Haha! Okay, this was certainly not what you were thinking but it was too amusing to pass up.
"Seriously, dude, you don't have to be such a jackass about it," Zac said to the white door. "We all know what you said, but you agreed the script was good. I'm not that much of a tool that you can't work with me. All those tabloids are totally lying."
The door swung open so quickly the breeze ruffled Zac's hair. "D'you ever shut up?" Christian glared violently at him, his huge, beefy arms flexing as he leaned against the doorframe. Zac swallowed hard and blinked, trying not to piss himself at the sight of a magnificently disgruntled Batman who could probably tear him in two without breaking a sweat.
"Um. No, actually." Zac carefully and casually placed his hands on his hips. "Are you coming back to the set? Um... they want to start shooting sometime in the near future and you haven't cancelled your contract..." Christian stared at him blankly. A lightbulb went on in Zac's head.
"You..." Zac narrowed his eyes as he realised something. "You're just mad they picked me for Batboy!" he gasped.
"Robin. For chrissake. Robin," Christian snapped, causing Zac to take a step back in something slightly resembling fear. "Do you even know the franchise?"
"Yes! I know Batboy has a talent for getting himself kidnapped, killed, held hostage, and all sorts of fun things. And he says things that begin with 'holy something Batman' and gets to wear those crazy tights. And I ride a motorcycle. Which is awesome." Zac was gone, imagining his character with a gentle, starry look in his eye.
"There are no 'holy whatever Batman' lines in the script this time," Christian growled, intent on breaking the kid's heart. Zac indeed looked crestfallen.
"If I say them enough they'll have to include at least one. Right?" Zac had the balls to look hopeful at his possible-future-co-star-if-Mr.-Bale-didn't-bale-out. Christian imagined the irritation of almost every head of the project should Zac decide to pull that little stunt. Could be interesting...
"Okay." Christian opened the door wider and stepped into the hall beside Zac. He put his arm around the younger man and they started towards the front of the hotel. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. I have a few lines that I've written in the margins of my copy of the script that would be perfect."
"Oh! You have to let me see them. I gotta get them memorized..."
"Seriously, dude, you don't have to be such a jackass about it," Zac said to the white door. "We all know what you said, but you agreed the script was good. I'm not that much of a tool that you can't work with me. All those tabloids are totally lying."
The door swung open so quickly the breeze ruffled Zac's hair. "D'you ever shut up?" Christian glared violently at him, his huge, beefy arms flexing as he leaned against the doorframe. Zac swallowed hard and blinked, trying not to piss himself at the sight of a magnificently disgruntled Batman who could probably tear him in two without breaking a sweat.
"Um. No, actually." Zac carefully and casually placed his hands on his hips. "Are you coming back to the set? Um... they want to start shooting sometime in the near future and you haven't cancelled your contract..." Christian stared at him blankly. A lightbulb went on in Zac's head.
"You..." Zac narrowed his eyes as he realised something. "You're just mad they picked me for Batboy!" he gasped.
"Robin. For chrissake. Robin," Christian snapped, causing Zac to take a step back in something slightly resembling fear. "Do you even know the franchise?"
"Yes! I know Batboy has a talent for getting himself kidnapped, killed, held hostage, and all sorts of fun things. And he says things that begin with 'holy something Batman' and gets to wear those crazy tights. And I ride a motorcycle. Which is awesome." Zac was gone, imagining his character with a gentle, starry look in his eye.
"There are no 'holy whatever Batman' lines in the script this time," Christian growled, intent on breaking the kid's heart. Zac indeed looked crestfallen.
"If I say them enough they'll have to include at least one. Right?" Zac had the balls to look hopeful at his possible-future-co-star-if-Mr.-Bale-didn't-bale-out. Christian imagined the irritation of almost every head of the project should Zac decide to pull that little stunt. Could be interesting...
"Okay." Christian opened the door wider and stepped into the hall beside Zac. He put his arm around the younger man and they started towards the front of the hotel. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. I have a few lines that I've written in the margins of my copy of the script that would be perfect."
"Oh! You have to let me see them. I gotta get them memorized..."
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