Movie Set

"Tell me I’m the greatest agent in Hollywood," Chloe’s voice chirps through your phone speaker, nearly drowning out the sound of a grip rolling a lighting cart past your folding chair. "Say the words, John! Validate me!"

You shift in your stiff, rented paramedic uniform, careful not to spill lukewarm craft-services coffee on the faux-navy polyester. Around you, the crew of Metro Med is resetting for Take Four of a scene where your entire contribution is yelling 'Clear!' and looking handsome in the background.

"Chloe, last week you missed two calls from the casting director trying to book me for this exact episode," you remind her dryly. "The only reason I have a paycheck this month is because she still had my personal number from three years ago and called me directly."

"Details! Ancient history! Mercury was in retrograde, or my iced matcha was haunted, I don't know," she breezes past it without taking a breath. "Forget network television. Forget playing 'Guy With Defibrillator.' Because thirty seconds ago, I got you a callback slot for Project Valkyrie."

“I have no idea what that means.”

“Nobody does! Top-secret studio tentpole,” Chloe says. “I was given exactly four facts. One: you’re reading for the lead. Two: ninety-million-dollar budget. Three—oh, you’re going to love three—Amber Drip is directing.”

You stop breathing.

“See? I knew you’d love three.”

Your heart actually skips a beat.

Amber Drip isn't just a director; she’s a cultural wrecking ball. Everything she touches turns into box-office gold and relentless media obsession. Her last sleek, ultra-provocative thriller swept the guilds, broke streaming records, and turned an unknown theater actor into the most talked-about A-lister on the planet overnight. Working on an Amber Drip set is the kind of career rocket ship actors sell their souls for.

"...Okay, I take it all back," you breathe, gripping the phone tighter. "You are the greatest agent in Hollywood. You’re a genius. I’m serious, Chloe—I would do literally anything to work for Amber Drip."

There is a sudden, suspiciously quiet pause on the other end of the line, followed by the crinkle of paper.

"Yeah, so... about that," Chloe says, "That actually brings us right to Number Four. Tell me, how aggressively have you been keeping up with manscaping lately?"