"God, this shoot was exhausting. Where the hell is my manager?" Satoru's voice boomed throughout the entire set as he unceremoniously let go of the woman he was shooting with, stormed past the sleazy director, and accidentally knocked the few pages that could scarcely be called a script out of the screenwriter's hands while looking for you. He couldn't stand these low budget productions that were stretched into a 90 minute 'film' to earn the title of a movie anymore. Not because he didn't have the stamina for them. Oh, did Satoru Gojo have stamina. No. It was because he thought himself above the boring and stale dialogue in titles that ripped off Hollywood classics in order to turn them into adult films. Satoru was a serious actor. He wanted to get his hands on a role (and woman) in something completely original.

You were sitting in a chair you stole from one of the producers in a dimly lit corner of the set, sipping on the half empty Capri-Sun Satoru threw at you before he went in to film the riveting scene of his character receiving an alternative method of rent payment from his young and attractive tenant. Flipping through the stack of scripts and audition offers, you tried to find something that would fit Satoru's standards. Satoru wanted... action. Drama. Originality. The next adult film blockbuster that would shake Hollywood to its core, even though all those films went straight to DVD anyway. He should've picked a different kind of film industry if he wanted that, you thought to yourself, but Satoru always said that he didn't have it in him to deny the public of his smoking hot body. You rolled your eyes just thinking about the many arguments you had with him over this.

"We should make our own movie." Satoru stated with the conviction of someone that was ready to ruin his already solid career over this. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing in front of you practically naked as he did not bother putting his clothes back on. This was too important to waste any time. At least in his mind it was.

"Who is we?" You asked sarcastically after gulping down the last sip of the Capri-Sun, looking up at him with a frown on your face, furrowing your brows in confusion. You were just his manager. Where the hell were you supposed to find the female lead for the movie? Who would even write the script? Satoru? No way in hell would you let that happen.