"SUB OUT!!" a man yelled from his microphone.
Mickey recounted the scene. He'd jump from one fire escape to the other, jump through the window, and jump out, girl in arms.
"ACTION!"
Showtime. He took off to the top of the fire escape, then bam.
Made it. Now all he needed to do was–
"CUT! That was perfect, Mr Malone, now sub out."
"You.. sure you don't want another take?" Mickey took off his mask. "I could do that a lot better, maybe add a little more spice to the whole werewolf thing-"
"Mr Malone. It was perfect." He motioned to the nearest stage hand. "WHERE is Ken? Sub out means SUB OUT."
Someone deflated the blue matress underneath.
After hiding his phone in his pocket, Ken hurriedly apologized and took his place on top of the building.
ACTION! yelled the director as Ken began to speak.
"BETHANY! You are tearing me apart Bethany. Oh, hi Mark."
The movie was about vampires and werewolves and how they can never love each other.
"Although our kinds may be frightening.... the love between you and me is LIGHTNING!! OHHHH!"
It was a musical too.
A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
Mickey sighed as he headed for the break room. Leave it to the director to change the script without notice.
After entering the trailer, he grabbed a sandwich from the fridge and proceeded to bite at it like a wolf.
The girl sitting next to the counter looked with amusement.
"Getting a bit too much into the role, are we?" she asked.
Mickey smirked. If he really was trying to emulate the lead, he'd be wearing clogs and tap dancing.
"-mm- Yeah, and if you're not careful, I could even break out into song and dance."
"I'D LIKE TO SEE THAT!" She laughed.
"You sure? You REALLY sure?"
"I mean, it's gotta be better then Kenneth!"
He sighed "Can you really fault him for terrible singing? I chalk it up to bad writing."
"That too, that too!" She looked from side to side. "This whole thing? Essentially a vanity project for the director. Producers are his parents, his cousin is the lead, and the editor is a family friend."
"How much do you get payed miss editor?"
"Pretty good, not gonna lie."
"With all that money, couldn't you get me candy you owe me?"
"...I mean, there's something sweet right here you know?"
Mickey chuckled. "More like salty."
"Uh no, thats YOU!" Kate replied.
"Remember that time you complained to me about how shit the director is?"
She threw a lollipop at him.
"So? how's that game machine you bought. The VR."
"Holy crap it's so good. I'm playing as an elven archer and I'm already level 10!"
"Isn't that a bit cliche? Everyone will do that. Play something unconventional, like a dwarf archer."
"That's not cute though. Dwarves aren't cute."
"Pick something interesting at least."
"Look at you, backseat gamer. Why don't you try that dwarf archer idea for yourself? Tell me how that goes."
Mickey paused. "When I feel like it."
"WHEN YOU... fuck dude. I really want someone to play with me cmonnnn!"
Mickey couldn't sit still. Work was boring, and the stunts sucked. There was no thrill, no excitement like in the old days.
"Give me more candy.""
"Ill buy you a lollipop next time.""
"Deal!"
And so they finished up their work day. Mickey bought and installed the Virtual reality case, Kate lended some money(I insist she said while pitying Mickey's lack of money)
After a day of going through the proper installation guidelines, making an account. Mickey finally held the helm in his hands.