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Vance
I lower my ball cap to shield my face. You’d think I was Harry Styles from the way I’ve been peering around corners and hiding behind set pieces to try to escape recognition while walking through the studio lot. I should’ve sent Jagger to present the damn script to her. I won’t even get into the prima donna treatment Layla Andrews expects. Seriously, why the f**k am I here delivering this script? I suppose a courier service is too good for her.
Fucking actresses.
In some ways knowing she’s as self-involved as all this makes me not feel as bad about screwing her over in the past. Everyone stamped my forehead with ‘jackass,’ but look at what she has me doing now. Jumping through f*****g hoops. If I didn’t need the investor so bad, I’d say, f**k you, I’ll cast my lead actress myse
