“Mister Gray! Mister Gray!”
Life within the Writers' Circle was often a flurry of deadlines and frantic revisions, but as the lead writer for the Young Prodigy Production, Ethan Gray usually found himself in a state of relative calm. Most of the heavy lifting for the Little Actors script had been done in the pre-production phase. Now, during the actual shoot, he spent most of his time in a makeshift office—a repurposed equipment room with a humming air conditioner and a desk that wobbled every time he typed.
He looked up from his laptop, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his tired eyes. “What is it now?” he asked, leaning back in his creaky chair.
A young production assistant hurried in, clutching a script that looked like it had been through a war zone. “Mister Gray, we’ve got
