SPARKLES AND BLOOD
Blood covered everything.
The blond chick in the white T-shirt screamed and danced around like she'd seen a mouse. She was supposed to be screaming because her boyfriend had just been decapitated. Martin hoped that the director wasn't really paying attention.
"Cut!' Quentin banged his hand on the arm of his director's chair. He immediately tried to hide the fact that he'd hurt himself. "This is a horror film, you stupid cow!" he said as he walked through the blood bath. "You need to look horrified. Not like some girl who got a bug down her cleavage." He demonstrated the little dance that Clarisse had been doing. It was funny really, as long as you weren't Clarisse. It was too bad that his five-hundred-dollar wingtip shoes didn't have better tread.