“You’re looking at the wrong camera.”
“No, you are, May. I’m looking at camera B.”
“Camera A’s on first. Get a grip, Mitchell!”
“Camera B, May. Why are you wearing brown? I told you I was wearing brown today.”
“This? It’s more maroon than brown! Do I have to get you a color wheel? And go easy on the makeup. Good grief! Is that blush, Mitchell?”
“So? What’s wrong with a little color?”
“Just feels like you’re auditioning for the Moulin Rouge, that’s all.”
The producer sighed. “More like the Punch and Judy show,” he mumbled in the control booth.
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