"On set? Yes. It's the most boring experience one can ever endure. The food's good, though." Clearing his throat of a perceived dam of parching, he squinted toward the eighty-something-degree sun that glared down mightily but with the sensitivity of a flicker in its howling gestures. He decided it was probably best to scoot his Ray-Bans back before his eyes.
"But if you're working with people who are actually creative, and you're collaborating with them, as well you know my rock star friendo, it can be a little less of a chore." The city had a fake subway entrance, even the ER reception area from the popular show still stood. Rigged for piling torrents of suspense with long metal beams. There was a middle area, too. Surrounded by little houses that seemed plucked from Dorothy's neighborhood, spun, and plopped onto the lot.
"You notice how all the streets curve so the camera will never catch the truth?"