Scene One Round Two

Prologue

 The hand on his watch seemed to tick by slower the longer Tyler stared at it. Come on... I need to get home.. With a frustrated sigh, he stood, running a hand through his hair. His assistant, Amber, ran up behind him with a clipboard, going on about something to do with the movie as he watched the crew set up for the next scene. It was ironic that his new movie happened to be about boxing. He wished he could step into the boxing ring the guys were setting up and throw a few punches. He was on edge and the tension was affecting everyone around him. Amber frowned, noticing the look that crossed his face, trailing off from her explanation about why they were running behind schedule, “Sir?..”

“Let's just get this scene started. I need to get home to Ryan,” he looked around then turned to face her, “Where's Dace?”

“Um.. I haven't seen him since the last scene Sir. Would you like me to find him?”

Tyler shook his head as he walked off, “No thanks, I'll find him. Just get everyone ready,” he lowered his voice, mumbling to himself, “God, I hate cocky, full of themselves celebrities.”

Dace wasn't a big star yet. He was known, but not quite where he wanted to be on the fame scale. This movie was his big break, his one shot. Once this movie was released, he'd have just as many offers as Johnny Depp, his fame would sky rocket. Dace smirked to himself, thinking about the life he was soon to have, only breaking from the day dream when his dressing room door creaked open. A lady stepped in, holding a clipboard and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She pushed her thick framed glasses up her nose and looked down at her clipboard, “You're scheduled to go back on set in ten minutes, Dace.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he spun his chair around to face her, “You may not refer to me as Dace. We're not friends, Megan, you work for me. It's Sir or Mr. Valentine,” he let out an annoyed sigh, “Did you look over the list I gave you? I want all of those things in here tomorrow. There's no way in hell I'm drinking tap water again, bottled water only.”

“Technically Sir, with all due respect,” she messed with her glasses again, looking at him nervously, “I work for Mr. Wilson. I was just assigned to assist you when needed,” she cleared her throat softly, “A-And I can't get everything on your list. I'll do my best, but I can't g-get it all.”

Dace clenched his jaw, rising from his chair, “Listen here, you little bitch, I don't take no for an answer. I am Dace and when I say I want something, I get it.” He stepped forward, shoving the clipboard against her chest, causing her to stumble back a bit, “Now get your ass out of here and get it done.”

The door pushed open more and Tyler stood in the doorway, seeing red as he stared at Dace. He steadied Megan, making sure she was okay, talking to her softly as he helped her out into the hallway, sending her back to the set. His jaw clenched as he turned his focus back to Dace, “Get your ass off my set. You don't disrespect a girl like that, especially not any of my girls. You're done.”

“What?! You can't do that to me!”

“I just did. I don't want to see your face around here anymore,” Tyler turned and started to walk out, only to be stopped when a hand grabbed his arm. He glared down then followed the arm back up to meet Dace's face, “I suggest you let go.”

“You think you can kick me off your movie?? You will pay for this. I will ruin you,” his eyes grew dark as he glared at Tyler. Without a moment of hesitation, Tyler grabbed his arm, twisting it around behind his back and pinned him to the wall. He tightened his grip, causing Dace to still so his arm wouldn't break and leaned in, “Bring it on. There's nothing you can do to threaten me. And you can't ruin me,” he smirked, “I have a lot more people backing me than you do. You're the one who needs to be careful.”

Tyler stepped back, hearing the security guards make their way over. They each took one of Dace's arms, leading him out toward the door. Dace glared over his shoulder, “I don't give a shit what you say! I will find a way to destroy you Tyler Wilson! I will make your life a living hell!”

Tyler merely smirked as he watched the guards and Dace disappear through the door. Once they were gone, he looked to his watch again, sighing and walked back out toward the set. Amber appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump slightly, “Sir... With Dace gone, we can't do this scene tonight. Why don't you go home, I'll make sure everything gets settled here.”

He stopped in his stride, looking at her for a moment and nodded, “Thanks Amber. I'll call you tomorrow about getting someone else to replace Dace. Maybe we can get Channing or that Lautner guy in here.”

She nodded and gave him a soft smile, wishing him a goodnight as he gathered his coat. He made his way toward the door, sliding his coat on and checked his watch one last time before jogging toward his car.