“Cut!”

The director ran his hand through his hair in a frustrated move. “Who cast this kid, George Lucas? Jesus! And somebody turn off that damn fog machine!” He took a deep breath and tried to remember why he was doing this again. After counting to ten he leaned down to counsel his young star.

“Look, kid, I know you’ve got it in you because I remember the screen test.” The next words were bitten off. “Could. You. Please. Act. Like. You’re. Actually. Scared.”

The little boys face scrunched up and started to turn red, silent tears begin to trickle down.

The director stood back up. “Thank you! Could somebody get a shot of this please!” He stalked off in the direction of his coffee cup.

In the shadows behind a lighting rig a spare figure was leaning on a truck and watching the scene. Tommy, the young actor, was wiping his tears away and talking to the assistant. The figures eye’s wandered over to the director, Steve.

“Oh, they will come out at night. For you.”