Some contestants couldn't stop glancing directly at the camera, others spoke too quietly or too fast.
One even tripped over a lighting cable and nearly took down an entire lamp.
The chaos became exhausting.
By 11 p.m., the group was visibly deflated.
Seth buried his face in the script, groaning into the pages, while the others lounged on the couches, arguing about whether they should keep going or call it for the night.
Ross sat in the corner, watching it all unfold. He hadn't spoken since the night before when his offer to direct had been politely but firmly rejected.
No one had asked for his input. No one had even glanced in his direction.
He didn't mind.
Not yet.
The night's shoot ended in failure. Nothing usable had been filmed.
Everyone went to bed irritated, disappointed, or completely indifferent.
Then came Tuesday.
The crew tried to rally their energy and pick up where they left off, but the spark was already gone.
