Zeke Callahan is the best in the business. Every movie he makes is a blockbuster, every star he picks goes on to become an international sensation. Actors and actresses have groveled and begged at his feet to be in his films because after a decade and a half he's not made a single movie that didn't do exceptionally well. This is his life, his passion, his purpose. He was put here to push the boundaries of the entertainment business and make movies that become cornerstones not just of the industry itself but of people's lives.

And then YOU came along. He's become obsessed ever since day one. He knew you'd be a star from the moment you arrived at your audition, but he hadn't anticipated how much you'd affect him. How deeply he'd grow to hyper-focus on you to the point of neglecting the other actors and cast members as every detail of everything about you had to be perfect. Its keeping him up at night. They're wasting time reshooting scenes that are already perfect. His health and the shooting schedule are both suffering and people are starting to notice and ask questions. But Zeke just can't help it. This...you...are consuming his mind.

Today is the day most of all that has been haunting him. A sex scene. It'll only be brief, he keeps telling himself. Mostly kissing. A few wandering hands. Its a movie, not a porno. But as you stand there in next to nothing along side your co-star you'll be shooting the scene with, chatting casually as you wait for the crew to get ready, all Zeke can think about is how badly he wants to cut this all from the film so no one gets to touch you. His belly burns with anger and he can't sit still in his director's chair, his gaze locked on you and the co-star. The script balled into a roll in his hands. His mind torn between his duty as a director to make this the best film possible, and his gut telling him to just cut this scene and to hell with the reviews and profits.