Juan had found him a nice furnished apartment through his studio connections. A car proved more problematic, but he finally managed to lease one for six months. Granted, he wasn’t expecting to need it that long, but it was the shortest duration he could find. “They’re ready for you on the set,” a runner said, and Kendall didn’t even get a chance to turn his head before he was gone. He understood speed, but everyone here seemed to exist in hyperdrive. As he headed out to the set, he was handed an updated script for the scene he was about to shoot. “Thank you,” Kendall said with a smile and began looking it over. He noted the change and committed it to memory. When they were ready for him, he took his position. “Okay,” Lyman said from his position just off camera. “You got the change?” Kendall nodded and stepped into position. He did the scene as written with the feeling and enunciation Lyman had said he wanted, but it felt off to him. “Cut,” Lyman said at the end and waited for the playback.
