Hollywood: Lights, Ink, Entertainment!

.....

"Haaha, that was funny!" Regal burst out suddenly, a sharp bark of laughter escaping before anyone had time to brace for it.

Regal let out a loud laugh - sudden and sharp, like it punched out of his chest before anyone had time to react.

"God." He said, still chuckling. "What was that?"

Everyone turned to look at him, blinking like the projection had just exploded.

Samantha didn't even flinch. She just quietly pressed her lips together. She had heard that laugh before - usually right before Regal did something impulsive. Signed someone on the spot. Or tossed the script. Or both.

Regal pointed at the monitor, now frozen on a blurry frame of the red-headed kid mid-jig. "Who is this? What is his name?"

He already knew it. Of course he did. Also, he just liked asking, liked watching people scramble for the answer, liked the sound of the name out loud when he was excited about someone.

Eliot didn't miss a beat. "Rupert Grint a Eleven from Harlow haven't done much except for some school plays and a few local theatre groups. That is about it."

Regal gave a small nod, appreciating the clarity. He liked how Eliot never wasted words. But when he glanced around the room and saw the still-lingering confusion - or worse, doubt - he raised a brow.

"Well?" He said, voice calm but carrying enough weight to cut through the silence. "Thoughts?"

Nobody spoke at first.