[thursday, very shortly after
this]
He'd had the room set up in advance, just in case, something bright and dancing in his gut this morning had told him that he'd find someone today, and voila, here we are, man, here it is.
"Here it is," he says, and points to the overstuffed dark red couch. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable. Drink?"
Elijah shakes his head and sits down on the couch, on the edge, the toes of his sneakers turned in toward each other. He braces his hands on either side of his thighs and his shoulders hunch. Johnny almost cries with happiness, but instead he shuts the door and crosses back to the camera set up next to the directors chair.
"So, talk to me, Elijah Jordan Wood," Johnny says, peering through the lens. He flips the camera on, focuses. Elijah smiles at the lens, bright eyes and white teeth flashing. "I see you've done some acting... Ever done any dirty movies before?"