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"Cut! Cut!" the director screamed. He stomped up from his chair and glared at the three actors before him. "You're doing it all wrong! Lucy, you need to try to show more of Rue's softer side, or the audience won't relate to her at all."
"S-sorry," Lucy stammered.
"Amy, Ahiru is a klutz not a walking disaster."
Amy grumbled and cursed under her breath. "I don't get the difference. Man, I could go for a cigarette."
"And you Mark!" the actor barely lifted his head as the director rolled up the script at pointed it and him. "You're overdoing the emotionless act."
"He has no heart, he's not supposed to have emotions," Mark spat back.
"Yes, but I imagine it would feel quite painful to have a shard of your heart be PULLED OUT OF YOUR CHEST!"
The director sighed.