Acting. A tough business. It was fairly cut-throat, and no one had ever claimed otherwise. It would be impossible to count on one hand how many people he had stepped on -either accidentally or with more sinister intentions- as he ascended through the ranks. It was unpleasant but not unnecessary. Dante, however, seemed to rather enjoy stepping on people to get his own way.
Will and Dante had known one another since they were just starting out. Never particularly friendly, the rivalry and showmanship between the two of them had only gotten worse as they grew up. Everything they did had been about getting one over on the other. Dante was a snob, plain and simple. A well-educated boy straight out of theatre school, and Will hated him. More than that, he abhorred him. Hate was a dark, ugly thing, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the twist in his gut when their eyes met across the parking lot as the man climbed out of an expensive sports car, and Dante’s face pulled up into that ugly sneer he seemed to favour. It wouldn’t take an onlooker too long to figure out that neither man was best pleased.
The first one to storm into the Director’s trailer, all guns blazing, was Will. His glare was enough to bore a hole in head of the unfortunate intern stood next to him. It was too late now, however. They’d both signed the contracts, and there was no backing out at this stage.
