Note: this is 100% fiction.

Continued from this story…

Tut tut, not again, Mr. Director thought as he scrolled through a long-winded email from Miss Singer – someone he vowed to never work with again. It’s been 8 years since he last worked with Miss Singer on that god-awful music video of hers, how the hell did she get his email?

Before he could even finished reading the email, Mr. Director took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He’s exhausted these days as the pandemic and these young hippie directors have driven his customers away with their innovative ways of shooting videos with a phone. Ha, a phone, can you believe that?

A ding from his phone interrupted his thoughts. “Low checking account balance,” an incoming text message read. “Yes, thanks for the reminder.” Mr. Director sighed, slid his glasses back onto his face, and typed an reply email. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

Weeks later, on the set of Miss Singer’s newest music video, which she had touted as her comeback after a scandal sent her tumbling off the music scene, Mr. Director approached Miss Singer. “Oh Mr. Director,” Miss Singer took his hands into hers, “I’m so glad you’ve agreed to this music video. You have no idea how many directors I’ve lost before finally finding you. You’re the only one who understood my vision last time and I have no doubt you’ll understand them this time.”

Mr. Director smiled, anything for the money, he thought, anything for the money. “Well, you’ve found me. Same treatment as last time?”

Miss Singer smiled, “You know me so well.”

Mr. Director walked back to the camera, “All right, cue the balloons, and action!”

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