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This time when Julie came out she was dressed as a dairy maid with a little cap. She was so very tired, but still lively. She walked with her toes turned in, hands on hips and elbows turned in so it looked like her arms were on the wrong way. As she walked, she watched the monitor so she could trip at the right moment on the cartoon path. She was in such a funny mood, and spoke with a high cockney accent. It was perfect. In one night I have never seen, nor could I have imagined Julie, or any actress for that matter, playing so many different characters for which a complete change was necessary. She is quite amazing.
While they waited for the next scene to be shot, Julie stood on the side talking to one of the cameramen. She was telling him about a navy blue jacket in Emma’s closet and wondering what she should do about sleeping on the plane. She wanted to be awake for the family, but she was so tired, she was thinking of taking a sleeping pill and sleeping all the way to Gstaad. She said they would be gone a full three weeks, not two. The plane would fly as far as
Lake Geneva, and then…
When Julie looked up and saw Keith coming in with huge horns out of his head, she burst into her bubbly laughter. She was bent over laughing. She was the only one left with enough energy to laugh!
For this part, Keith had to bend over because he was going to play the cow. He wanted to rest on a stool, but he couldn’t – I guess because they’d see it on camera.
“Couldn’t they get a real low stool for this?” he asked.
“I offered to,” said Julie, “but they wouldn’t take me.”
Nobody laughed and the scene went fast.
Julie was finished and left to change, so we got up to go. Kelly was going to drive both myself and Elizabeth home.
“Oh, no!” said the camera men, “We’re going to loose our audience.”
“We’ve got a lot more to do. You’re not giving up and leaving us!”
“We’re leaving when Julie does,” said
Yes, truly, we had been staying there so she’d have an audience. We would have felt we had deserted her had we left earlier.
As we walked out, we got a chorus of goodbyes.
When we got outside, I learned that Kelly had decided that we should go talk to Julie.
was agreeable to that
as, even though Julie had spoken about a blanket onstage, she wondered if she
had really gotten it. The two girls discussed whether or not they should go see
Julie for about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, someone pulled a big, black car up
to the stage door exit. Elizabeth
Melinda had a long, black cloak and twirled it around herself.
“I’ve worked with famous people, but now I’m so nervous,” she said.
We went and stood by the car to wait. I felt so dumb. It was in the morning and I was holding the cue cards in one hand and holding a pile of school books on my other arm. I felt very out of place.
“I hear someone coming,” one of the girls said.
Julie was way down the passage, but talking away in her stage voice, I don’t know about what. I was so tired and I afraid she’d be angry seeing us standing there.
A man walked by to open the car door for us and said, “This is not the right time.”
Julie had her arms full, but I was even afraid to look at her. I crossed over to the other side of the car, but stayed aloof while the other two girls went right up to her.
“May we speak to you,” asked Kelly.
“Why certainly,” said Julie.
“Did you see your blanket?” asked Melinda.
“Oh, yes! It was lovely.” Now, Julie was getting into the car.
“Well, have a good time and be careful. Merry Christmas,” said the girls.
Expressions like that were exchanged between them, but it is all a blur now, but for the remembrance of sounds and feelings in the air. The car door slammed, the motor was on.
“Oh, it’s so impossible,” said
. I could tell she was
in shock. Elizabeth
As the car passed us, we ran and waved.
“Julie is so aloof,”
exclaimed. “I used to
go to the Judy Garland Show and Judy would come out and wave and wink at those
of us that came every week. Julie never does!” Elizabeth
For a moment I felt cheated, and even a little angry, but when I woke up the next morning I thought of the twenty hours or more of work Julie had done that day. I could not be angry with Julie. She was exhausted, but still she had been willing to talk to us. What star or person would be willing to talk to strangers after twenty hours of hard work? More than anything, I was worried that she wouldn’t like me because I had been there. As we left ABC, it crossed my mind--
“Maybe, I’ll never be able to go back again.”
When I got back, to International House I was shocked when I looked at the clock. It was ! People would be getting up. My roommate, Lynn, woke up when I came into the room.
“What are you doing? I thought you went home.”
“No, I’ve been with Julie all this time?”
“What?” she said, “You’re kidding.”
I showed her the cue cards. Of course, she couldn’t help noticing my English accent, but I didn’t want to talk; I was exhausted. I took a shower, got into bed and went to sleep.
December 16th -
I got up at and went downtown to look for the building where the music store is – the one where Julie and Liza buy their music.
had told me where it
was and I was hoping to find some special sheet music. Meanwhile, I was still stuck with the British
accent and a little embarrassed about it so when the guard there asked me what
I was looking for, I mumbled, “The music store…” Elizabeth
“What?” he said.
“The music store,” I said in my best British accent.
“Oh!” he said.
From there, I caught a bus back to
. Walking down the
street, I was very conscious of last night, as if I had just stepped out of the
studio. I almost felt as if Julie was still beside me, and I couldn’t help
wondering how she felt this morning. Vermont
I had to usher at the college in the early afternoon, and my English accent was still there. People looked at me rather oddly. “Oh, a girl from
” I thought they must be
saying to themselves. After I finished ushering, I hurried back to
International House to pack for England . West Covina
All day I could hear Julie’s polished voice speaking. When I got on the bus, when I ordered a hamburger; whatever I did, I found myself pronouncing things like her. But by late afternoon, that sense of being in the studio had begun to fade and so did my accent. At , I knew that Julie and her family were on the plane to
Then, my step dad arrived and drove me back home. I couldn’t sleep much, and I told no one how late I had been up.
A few nights later I had a dream that I was at ABC Studio, sitting in the audience with Joan, Julie’s secretary. When Julie came down into the audience to speak with Joan, I asked her what time it was and her eyes changed from blue to green. Considering how late she had been at the studio, I’m not surprised!
Next: A commentary on The Julie Andrews Hour Christmas Show – December 20th.
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