Tierna snorted. "Ah, fuck those pretentious bastards. All they do these days is churn out Disney channel Stepford children who end up strung out and half naked in the rags the minute they turn 18, anyway."
"So what are we looking for here, kiddo? Pop star, indie darling, viral sensation?" He went on, waving his hand in the vague direction of his backdrops. Most were blank solid colors but there were a few more abstract, and he had at least one green screen tucked away somewhere.
He paused and nodded towards the fridge. "Grab a drink if you want. Got some Monster, Rockstar, Venom, maybe even a bottle of water somewhere towards the back."