"Cut—"
"Cut—"
"Cut—"
...
In just a few minutes, Quinn Yates had shouted "Cut" multiple times.
With each shout, her face grew more displeased.
The staff didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, fearing they'd provoke this notoriously capricious and sharp-tongued director.
Those acting alongside Insomnia Rivers didn't look any better, their patience worn thin by the constant retakes.
"Cut—" Another halt was called, and Quinn Yates finally lost her composure and shouted out loud.
"Insomnia Rivers, did you even bring your brain? Can you act? If not, then get out of here and stop wasting everyone's time!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really not in a good state..."
"It's not that you're in a bad state; it's that your brain is bad! If you could use some of your cunning on acting instead of plotting against others, you wouldn't be this bad." Quinn Yates didn't hold back and scolded her loudly.
Everyone else kept their distance, and no one spoke up for her.
