Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime

My Friend Irma

Hey all! So, we've made it to the movie. We'll do a chapter or two on the actual process after this one, shaping Sandy, Dean, and Jerry's acting chops. Then the skipping around will begin to move the story along. The date is February 22nd, 1949. More notes will come at the end of the chapter. Enjoy!

"Good afternoon kids, the name is George Marshall, and I'm the director of this crazy shit show!" A boisterous man called out, striding over to a taken aback Sandy, an amused Dean, and a confused Jerry. A man in an expensive looking suit shifted uncomfortably, having been the one to escort the trio in. A few of the crew members laughed, obviously used to their director's personality.

"George... Let's not scare them off before we even get a take yet. This is Martin, Lewis, and Lawrence, your new comedic team," the man said nervously, trying to gage the group's reaction. George rolled his eyes, shooting Sandy a friendly wink when he saw her smile.

"You mean my comedic test dummies are here? Well isn't this something? I can't WAIT to see what you young guns have in store for us," George said excitedly, looking the three up and down like they were some sort of livestock. George was wearing a plaid button up shirt and blue jeans...even though it was over 80 degrees outside. He was frantically chewing on something, to Sandy it looked like tobacco, and seemed to have this electric energy about him, like he could never just sit still.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Marshall," Sandy said, shaking his hand. He shook it back vigorously, his beaming smile catching her off guard.

"Well aren't you pretty? She's going to make a fine star there Hal, you picked up a good one. I think she's going to be very photogenic," George said earnestly, shooting the flustered producer an award winning smile. Sandy couldn't help but laugh at the whirlwind of the man in front of her; he was definitely a character.

"And you...why you'll make a handsome romantic lead. That Italian charm, the brown eyes, the thick hair...we've definitely got a looker," George mused, taking a long look at Dean. Dean blushed and smiled modestly, before glancing quickly over at Sandy.

"Agreed," Sandy chimed in, grinning at Dean. He took his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. Both George and Hal noticed this, and Hal's eyes widened in surprise. George just smiled, the wheels in his head formulating a plan to give the two young stars a chance to show off their obvious chemistry. Jerry smiled as well, making kissy faces at Dean behind his back, his eyes bulging and his lips protruding. George laughed and slapped Jerry on the back, getting an embarrassed squeak from the young man.

"And this one is funny....I've heard about you kid, you've got some real zany stuff up your sleeve. I can't WAIT to have you play the monkey!" George grinned, earning a confused look from Jerry and a nervous glare from Hal.

"George..." Hal muttered, eyeing his director dangerously. George just rolled his eyes again and grinned broadly, completely oblivious to the man's discomfort.

"How did you bunch get mixed up with Hal Wallis? I'll tell ya, if you had a spice for life at ALL, then this guy is the last person you would be acquainted with," he crowed, looking at the well dressed man fondly. Hall let out an indignant growl, muttering something darkly under his breath as George spit out the tobacco he had been chewing into a trash can. The trio laughed in spite of themselves, knowing that while the producer could be a little uptight, he certainly knew how to have a good time.

"Actually George, Mr. Lewis is set to play Al, if you remember from the note I sent you," Hal sniffed, glancing kindly at Jerry. George frowned and glanced at Jerry, obviously disagreeing with the producer's decision. Looking like he might argue, George stuffed his hands in his pockets and thought better of it.