CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT – FIRST CLASS FILM MAKING

Sebastian was nodding vigorously now, eyes shining with renewed inspiration. Turning to Madison, he grasped her hands in his, squeezing them with palpable intensity. "You see? That's it - that's the crux we need to tap into for this to resonate on a deeper level! The twisted mirror of father and son, both seeing their greatest hopes and deepest flaws reflected back at them." Madison felt a frisson of excitement tingle along her spine. That was her vision, her intent for the scene rendered in crystalline clarity. Squeezing Sebastian's hands back, she matched his rapturous grin with one of her own. "Precisely! Now we just need to help Ethan and Julian mine those reserves and let it all pour out." Sebastian tugged her closer, seeming hardly able to contain his renewed zeal as he nuzzled his forehead against hers. "God, you're brilliant, truly. What would I do without your titanic talents guiding me?" Off to the side, the discordant sound of someone loudly clearing their throat made