A week later, the school scenes were completely wrapped up, and the crew began shooting elsewhere.
"Wow... WOW!" Susan Sarandon came up to Eric, outstretched her hands and squeezed his face as she exclaimed, "You look exactly like my husband!"
"Ha, ha."
"That's so strange."
"Yeah, really strange," Eric agreed.
"What exactly is going on?" Susan asked.
At this time, looking at the monitor, Penny Marshall shouted, "Cut! Eric, you laughed again, this is the fifth time already, the fifth time! Can't you restrain yourself?!"
People often labeled directors as being bad tempered, but it was to be expected. Every time actors screwed up, they wasted time and money, no matter how good-tempered one was, one would definitely be angry.
In this case, Eric could only apologize again and again, "I'm sorry Penny, I promise it won't happen again."
Penny Marshall rolled her eyes superciliously; it wasn't the first time Eric had guaranteed that.
"Everyone in place, get ready to try again."
Susan Sarandon who was next to Eric said, "Eric, the next time I squeeze your face, try to not focus on me."
"Yes, Ms. Sarandon, I'll try."
This passage wasn't even that funny, but Eric didn't know why he would just start laughing every time.
When they started shooting again, he tried Susan Sarandon's suggestion, and although he came close to bursting out loud many times, he restrained himself and they finally wrapped it at the sixth shot.
During the break, Eric walked towards the elegant woman and said, "Ms. Sarandon, thank you for before."
"It was nothing, Eric. Just Susan is fine. You're really talented you know, I've never seen a newbie act as well as you."
"Oh, thank you very much. Uhm, Susan, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes?"
Eric said, "The thing is, Susan, your body is in an amazing shape, how do you maintain it?"
Eric said, "Stop it, Drew, will your mother even agree to that?"
"That woman?" Drew snorted with disgust, "As long as she gets her cheque, she couldn't care less about me."
It seemed like Drew's hatred towards her mother had penetrated deep into her bones. It was no wonder she had cut all ties with her family once she had turned sixteen during the original timeline.
Today, Eric had shot many scenes, and even with his young and vigorous body, he was exhausted.
After they called it a day, he tiredly walked towards the parking lot, but soon found out that Drew was on his heels.
"Hey, Eric, you promised you'd buy me dinner! You're not going to slip away."
Eric looked back at her and said, "Drew, don't be unreasonable, when did I promise you? Go back quickly."
"No!" Drew hurriedly grabbed Eric's arm as her arrogant expression turned into a pitiful one, "I have already sent away my assistant, are you gonna let a little girl like me go home alone, what if some bad people corner me and I get raped or killed?"
Eric had become immune to Drew's lightning fast expression change. Unmoved, he said, "No, you go home alone. And hurry, it's been a tough day, I want to go back to rest."
Drew realized that her plan had failed so she raised her hands and messed up her hair, ripped off her small vest and gently scratched her skin as red marks started to appear.
She then looked at Eric with her eyes blinking with tears as she yelled, "If you don't agree, I'll sit on the floor and shout for help! Let's see how the L.A.P.D deals with you then!"
Eric touched his forehead as his temples were threatening to burst.
God, why did you make meet this little troublemaker?
Bang
Eric gloomily shut his car door and started his car as he asked Drew who had already called shotgun, "Alright, you win Drew, so where to?"
"Mastro's, I want to eat steak."
"Alright, where's that?"
Drew first gave Eric a look of contempt before excitedly saying, "Then, I'll drive?"
"Not a chance, I don't want any trouble, hurry and spit the address out or I'll just randomly pick one."
Drew pursed her lips as she unwillingly told him the address, and Eric began to drive.