Amazing, touching piece by a classy guy!

Willie shoots me a wink. I smile, playing the confident showrunner. I’m conning them all and it’s working.

Three months earlier.

I’m lying in bed. The clock says it’s 1 a.m. PST, but I don’t trust it. My assistant, Eddie, has taken to setting my clocks ahead, and this could be his doing. I check my iPhone. The clock isn’t lying. In a couple of hours, the actors will show up on set in New York expecting script revisions.

I’m in a depression, and the weight of it lays on me like a sackcloth. In the days ahead I’ll realize that this was the shallow end of it; tonight will be my breakthrough.

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