From the very beginning rasmussen and I had had our grievances. Had it not been for the fact that I had to keep quiet in order to placate an entire production that would go belly-up if I caused any trouble, the altercation would have happened much sooner. It would have happened the moment he frequently depicted the character meaning to depict me, in the movie going under my alias, Baxter Poirdex, using bathrobes, despite the fact that I had never, and had always crossly refused to. This was something that Rasmussen knew, because I had spoken to him, at great length, before the production. I tolerated the majority of the spiteful goings-on at the set. I tolerated the bathrobe incident, the white denim incident, and so forth. What truly drove me over the edge was his depiction of the Los Angeles DEA Anti-Drug panel, where I had pulled up in a stolen racecar, scantly dressed, speaking in a breathy voice, frothing it all up in front of the officers. Unlike the smaller details that Rasmussen had blithely slipped in, this was absolute slander. Even the actress was warily eyeing me the entire time, and passively asking Rasmussen if this scene were truly necessary, given that it was a biopic that strived to be as accurate as possible. Given that I was there, co-directing, this should have been no problem.
"It is required of you," he said, grinning crookedly, knowing entirely what he was doing, scheming, "to follow my directorial choices in order for this to truly come to fruition. I'm used to giving you some lee-way. You know that I've been generous with you, but you must understand, this is ultimately my vision."
That was about the time that I met the end of my threshold. I picked up a bonesaw, seething with anger, and lunged at him, sc
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Words Reach 100 words
Location A movie set
Character A provocative racing driver
Words Reach 200 words
Sentence "It is required of you."
Letter Use the letter G
Words Reach 300 words
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