A box of cotton balls plopped down on his head from an upper shelf. The supply closet was exactly that, a tiny room barely big enough to turn around in. And he was trying to put the moves on a wiggling nurse.
"Dr. Ramsey, are you trying to seduce me?"
He looked at her with disgust as she spoke delivering the lines without feeling. How in the hell did they expect him to act with such an amateur?
"CUT! Marvelous, Pauline! We'll pick up tomorrow! Have a good night, everyone!" The director grabbed his black satchel and raced from the set.
"George, I didn't feel like you were with me in this today, were you?" She asked in gentle tones, slipping the script in her purse as they walked towards the corridor.
He shot her a blank stare. What was he supposed to say? Her acting was abominable. Who could follow her lines? But they were married...more