The ad assistant snapped the clapperboard as one of the board members began reading the scene out.
“Amber Farnworth snaps out of her drug-induced rage and looks at the m******e around her. She turns to a child cowering in the corner and addresses him, Go.”
I took a deep breath in and as I breathed out I pushed myself into the headspace of my character. There were no money issues or sick mum, or Pierce, or Tami, or photos… photos with his mother…photos that implied Tami was her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, photos of Pierce in bed with Tami. s**t.
“Anytime now, miss Thompson.”
I could smell failure on the horizon. Maybe it would be better if I just got up and left, I thought to myself.
“If you can’t remember the line, just use your script.” O’Malley suggested, sounding like he was thr
