Rapid Write: Movies 2-21-10

Movies
"Cut! Cut cut cut!" yelled the director impatiently.

I rolled my eyes and turned around, wishing the pistol in my hands was real instead of a prop. "What?" I said, trying to keep my temper under control.
"You're doing this all wrong." said Pete Willins through a mouthful of sticky, pink bubble-gum, waving a hand through the air.
"What am I doing wrong, Pete?" I sighed.
"You're facial expressions are all screwed up." Pete explained spittily, "Roll it again. Take 59. And....action."
"ON THE GROUND!" I screamed at my hostages, bringing the gun to bear.
"CUT!" Screamed Pete.
"WHAT!" I screamed back.
"Be meaner!" Pete yelled.

I'd had it with this director. He was such a beast. "FIND SOMEONE ELSE! I QUIT!" I shrieked, throwing the pistol in Pete's direction. My arm was better than my acting, apparently, I realized, watching in horror as the pistol slammed into Pete Willins' groin, putting him on his knees, gasping for breath.

"Oh crap." I whispered, and ran out of the filming area. I never looked back.