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“Well?” Bobbie prodded gently after a few seconds of silence. Julie hadn’t said a word, her hands folded tightly in her lap under the lights. I decided to answer for her. “I don’t know about Julie, but my father was furious when he found out.” Bobbie turned to me, curiosity flickering across her face. “Because of the nudity?” I shook my head. “Not really. Dad doesn’t like acting in general. He doesn’t think it’s a great profession. Or at least that’s what he used to think…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- I sat across from my soon-to-be agent and carefully read through the contract she’d handed me. It didn’t take me long to get through the pages. “Honestly, I didn’t expect the reason for you not signing me up to be this,” I said, motioning around at her new office, which looked nothing like her old one. And thank God she didn’t insist on representing me back then. For if she had, I would have lost out on a good chunk of my profits from the backend deal I had subsequently signed with Sean…
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- “Action!” At Mr. Gardner’s cue, I took off across the campus, my breath steady as a steadicam operator fell into stride beside me. Renting the rig and hiring someone skilled enough to handle it had been expensive, but it was an expense I couldn’t cut. I had a very specific vision for this scene, and without a steadicam, it simply wouldn’t work. Some things were non-negotiable, even on a micro-budget. Every other outdoor scene had already been shot. This was the last one, held back only…
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- As soon as I heard the name of the film, I recognized it. I had seen the original version, and it was…terrible. There’s no other word for it. The plot revolved around two young teenagers stranded on an island, with little to no clothing, skinny-dipping, falling in love, making love, and eventually having a child. The man who wrote the story must have been a pedophile to conceive such a plot. The same could be said for anyone who wanted to make a movie about it. The acting by the two leads was…
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- It surprised Al Pacino to learn that a mere 18-year-old had written such an impressive story. When Noah left the script for him that day, Al had been irritated. It wasn’t the first time an acquaintance had tried to corner him into working together, and he was usually very good at shutting those attempts down. Still, there was something about Noah that stirred his curiosity. If the boy had managed to sell a script to Columbia and earn enough money to buy a house right next to his, he couldn’t be…
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- I cut cleanly through the water until I reached the end of the lane, flipped into a smooth turn, and powered back toward the starting block. As I touched the wall, my teammate launched himself forward to face swimmers from the other Ivy League schools. As good a swimmer as I was, there was nothing more I could do once my leg of the relay ended. If I really wanted to, I could temporarily boost my teammates, the same way I had helped Julie while filming The Blue Lagoon. But that would’ve been pushing…
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- “Tell me honestly, kid, did you really write it by yourself?” Al Pacino asked, wonder creeping into his voice as he studied my face. I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. “Of course. I just had this idea while I was writing my first script. I made a few major mistakes in it, which meant I had to do some serious rewrites. At some point, I started wondering what it would be like if I could go back in time and do it all again. Then I thought, what if I made another mistake the second time too? I…
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- In the end, I didn’t have to call my childhood friends over to help me out. I hadn’t expected the entire VES department to fight for a spot on my crew, but in hindsight, of course, they wanted in. “Noah.” A girl stood right in front of me, her posture rigid and her eyes blazing with determination. “I’ll be your cinematographer on this film,” she said. “That’s final.” I blinked, caught completely off guard. I’d barely stepped into the VES classroom and hadn’t even said…
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- “I want to make a feature-length film for this year’s assignment,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I sat across from my film teacher. “I’ve got my own camera and sound equipment that I brought with me to Harvard, so that part shouldn’t be a problem.” Mr. Gardner leaned back in his chair and inclined his head, considering me over the rim of his glasses. “Usually, students go for the two short films. Ever since this class started, only one student tried making a thirty-minute film…
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- “If markets are supposed to aggregate information, then a lot of what we call market failure looks more like an information failure. The price is wrong because the knowledge behind it is incomplete.” I finished answering the question my economics professor had posed to the class, one that no one else had managed to satisfy him with. I wasn’t entirely sure this was the response he’d been fishing for, but I knew one thing for certain. Everything I’d said was factually correct. “Perfect!”…
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