"That was a bad idea."

  "Why.  Because you said so?" One of the redheads hissed.  The handler tried to blink away the morning.  

  A blonde put the pistol in a red head's hand and some pieces of paper in the other.  Told, "You wrote it." The actress sighed deeply and waved the gun around before keeping it pointed at everyone while reading.  "And just what did I write?" 

  A cameraman did not stir from staring at the woman so a director said loudly in his ear keep filming, keep filming.  A younger man in chinos and a mechanics shirt said in his other ear, "You're mum's a whore." 

  "Why are you staring at me Oriana?"  She was rubbing cold hands on a big hot rock that she was sitting on.  "Is this perched enough?" She hollered at some actresses.  One drained an espresso and spat.  "Writers are never far enough away in my opinion."