Lincoln
"Cut!" Jay shouted for the five hundredth time. "Look, Lincoln, you're supposed to be trying to maul the girl. This isn't your first kiss. You aren't asking for permission. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Several things. One being that we were shooting a bedroom scene, and I was with Dani's sister. It felt so incredibly wrong.
I'd never struggled with acting.
Not until now.
"Head in the game," Jay snapped. "Some of us want to go home for dinner tonight."
"Sorry, Jay." I shook my head, clearing my thoughts yet again as the scene was slated.
Pris was in her bra and underwear. I was supposed to pick her up, slam her against the wall, then try to seduce her, and then bail.
Ha.
They do say that the truth is stranger than fiction. What are the odds that they'd changed my sched
