“Have you seen Ms. Wilder,” I ask a grip. He points her out, and I walk over to see what we can do to try to salvage the day. “Kim?” I say. She spins around to face me, and suddenly I think maybe she’s angry. Why angry? “Uh, are you okay?” I say. “Do you know anything about what’s really going on here, Brian?” she asks me. “I know we’re running out of light. See that storm over there?” I say, pointing to a line of thunderheads working their way towards us. “The weather people are telling me that’s going to be here in less than an hour, and won’t clear up until late tomorrow. We’ve got just enough time to shoot our intro pieces, if you can skip makeup,” I tell her, wanting just to kiss her again. I smile at her. She doesn’t need makeup.
