I had the day off, and I’d spent it lounging in sweatpants with Optimus in my lap and reading the new script. Everyone else was on set, finishing up the last shoots for the episode. Tonight, there’d be the party at DeLorio’s and then, for once, we all had three days off before shooting began again on Monday.
I was riveted to the page. Even knowing the basic arc of where the story was going to end up for the rest of the season, this script in particular was fraught with tension and emotion. It was smart and sharp, the dialogue fantastic, and the fans were going to go wild when it aired.
When my phone rang, I answered it without looking at the caller ID.
“Did you f*****g see this script?” Lucas ground out, his rage coming in loud and clear.
I had to bite my lip so he couldn’t hear my smi
