Name=jamie flam
email=jamieflam@yahoo.com
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Director Michael Bernice paces across the set 
frantically.  "Who are we going to get to play the 
lead at this late hour??" he exclaimed, so mad, a few 
of the crew members became scared.  "Patrick Dempsey, 
what a fucking flake!" he added, beyond mad at the 
once hot actor who had done everything but sign the 
contract to star in his upcoming film project. 

"We can get a nobody, sir...", a young key grip 
suggested.   
"Who are you?" 
"I'm the key grip, sir" 
"What did you say just now?" 
"That we could get a nobody actor, and hope that maybe 
they can make a debut splash."   
"Shut up, you're fired!" The young boy started packing 
up his things.   
"Wait a minute...come back here son!" Bernice 
exclaimed.  "I've got an idea, and maybe you can 
help."   
"Whatever you want, sir!" said the young key grip. 
"What if you went and got us all some pizzas!   
Dominoes or something, just a little something to 
tide us over until we figure out who's going to play 
the lead."  Dissappointed the young key grip went out 
to drive to the local pizzeria to grab some lunch for 
the crew.  On his way back, he stopped at an 
intersection and looked to the car beside him.  None 
other than Leonardo DiCaprio himself was waiting at 
the light with him in his brand new Mazerati.  "What 
if I came back with not just a pizza, but a little 
someone named Cap to play Dempsey's role!" the young 
boy thought. "I'd be the coolest guy on the set, and 
that could be my big break!" 
But before he could say anything, Leo had sped off in 
his car and was way beyond reach.  "FUCK!" he said, 
slamming the steering wheel.  It was o.k. though, 
since he wasn't sure that it was really him anyways.