Noah hadn't felt this nervous the last time he made a film, but that time he'd been new to acting. It had been exciting at first then amazingly boring. He wasn't looking forward to the downtime, but he did bring his guitar along to write songs in between filming.
On his first film, he'd watched the tedium of resetting the set. Now he had no desire to look or act like a newbie. He wasn't a veteran, but he knew how things worked.
Today would be a table read, but there would still be some downtime if the director wanted to begin filming today. Noah hadn't been updated on what was going to happen so he was prepared for anything.
“You still have that same guitar? I would have thought you would have bought a new one."
Noah looked up to see Cassandra in clothing more appropriate for a Holl
