‘Argh!! What the hell is her problem?!!” I’m seething now.

‘I mean, why the hell is she avoiding me when she’s gay too?!! Seriously, have you ever heard of a homophobic homosexual?!! No! Why?! Because they don’t exist! People like that don’t exist because they would rather deny who they are for the rest of their lives then live accepting who they are.’

I start mumbling profanities under my breath and flailing my arms every so often, adding dramatic affect to my mental rant. I reach my car when I come up with another horrible realization. I have another three weeks of this.

1 week later

‘I swear I’m gonna go crazy!!’

I grind my teeth.

‘We’ve had just about a thousand retake shots, and since Spencer pretty much refuses to communicate to me, I can’t fucking understand what the hell she wants me to do or change!!!’

So here I am, on my billionth retake shot trying my hardest to guess, that’s right guess, how she wants the shot to be taken. ‘Where the hell is the genius at work huh?!’

I’m listening to the music, when I hear my cue I start to mouth the words but I only get out two lines before I hear-

“CUT!”

‘Dammit!’

“Okay, let’s take ten people!” she yells over groaning voices.

I sigh and keep my balled up fists at the side of my body, doubting on whether or not I had enough self control from keeping myself from punching her. I try to release all my anger and pressure into a long and exasperated sigh. It didn’t work.

I get off the set and my eyes follow her. Aiden comes up to me and starts talking but I’m not listening. Instead I just start walking up to her and try, keyword try, to be civil. If she wasn’t going to just tell me what’s wrong, I was going to ask her. Pathetic, I know. But at this point, I’m running out of options and I really don’t want to drag this out longer then it has to.

I’m behind her now, and I tap her on the shoulder. Her face looks surprised and she back off, walking back a few steps. I take another step towards her and she sees fit to take two steps back. I do it again, but this time she’s turning now, looking as though she was going to run or walk away. So that’s when I snap.