Changing Will [boyxboy]

Changing Will {6}

                “We keep ending up at my house and I hate it,” Sonnet said as she pushed her front door open and led us inside.

                “But we had to end up here. You and I have to work on that project together,” Benji said with a frown.

                “And Gideon and I get to sit here awkwardly while you two do work,” I said.

                “Since you’re so close with my brother now, go ask him for his old English notebook. He had to do the same project and we can copy some information from him,” Sonnet said as we entered her bedroom.

                Secretly pleased that I had a reason to go to Will’s bedroom, I left Sonnet’s room and went downstairs. I knocked on Will’s bedroom door.

                “If you’re related to me, or you’re Ethan, don’t come in,” Will called.

                I pushed the door open. “I even get my own category. I’m honored.”

                “Who’s he?” a cute blond boy on Will’s bed asked, looking over at me.

                “One of my little sister’s friends. Get out of here Ethan,” Will said in annoyance.

                “No can do. Sonnet wants your old English journal so she and Benji can copy it,” I said.

                “Let her know that I’m only giving it to her because it helps Benji,” Will grumbled, standing up.

                I walked over to his bed and looked down at the many papers spread around. They were scripts, with red ink all over them. A good amount of papers were balled up and thrown on the floor.

                “What’s this?” I asked, picking up a script and scanning it over.

                Will came over and snatched it out of my hands, setting it back on his bed. He went back over to his desk, pulling a drawer open and beginning to dig around it.

                “The writers for our show were both out of town this week and unable to work. So, Phoenix and I now have to write the script. And we have about two days to write an entire script,” Will said.

                “Phoenix?” I guessed, looking at the blond guy.

                “Guilty,” he said with a nod.

                “So what’s the script for exactly?” I asked.

                “We work on our school’s TV station,” Will said. “Our show is scheduled to film a new episode in two days, and we don’t have a damn script.”

                “Close to being done?” I asked.

                “Not even close. This is the roughest of rough drafts. We still need to discuss camera angles, lighting, positions, and the actual dialogue,” Phoenix said, his eyes back on the script and his hand moving rapidly with a red pen. “Will, I think we should use the jib for scene 3, and play around with the lighting when we actually get to that scene.”

                “Write it down. We can discuss it later.” Will paused and looked up. “Write down the outside scenes to be filmed in studio A. Filming in front of the green screen will require less film time. You know that Tim is good with editing the green screen shots, so if we convince him to pull an all-nighter, we’ll get done a lot faster.”