Lights! Camera - ; Tyrus

Scene 5

{Andrew walks into the building in a hurry} {steady-cam] {he bumps into Teddy Andrews at the top of the stairs, dropping his papers} 

Andrew: Oh sorry, {reaches down to grab the documents}

Teddy: Nah man, it's my fault.

{They both pick each others papers up, Andrew looks down to see Teddy's headline: The totally awesome idea}

Andrew {skeptical}: What are you here for?

Teddy: *eyes Andrew up and down* I could say the same about you.

Act one, Scene twenty, "The Big Idea™"

Written and directed by Cyrus Goodman

Cyrus

They both come at exactly three pm. They are both wearing regular slacks, causal yet pleasing. Both smiling widely for me, as if my decision is based off that alone. And, when I'm not watching, they both through knives at each other through eye contact.

If they are both so the same, why is my heart so torn against choosing the right one?

And, just to make sure it covers all bases, they both deliver their lines properly, without even looking at the script. Not once.

I excuse myself into the other room, leaving them to hate each other all they want. Shoving a pencil between my ear and head I go over the script.

I consider calling Nick, but that just seems besides the point now. I know who is better for this role.

Richard Roberts is a fascinating actor, he uses too many hand gestures, his eyes dart around the room too quickly, and his words seem to loud. Under any other circumstances, I would hire the other man as my lead.

Except that other man is TJ Kippen.

TJ Kippen, who uses his hands just as I imagined it in the script, who's eyes are focuses solely on the objects, and a little on me. Which makes me feel.... different. And his voice is exactly the way I remember; rough, but also so soothing, like honeycomb.

I know what I have too do. I'm just avoiding it.

I just.... have a feeling that TJ Kippen came here for me.

And I don't mean that in a selfish way, I just mean, look at the facts; we broke up because of his emotional stability (or lack there of), I had to transfers school for g-d's sake. And now he saw that I've made it big time in making a film, and he suddenly wants to be a part of this.

And, again, this isn't about me. Or the fact that I can't stop thinking about it. Or the fact that my heart might not be fully over TJ Kippen.

Wait...

I drop my script out of my hands and nearly trip over, rushing to the door. I mean, my thoughts are a blur, but I know that I have to tell him. Right?

Except, I can't, my fingers hesitate on the knob. That would be so stupid, so idiotic, and completely put this movie in jeopardy. I take a deep breath, then exhale, like letting all of that energy out of my body.

Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking. Moment of weakness.

I know what my weaknesses are. I don't let them grown spaces in my mind. Like weeds.

I shake my head. You have to focus Goodman, be professional here, for once don't put your heart on the line. You know what happens.

"Gentlemen." I say cool-y as I open the door, both of them jump to their seats as I enter. I can't help but have my eyes hit the ground as TJ looks at me expectantly. Be. Professional.