Chapter 4
Vincent was scribbling madly on his tablet and consulting with the director of photography while they figured out how to reset the scene we were supposed to be shooting. Even though we’d rehearsed carefully, when it came time to finally perform, it wasn’t working—the lighting and energy were all wrong. So Vincent was trying to restage the living room in hopes that would make the scene work better.
“Are you going to give me something I can actually work with?” I hissed. I was careful to keep my voice low.
“Me?” Spencer shot back, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m not the one who can’t get a f*****g line right!”
“I’d have no problem with my lines if you’d actually give me any kind of emotion to play off of!”
His let out a derisive snort. “Sure. Blame me for your lack of tale
