Chapter 29
Behind The Spotlight Chapter 29
Wyatt yawned as he stretched his aching limbs. His joints cracked audibly, a clear sign of exhaustion and lack of rest. Sitting for an entire day without proper breaks was one of the most excruciating things ever. He arched his back and moaned in pleasure. As always, stretching felt incredibly good after being hunched over monitors like a gremlin for hours.
Wyatt rubbed his eyes. He'd been sleep-deprived for more than five months, ever since production began of The Accidental Wedding Crashers. Every night, he had to stay up to review the footage and film reels, study his storyboard, plan the next scene, and coordinate with his assistant for the day ahead. It was a relentless cycle, physically and mentally draining.
And now, even during post-production, Wyatt still had to stay up all night. As if the stress of filming weren't enough, editing turned out to be its own beast. Once this whole ordeal was over, Wyatt promised himself he'd finally take a long, relaxing sleep to make up for his suffering.
'I'm gonna go to a bar to celebrate. This job is not easy at all. There were so many problems at the start of the project, and I had to adjust everything while sacrificing sleep... Now my favorite beverages are Redd Bull and black coffee.'
Back in college, Wyatt used to go to bars frequently. Those carefree, booze-filled nights now felt like a distant memory. But he had heard that bars and parties in Los Angeles were immaculate. No matter where you went, you'd find gorgeous women. Wyatt could personally testify, especially in Hollywood, it felt like walking into a catalog shoot. Almost everyone was stunning.
Fueled by curiosity, he wanted to experience Hollywood nightlife for himself. Maybe he'd even get lucky and get laid. He glanced at his belly fat and sighed. With his current appearance, it might be tough.
After a good stretch, he exited the editing studio to share the good news with his agent. Collin, who had taken on the role of Producer, was also exhausted. Both of them were soldiers in this production, bleeding time and energy for a dream.
He found a phone booth near the studio and dialed Collin's number. The phone began to ring. The buzzing dial tone echoed in his ear as he tapped his foot in rhythm.