When I walked out onto the set, Joel came over to me. “Beautiful,” was all he said. I went over and got my cello out of its case.
I sat down in a folding chair and tightened my bow. Then I started to tune my cello. Joel just stood there watching me.
I set the music to the Black Pearl theme on the floor and started to play it. I’d reviewed it in the car on the way here, so I thought I had it memorized. Now, just to get my fingers to remember it.
Through all my practicing, Joel stood here watching.
I finished the theme with a flourish and turned to him.
“Now what, Mister Simpson?”
“It’s Joel,” he corrected me.
“Now what?”
He hunkered down in front of me.
“We’ll be doing all the shooting in front of a green screen so we can add backgrounds later. Now, let me hear your lines.”
“Which
