"Yes, from the top, and Johnny, do it right this time." The director called, ducking back behind the camera again.
Angela had changed shirts and had placed herself behind the wall again, squibs in place under her costume. Closing her eyes, Angela tried to get back into character. She focused on anything terrifying that she could think of.
Images flashed in her minds' eye; and her breathing spiked, her heart racing. Blood, flashes of light and dark, pain and terror. Everyone thought that she was a fantastic actress; calling any emotion forward as needed.
Swallowing hard, her eyes snapped open when the director called 'Action!' She played the scene again, and this time, the squibs went off on cue.
Angela stood up again, "I need a minute Eddie," She called to the director.
"Alright, fifteen everyone!" Angela passed Eddie on her way to the break area. "Thanks." Angela tried to collect herself, tried to push the thoughts from her mind.
No one knew the memories, the images, were real.
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