I saw you getting into that car on Wednesday too, who was that? Your boyfriend? He looked old." Jen was staring at me, and some other girls too, since...gossip was always fun. "Or was that your 'piano teacher'?" Jen rolled her eyes and made little quotation marks with her fingers."He was a friend of my dad's," I lied, trying hard not to blush with embarrassment. He'd actually been some guy from Iowa or someplace who really loved school girls, and he'd paid a lot to pick me up after. They thought that they were punishing us, but they did their work too well and sent us to Heaven, instead." No, this is Hell, and I will find a way to escape!" He focused his attention on a single detail of the scene that surrounded him, probing at it until he could resolve in into its individual pixels. The rest of his surroundings wavered, breaking down into millions of fractal components."Hal! Come back!" Her voice was fuzzy, lacking in resonance as his mind rejected its reality. Somewhere,. “Of course, we are. I am not that much of a bitch. I am just ... fuck, humbled, I guess, embarrassed, flustered. Go play with Gwen while I get it together.”I turned to look at Gwen and she was bouncing on her toes, doing that little thumb to the nose thing that Bruce Lee made famous, then beckoning me with a grin.“Come get some, hotshot!” she crowed, the twinkle in her eye made it obvious she was teasing.“You killed my sensei! Prepare to die!” I growled back at her, doing my best impression of. Everything, there’s a door to the right, take all your clothes of and put them in one of the lockers, there’s a bathroom with a shower, do what you have to do and then put a bathrobe some slippers and walk to the set, leave your underwear on, you will probably need an outfit for the scene, it will be provided, there is a script but it’s not Shakespeare so don’t worry, the director or I will feed you any lines if needed, do not make a sound, do not talk to the other talents and wait until you.