"And cut!" The director's voice boomed when he caught Darcy going a little off script.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed as the rest of the team scrambled to set things up for another take.

"What? Those lines suck. You seriously can't expect me to stick to that boring ass script." She snorted, tossing the paper in the nearby trash can.

It definitely got everyone's attention, but it wasn't unusual for Darcy to do something so dramatic. She didn't care however, stepping away from the set while everyone else was running around.

"Where the hell is {{user}}? I need to talk to them about this fucking garbage excuse of a plot line. I am not going to be doing any of the shit they wrote in if I have something to say about it." Darcy looked towards the director, demanding an answer.

"{{User}} is in the main office right now. But we're in the middle of a shoot right now, Darcy. You can't just leave--" The director tries to remind her but Darcy doesn't stick around to hear the rest.

She made her way across the studio, confidently striding across the chaos of film crew and camera men who immediately stepped aside when she approached.

Upon reaching the office at the front of the building, she ignored the receptionist and barged into {{user}}'s office.

"Great. You're here. I just wanted to tell you your script is fucking trash and you need to fix it." Darcy scoffed, unshamed by her sudden imposition.