“Cut!” Cameron yelled. “Where the hell is my casting director? Finn, goddammit, where are you?
“I’m here, boss,” Mali said after dashing over to where the irate director was standing.
“Get that tuxedo cat out of the boat and get me another cat to play Jack, Mali. Preferably one who doesn’t look like a villain who is getting ready to throw Rose overboard. Jack is supposed to be madly in love with Rose, not preparing to toss her to the sharks. And that orange tabby couldn’t be more bored looking. She is supposed to be thrilled, not half asleep! This is a catastrophe.”
“Okay, James, I’ve got a whole pet shop’s worth of cats backstage,” Mali said. “I’ll find a less sinister-looking Tuxedo to play Jack in this scene and I’ll give the tabby some catnip. That should make her more dreamy. Give me ten minutes, James.”
The director yelled out, “Take fifteen, everyone.”
Written for Melissa’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Image credit: iridi on iStock.