The crumpled ball of paper flew across the room and crashed into the wall before falling into the nearly full trash can. Glen raised his arms into the air cheering " He shoots....He scores!!" as his wife enters the room smiling at the sight of her husband. "Are you still working on the finale rewrite?" she asked as she moves behind him and looks at the piles of notes all over the desk. The computer screen illuminating his face as he looks up at her nodding. "Yes, but it's almost there." He glances down at his cell phone as it buzzes with yet another Twitter notification. " Why don't you turn that thing off?" his wife chides as she gently rubs his shoulders. "Maybe you'll be able to focus more and actually get a good nights sleep for a change.". Glen taps his finger on his phone display and shrugs. "You're probably right but...." he looks back up at her smiling, " It's the fans" She shakes her head as she leans over and kisses her husbands forehead. " I know. You can't disappoint your fans." The softness in her eyes revealing that she admired the passion and dedication her husband has for his work. She steps back but keeps her eyes locked on his. " Try not to stay up too much longer Glen. You know how it affects you when you don't get enough sleep." Glen chuckles as he nods his head " Yes Mother" he winks. " I shouldn't be much longer."
As she leaves the room, Glen turns back to the blank notepad and begins to tap his pen on the top sheet.
Write....Crumple....Toss.
Write....Crumple.....Toss.
Write.....Crumple.....Toss.
Glen eventually lays his pen down after 20 minutes or so of unsatisfactory storyline twists and stands to stretch his back and legs. " I need a distraction for a few minutes. Then I'll get this." Picking up his cell, he scrolls through the endless list of mentions and interactions until he sees a Tweet that brings a playful smile to his lips. "Lauren...Lauren....Lauren." he arches his brow and looks up Lauren Cohan's cell number. " Not a bad impersonation of me my dear. But..." He presses dial. "Payback's a bitch." Quickly Glen clears his throat as the phone starts to ring. He knew she wouldn't answer since she and the rest of the cast was in the middle of an episode shoot in Georgia. His smile grew as he heard her voicemail message begin to play. " Hi. You've reached Lauren....." As the message finished, Glen's face became serious and he began speaking with the most scary showrunner's voice he could muster. "Lauren, this is Glen. Glen Mazzara. First let me say what a terrific job you've been doing this season. Really. Second....well, we need to see you in the writer's room first thing in the morning. First thing."
After a moment of silence, Glen burst out laughing and nearly drops the phone. "PSYCH!!!! Just kidding. Did I get you? I know I did. See what happens when you impersonate me on national TV...."
He hangs up the phone still laughing to himself. " That was fun" He stares down at the phone still in his hand and decides to repeat the call with every member of the cast. He starts with Steven Yeun and works all the way through to Norman Reedus. Glen stops before dialing Andrew Lincoln's number, after recalling the overly convincing performance Andrew gave during his mental breakdown scene. "Maybe not."
Glen puts down his phone and sits on his favorite recliner. As his head leans back against the cushion, he chuckles to himself thinking about all the frantic calls he'll be receiving in the morning.
To be continued.......
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