He was on his way home. The takes after he called his mom were all filled with mistakes. It wasn't hard, but it just seemed like there was always something there to mess him up. One take, he tripped over one of the props and fell. In another take, he accidentally went cross eyed for a minute there, in complete view of the camera. In the last take, he threw up. It wasn't hard, all he had to say was, "Gunslingers," but nothing went his way. After the last take, the producer called him over.
"Listen, lad, I've been really, really, REALLY lenient with you. You understand, right?" The lad shook his head yes. "Good, good, because if this happens again, I'm not going to be lenient. I'll put it simply, make another mess up, and you're fired. Got it?" The lad shook his head again. "Good, go home, take a break, relax, come back and do your part."
He walked away dejectedly, silent the entire trek out of the studio. He got into his car and decided to call his mom again. She, once again, picked up. "Oh, hey there, you're missing it! We've already started the game, and tensions are running high! If you don't make it, you're sleeping on the couch."
"I'll be there."
He hung up.
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