Mango cakes

“Sarah, drop the British accent for fuck sake.” The director yelled at her for the umpteenth time while the rest of people on set groaned. “Your character is in present day New York, not having tea with the queen, we’ve gone over this a hundred times already. How many times do you want this scene repeated?“

“We’re going to be here a while.” Jace muttered before he bit into a bagel.

Sarah pouted “I was improvising. The character needs a little pizzazz. I was making it better.”

“Yeah, how about you leave that for Robin Williams huh. Everyone, back to your places. Let’s just start from the line she got wrong, we’ll cut it in later.” He swore as he marched to one of the videographers to chat.

“Lancaster would’ve suggested that after her first two attempts. Glad to see he’s catching on.” I remarked. “Where’d he go anyway?”

“Bigger project. Although I have to say I like Johnson better.” Adams added.

“Speaking of bigger projects. There goes the woman of my dreams.” Jace pushed