The Hitman

My mark was sitting in his easy chair, he didn't even hear me as I was creeping up behind him, I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, and I wanted to vomit...i can't even remember the last time I was this nervous, as I got closer I continued to pull the wire tighter in my hand, as I shuffled forward my shoe got caught on the carpet and I fell onto the balding middle aged man that screamed loudly as me and him sent his easy chair flying to the side. A loud voice shouted from the back, "CUT!" I quickly tried to regain my footing so I could help my fellow actor up, i asked breathlessly "are you ok?!?!" His face red from activity chuckled as he replied "s**t kid, I've been in this business a long time, I've taken bigger spills than you can imagine...hell, I remember" but he was cut off as my director burst inbetween us, "carl, what the hell was that?" I could only think about all the things I wanted to say but wouldn't because this the only gig I could find, he just stared at me, then looked to the ground in reservation, "look carl, we can't put in a double for everything, you do have to act once in a while" I was ashamed, it was about the 13th take on this scene, but it was an honest mistake, I just couldn't figure out how to convey that to him, so he pulled me aside. "Carl, why don't you go home for the day, and get your head on straight, ya know?