Yet another day in the studio

fic obv.

Green, Blue or Red? Those were the only options he had? Why such a limited pallette? Would he dare ask such a dangerous question to the person who was known to explode at the slightest hint of being questioned at? Had the director not proven over and over again that while he may be a decent creative mind, as a person he was a terrible bore, a hitler of a manager, to work with, assistants would come and go every week, that the producers were having a hard time maintaining the cast and crew from a total rebellion?

Or would he do a half-assed job because when your options are artificially limited sure you get more creative but also your quality suffers because the output is experimental the audience may or may not find the limited pallette interesting, which would mean he would get the blame, and the asshole director would get away scott free yet again? Was he a fool, though? Was this not an award-winning director, three times the winner of the golden stuatue or whatever they had called so maybe he knew what he was doing? Or perhaps this would be one of his stinkers, those he had quite a few too, and the crew's career would drown with the sinking film?

Was he really reconsidering his life choices in the middle of the work day, a busy one at that, how he had come from a small sleepy town in Vermont where nobody went to college, if they went they did accounting or management or something as such so they were thrilled when they saw his name in the screen, even if he was pretty much last on the role calls? Hadn't the streaming services made it worse, since nobody looked at those names anymore and the software automatically went to the next hot piece of shit movie which meant he was back to being anonymous? And yet, yet yet, had they still not patted him on the back, treated him like a goddamn movie star, a celebrity, given him free coffee and sandwiches and as such, invited him to their house parties, tried setting him up with their friends and nieces and what not? Who was he doing this for really? For them, who he wanted to be proud, or for himself, because this is what made him tick. Did it make him tick instinctively?

Why was the AD going crazy now, and the DP too they were shouting at each other, where the heck was the producer to come manage that? How had he ended up as an assitant producer of sorts, helping sort out the logistics, getting that madman to work with the talented human beings who were making him money and getting him fame, while his true passion lay dormant, on the sides, not explored because there were better people than him, since he barely got to do that anymore? And what about his choice of the actress, how nobody was happy he was basically filling it up with people from the previous projects of his without doing a proper casting? Had the casting directors and the creatives, those besides the big man, not had it and threatened to leave? Yet they hung around, not doing much, seething on the underside but looking reverent and respectful on the outside, was it just the money that was keeping them stuck to the movie like honey does to bees? Was it really just money, or did those people really have something deep within that made them move like a perfect mechanical watch powered by those spring loadings.