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Thank Christ for my own bloody laziness. I tossed my access all areas pass and parking badge in with my clothes when I packed my bag and left the Speed mansion. They come in mighty handy now, getting me through security and into the Solomon Studios car park. I slide the blue VIP badge on the dash of the Camaro and leave it in a priority space. I hang the pink access pass around my neck on a lanyard and walk through the various studio buildings—giant white boxes with numbers painted in giant black numerals on the side.
I'm pretty sure they'll be shooting in sound stage fourteen, just like before.
The studio complex is like a mini town, with offices, gym, coffee shop, spa, bar, restaurant—you name it.
Little white golf buggies zip back and forth between box trucks loading and unloadin
