Moving Miranda.

With her latest actions, the easiest thing for me to do was keep us both incredibly still.

"I know that it's your first time on one of these shoots, Miranda," I said, "but right now, it's time to get in your room, and go to sleep."

Seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and I led her in. Luckily, I hit the button for her floor, and they closed before she was able to exit again.

However, she was FAR from calm.

"But it's not fair!!!" she complained. "Orlando gets to go to ALL of these places, and shoot his movies! I can travel ALL over the world, but all of MY sets look the same!"

"That's true," I admitted, hoping that agreement would settle her down. "Maybe you could talk to someone else about that."

"He's been shooting those 'Pirates' films forever, and I'm afraid that stupid Johnny Depp is going to rub-off on him, and affect how he treats others, including me."

"Well, we can CERTAINLY hope not," I said honestly.

"But hoping isn't enough!" she said, continuing to be whiny and difficult.

"Well,... What do you want?!" I asked her rhetorically.

Suddenly, she leaned in close to my ear.

"How about we choose a day while we're down here... And you get yourself some booty?"