[ WP ] Midway through the filming of a kids movie a building collapses in the background of the scene unexpected . The director realizes he saved a ton of money on special effects , takes the opportunity and turns the rest of the script into a post-apocalyptic action flick .

Robbie Goldstein scanned the set before returning his gaze to the camera. 
 
 `` Alright, everybody ready? Kids you good?'' Goldstein asked for the tenth time that day. It was obvious to the crew that he no longer cared for kid's response. If an actor forgot their lines, it was a sure fire way to lose Robbie Goldstein's respect. 
 
 *Christ, the agency really fucked it up with these brats* Goldstein muttered to himself. `` Alright let's go, 3-2-... wait, Bob, what's that on Lucy's face?'' 
 
 Bob grabbed a towel and quickly made his way to Lucy, the youngest actress on set. His face softened quickly as he began to wipe Lucy's face off. He gave her an affectionate hug and pointed her back to her place before rejoining Goldstein's side. 
 
 `` Robbie, you're going a little hard on these kids. Those were tears covering her face. Why do n't you back off for a bit or give them a break?'' Bob asked hopefully. Despite the large conglomeration of children on set, Goldstein's ruthlessness had n't softened, and in turn he chose to ignore Bob's advice. 
 
 `` Lucy, stop moving your arms around. Alright we're good. 3-2-1, action!'' Robbie barked in time with the clapperboard. 
 
 The actors already had begun to forget their lines again. Robbie ground his teeth against his iron fillings. It was bad enough he lost his production rights to *Monster Killer: The Reckoning*, but now he had to work with kids? The agency really had fucked him hard on this one. *Rainbow Adventure*? Really? *Rainbow* fucking *Adventure*? 
 
 `` Cut! Cut!'' Robbie almost screamed, `` Back to your stations. Let's roll with take 11, people!'' 
 
 A small rumble shook the building and the camera shuddered slightly. 
 
 The actors looked around in confusion as the crews quickly worked to reset their equipment calibrations. 
 
 `` Slight earthquake, nothing more. We're near a fault line remember?'' Goldstein said impatiently. 
 
 `` Ok, let's go in 3-2-1, action!'' Goldstein yelled for the eleventh time that day. The actors and children moved about with less enthusiasm than they had in the last shot. 
 
 *Devoid of passion. No wonder these buffoons will be stuck doing TV for the rest of their liv-* Robbie's thought was interrupted by a much larger rumbling that shook the set foundation to its core. The actors and crew likewise stopped and began to look around with bewilderment. An air of confusion possessed the whole cast and crew- well, all except for Robbie Goldstein. Though he tried to maintain a dignified manner, he could n't hide the bulging veins in forehead or stop his hands from trembling. Furious would be an understatement to describe Goldstein's temperament. 
 
 `` That's it. I'm done,'' Robbie whispered to himself as he reached to turn off his camera. A high pitched noise made Robbie pause though. More accurately, this high pitched noise was a scream... from Lucy. 
 
 A large chunk of the set's plaster had become dislodged during the first medium size quake and sat precariously in place due to two increasingly unstable fiber wires. Even the smallest shock would be able to displace those last two wires from their original settings. And that's exactly what the second tremor did. With two successive clicks, the fiber wires had snapped and the plaster detached from the wall. Sally had looked up and saw the free falling plaster. It was at that moment that she screamed. Of course, by screaming, Sally had diverted the crew's attention towards herself and away from the precarious set. It was at that moment that Bob decided help Sally. Unfortunately, it was also at that moment that Bob stepped into the plaster's landing trajectory. 
 
 *Plop* 
 
 *Plop? Odd. I'll add that one to the books, * Goldstein thought. 
 
 Where Bob had been a second ago sat a large chunk of plaster and a bloody puddle. If one looked hard enough, he would be able to see Bob's glasses amazingly undamaged among the debris. The rest of Bob could not share the glasses's same fortune though. 
 
 The crew stood in shock. Arthur, a nineteen year old intern in charge of audio, was the first to speak. Or rather, express himself. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words escaped. Instead, a quick bout of vomit projected from his mouth, covering in part his equipment, the floor, and sound technicians standing in front of him. 
 
 The vomit was a catalyst for the pandemonium that followed. The remaining sound technicians ( including a much relieved Arthur ) bolted for the exit. Almost sonorously, the five children on set began to scream quite loudly. And quite annoyingly too, Goldstein thought. Nothing though could ruin his mood. As soon as Bob had met his demise, Robbie realized that he had left his camera running through the carnage. He had panned over just in time to capture Arthur's first claim to fame and the subsequent sound technician exodus. With the chorus of children in the background, Goldstein fixed his camera at Sally, who, since the Bobplosion ( as Goldstein later coined it ), had n't moved. Covered in Bob, Sally looked like something from a horror film. 
 
 `` An homage to Carrie? Very creative, I love it. Sally! Now give the camera a menacing look, darling,'' Robbie ordered from behind the lense. Sally did n't move. 
 
 `` Alright fine. Improv is fine, I'll work around it, do n't worry! Just keep doing you, Sal,'' he called out reassuringly. 
 
 *Maybe the agency was right! These kids may have talent yet. * Goldstein picked up his camera and moved the frame to include Sally and the bloodied plaster. A lone tear fell down her left cheek and settled on her chin. 
 
 *Gold, absolute gold* Robbie thought. He brought the camera to his left just in time to see Cooper, the production manager, bowl through the chorus of children to get to the exit. Despite the punishment they endured, the kids quickly picked themselves off the ground and ran off the set, leaving just Sally, Goldstein, and part of Bob. Sally fell to her knees. No noise escaped her soft lips with the exception of a small, pained groan. It was commonly known around the set that Bob acted as her guardian. Even Robbie Goldstein could n't help but be affected by her tender showing of affection. 
 
 `` Sally, baby, you're gon na be a star,'' he said tenderly as he cut the film. He sighed softly and looked out at the night sky through the broken plaster set. He could see it so clearly now; it was almost in his grasp... the rights to *Monster Hunter: The Reckoning*. As Goldstein put away his camera he could n't help but notice how beautiful the night sky had become. 
 
 
 
 

