“Goodbye, Lazarus.”
She squeezed the trigger. It clicked, almost inaudibly, and her head jerked to the side, miming a bullet wound. Like a true dead body, Angie dropped to the ground, her gun still barely in her fingers. Ethan, still on his knees, sat there for a good long while, unable to even speak. As he himself knew, he was never good at improv.
“Cut. Good job, Gloria.”
The rain let up and a buzzer sounded, a few bright lights coming up to illuminate the muddy graveyard. Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. Neither, it seemed, could Ethan. Getting to his feet, Ethan turned to Marty, who approached them both. “Um…was there a rewrite?”
The actress said nothing, getting to her feet in a huff. Instantly, the two were brought towels to warm up with before the shot. Gloria threw hers around h
