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Your task, per the director’s and screenwriter’s insistence, is to ‘<span class="mu-i">sit back and relax</span>’, but relaxation is impossible in this glitzy hellhole! It’s bad enough that it took you a whole <span class="mu-s">THREE HOURS</span> to get driven from the airport to the studio, but now you’ve gotta <span class="mu-i">relax</span> when they’re basically filming the middle part of your memoirs?
No friggin’ way, bucko!
Hobbling towards the set, you blow on your coffee a few more times before attempting another sip, but your efforts prove to be in vain! Damn it, you hiss, this <span class="mu-i">SUCKS!</span> Movies <span class="mu-i">SUCK!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">THERE</span> you are, Ms. Parble!”
You nearly collapse into a fit as the overly-chipper voice of your assigned babysitter emerges from the shadows behind you and places a soft hand with immaculately-painted nails on your shoulder!
“Are you doing okay? Can I get you anything? Creamer? Gluten-Free Sweetener? More cucumber water? Pillow? Back massa-”
Holy <span class="mu-i">CRAP</span>, Wanda, you groan as you shake her hand off your body, you’re <span class="mu-s">FINE</span>, okay? You just wanted to watch the scene get filmed, not get <span class="mu-s">POISONED</span> by more crappy <span class="mu-r">CUCUMBER WATER!</span>
“Ermm, it’s, err… it’s <span class="mu-g">WENDY,</span> Miss Parble!” Giggles the PA as she keeps her hand on your shoulder and directs you towards the set! “Sorry, we just want to make su-”
.Sure that <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY’S ACTING CEO</span> is feeling peachy and attended to, you recite in a voice <span class="mu-i">DRIPPING</span> with irritation and saving yourself hearing it from her for about the fortieth time today. You get the picture!
“Super!” She chirps as you hear your refuge long before you spot him.
“<span class="mu-s">YOU JUST DON’T GET IT, DO YOU?!</span>”
You feel Wendy’s hand shudder as a grin forms on your face. Now <span class="mu-i">that</span>, you giggle, is <span class="mu-s">FILMMAKING!</span>
“<span class="mu-s">DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHO TERRY THE TERRIBLE WAS? CAN YOU COMPREHEND THAT PRIMAL FEAR HUMANS GET WHEN STARING INTO THE DARKNESS?!</span>”
Using the opportunity to free your shoulder from Wendy’s clutches, you turn the corner to find your old pal <span class="mu-g">TUCKER</span> standing up on his director’s chair shouting directions at, well…
<span class="mu-r">HER.</span>
>CONTD.
