Every movie set was the same. Same set of self absorbed people, it didn’t matter the role that they were playing, they all had this air of entitlement. Curling their nose up at everyone else…. Although not all were like that, some had manners and lots of them didn’t. Who am I to complain about that, afterall I’m just here to provide them with the food they need and I do that excellently well. At least good enough to get more contracts from other film sets. Wiping my hands at the back of my jean, I look at my watch which I had worn over the back of my wrists to avoid scratches on the face; 09:15 pm it reads. “Time to pack up people!” I yell at my crew and there’s an exaggerated sigh of relief which I can relate to, because who wouldn’t be relieved to leave a place where because you’re not wearing a diamond bracelet; even if it’s a fake one, you’re treated like trash? “Alright, that’s the last of it?” Cam my best friend asks walking up to me and I nod taking off my apron, “So wh
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