grace 7 days ago
"To die, to sleep;/ To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub," he intones.
"Stop!" The director, Rey, is yelling again. "From the top!" She's young, freckled and frowny with a manically marked-up script.
Ben purses his lips, wondering when he can have his union-mandated break and a smoke.
add a skeleton here at some point