You say you’re morally burnt As you Method act your way to the set
Only to succumb to stage fright
And realize you’ve only skimmed the script
When the dust has settled
Be hopeful for an Emmy nomination in your own personal satire
Than walk the carpet
Burgundy faded
And the feeling of being jaded
I get that you want out
But this is all about intake
An alternate ending under dust
All profits were given to shallow lust
And oh how I feel for you Mr.actor
You have not the slightest of idea when to break character
Who’s part of the script
Why the climax of it all involves the sound guy fucking the producer
Who in turn gave the sound guy a walk on part
In a documentary of the ocean
You were a stand in
Now sink or swim
The director is becoming agitated wondering why filming is not finished
A perfectionist
victim of insubordination
Contract negotiation
The a lister wants more for his motivation, it is low but the name is established
The director cuts the money talk
Cuts the a list star
“Mr actor you are called up to
Your first feature film ”
The director belches than indulges in his personal demon
For genius and a vision that is sometimes taxed
Call it fate or open ended suppression
The director throws Mr Actor the script
Entitled “just a simple love story”
He opens to the first page
Written in bold
“Mr actor-I love you my dear, will you take my hand”?
Simultaneous and abrupt
The producer calls out the lighting guy mid scene to give the 24 minute after review of his sexual performance
The lights than go dim
The director huffs and puffs
And inhales one more hit
He instructs to keep the camera rolling
But the cameraman called out
Said there was a shortage on color film and he only shot in color
Mr actor than wondered where his costar was and directed his head to her star studded dressing room as she prepared for hours for her twenty-eight second scene
He knocks gently
Even with patients oh so thin
She opens the door with grace
No concept of time
Evident to be caught up with self image in hand
Delivery and feelings held in a holster
That fell down by the wayside
He stood and stared
No longer caring about production
The lighting
The script
The direction
The publicity
The Emmy
He grabbed her gently by the hips
Fed the lines ” you’re the one I want to be with” and landed a perfectly imperfect kiss on the lips
The actress stunned
He walked away turned around in the doorway and modestly said “cut”
Months later nominated for an Emmy
Which is Overshadowed by the Nobel
Reporters
Paparazzi
Lurking by his door
he opens to the Knocks to give another effort their fair share of time
The Press
The paparazzi than asked
“What’s your secret”?
He slightly smiles than it quickly fades and he replies
“I made the scene my own”
