“Perfect,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to be the kid on set again.”
Lena Vasquez had spent forty years in the shadows of other people’s spotlights. She’d been the best friend, the quirky aunt, the stern judge who delivers the verdict in the third act. Solid work. Invisible work.
“That’s where it came from. Now are you going to direct, or are you going to get out of my way?”
“Sit in the chair, Cody. Watch.”