Chapter 5“Okay everyone, take five. Ethan, can I see you for a second?”
As the houselights of Stage 12 came up, Ethan made his way from the dingy, New York apartment set to the director behind Camera A. Marty sat in his director’s chair, a video game shirt proudly displayed on his round stomach. He smiled as Ethan approached.
“Did we get what we needed?” Ethan asked.
Marty flipped to the middle of the script. “For the most part. Now I know that this is a real emotional moment for Lazarus, but something about it isn’t clicking.” He flipped another page, rubbing his chin. “I think we’ve played up the broody hero so much; it’s starting to feel passé.”
“Isn’t that what the studio wants?”
Marty laughed. “The studio wants ratings. Everything else is window dressing.” Taking a pen from his j
