Christina: I’m so fucking pissed I can barely see straight.
Elli: What’s up, hon?
Taneesha: Oh no. Warpath Christina. Everyone out of the way!
Christina: So . . . I got a promotion.
Aditi: That’s great!
Christina: Um . . . “Finally” Miche? Really?
Michelle: I’m just saying . . . You’ve been a PA for like six years. You’ve been on Youngbloods for two. They’re recognizing your work.
Aditi: What about the promotion makes you unhappy?
Christina: 2nd 2nd AD is the shittiest job in the world. Long hours, constantly abused by extras, changing the schedule constantly.
Taneesha: That doesn’t sound so different from what you already do. At least you’ll get paid more?
Elli: 2nd 2nd? That’s a weird job title.
Christina: It is. But it’s Hollyweird. Apparently calling it a 3rd assistant director was too much trouble.
Taneesha: Isn’t this what you went to school for?
Christina: I went to college to get high and nail bi-curious girls trying to rebel against their conservative parents.
Aditi : LOL
Michelle: Well, I think this is amazing news. You can handle any task put in front of you, Chris. You’re talented and smart.
Christina: Yeah, thanks.
Taneesha: I think the point isn’t that she can’t do the job, it’s that she doesn’t want to do the job.
Christina: And really, I don’t deserve it. There are plenty of PAs who are WAY better at this. Who would kill to chase our post-apocalyptic extras through the desert asking them to sign one more fucking form. And they all know I’m not right for it.
Aditi: You think you got this job because of Vivi . . .
Taneesha: Oh, yikes. Hadn’t thought of that.
Christina: I know I got it because of her. I want to be excited, it was a sweet gesture. But I didn’t ask for it.
Elli: Look, everything happens for a reason. Just because you haven’t done this job before, doesn’t mean you won’t be amazing at it.
Elli: AND maybe Vivi sees something in you that you don’t see in yourself.
Christina: Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . .
Aditi: Chris, you do realize you just admitted to watching The Sound of Music.
Christina: The Sound of Mucus is universal, Aditi.
Elli: I think you’re just determined to be Grumpy Cat today.
Aditi: Maybe you just need to head over to Vivi’s and pound it out a little. A few hours in the Bone Zone and you’ll forget all about your troubles.
Christina: Already tried. Good sex cures a lot of things, but not this.
Taneesha: Even bad sex helps.
Aditi: Still no luck with Diego?
Taneesha: We’re getting closer. I think? Is there a lady equivalent to blue balls?
Elli: I think it’s sweet.
Christina: You would, El. Did I see in the logs that you came out as an ace?
Christina: Happy for you little duck!
Elli: Thanks! But back to Neesha’s problem.
Aditi: I would like some clarification on “closer.”
Taneesha: Diego actually told me something I’m not sure how I feel about.
Aditi: He hates Battlestar Galactica.
Elli: He thinks Eccleston is the best modern Doctor.
Taneesha: He still hasn’t punched his V-card.
Aditi: No. Fucking. Way.
Michelle: Wow, that’s impressive. Impressive and . . . WOW.
Taneesha: Serious to God. He says he might be ready if I’m “all in” . . .
Elli: Are you “all in?”
Taneesha: Yes? No? I’m not sure? I really like him and I damn sure want to peel his clothes off with my teeth. But I need to make sure it’s serious instead of just infatuation and lust.
Taneesha: Besides . . . it’s a big responsibility.
Aditi: Nope. Not at all. He’s got nothing to compare you to. Show him how you like it and reap the benefits of training the boy yourself.
Christina: Who wants to train???
Aditi: I love you, Chris, but you are lazy as fuck. Taneesha, you mold that boy into whatever you want.
Today was a thrilling day for Aditi, the kind she’d almost forgotten she could have. For nearly a week now, the Next Big Thing had been steadily springing from her brain, through her fingers, and out onto the page. This was the kind of writing she lived for; the inspiration flowing through her, the characters daring her to chase along behind them and try to keep up. In the last couple of months, she’d started to worry that she’d made a mistake, pushing into the world of the published author. That maybe she wasn’t cut out for the bullshit that surrounded what she once viewed as such a purely creative profession.
But right now, in this moment . . . her brain was moving faster than when she first realized she might actually know how to finish that first book. This was a second book, and if she could make it through this one, there would likely be a third and fourth. Of course, it wasn’t the book Michelle was asking for. The sequel Aditi had never intended, that the people at Faraday were tripping over themselves to get. Maybe she just needed a break from that world. Maybe she needed to create some new people to...