CHAPTER Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sam had taped signs saying: ‘QUIET PLEASE—FILMING IN PROGRESS’ all along the corridor and also at the entrance of the studio. Gone were the days of a red or green light over the door. Even though he knew they weren’t filming, Jimmy still entered tentatively.

Down the opposite end of the studio was the bedroom set Jimmy had helped Sam build and dress over the past couple of days. Furnishing it as cheaply as possible, from charity shops and market stalls. He had to admit Sam had done a great job of lighting it.

Sam was in a different part of the space, standing over the makeshift desk they’d set up. It was covered with recording equipment and several laptops. Sam was staring at one of these laptops, frowning over the footage he’d just shot.

“So how’d it go?” Jimmy said. “Melissa any good?”

“She’s okay,” said Sam, after a long pause. “Nothing special in the way of talent.”

“Really? That’s a surprise. Her looks though, she’s perfect for the part. So long as she’s not e