“Again!” Nancy Hunter yells. My brain tries to tell my body to move, but it won’t. I’ve been at this since five AM, and I am exhausted. “I need a break,” I tell her. I prepare for yelling, screaming, and possibly a slap in the face. Nancy Hunter doesn’t take orders, she gives them. “When you get this right, you can take a break.” Her response is very Nancy-like. “I don’t understand what I’m not doing right. I’ve done what you’ve asked me to. Like five fucking times. I’m not doing it again,” I say stubbornly. “And if I don’t get a Red Bull like right now, I won’t be doing anything else either.” She throws down the script in her hand. I think she was aiming at me. I can feel the wind from the clipboard as it flies by me. “This is why I hate doing music videos. You’re all such divas!” I roll my eyes. Me? A diva? What a laugh. “Trust me, you’re not my favorite person either.” “Yet it’ll be me you’re thanking when you win the Video of the Year award.
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