Ralph Wayne, his hands jammed into his pockets, stood a few feet away with Frank Hightower. Their heads were close together, and they spoke quietly. Some of the crew worked nonstop, setting up lights and reflectors and rolling the heavier cameras into position. A lot of people seemed to just stand around, watching. “Hi,” Dakota said, when he saw Sean and Brian in the open doorway. “Come on in.” “I didn’t think you’d be here so early,” Sean said. “I thought it would be like Saturday, when Justin was first.” Dakota rubbed his chin, but Maria pushed his hand away and repowdered the spot. “Dad told Mr. Hightower that Justin should get as much rest as he could. He volunteered to have me do some of my scenes first.” “That was very thoughtful of your father,” Maria said. Sean wished someone had thought of telling Justin’s stand-in that he could stay in bed late, too. He yawned. Maria smiled at Sean. “Check with Max for your schedule for today, Sean. You’ll probably be free to go back to school this morning.”
