Noah Buschel [RECOMMENDED]

Noah should have hung up. Instead, he heard himself say, “Who’s directing?”

“People talking,” Noah repeated, already feeling the no forming on his tongue like a stone. noah buschel

His office was a converted janitor’s closet on the Paramount lot, which he preferred because it had no window. A window meant distraction. Distraction meant hope. And hope, in Hollywood, was just disappointment in a party dress. On his desk sat a single framed photograph: his late father, a jazz drummer who’d played on exactly one famous record before fading into session work and bitterness. Noah had inherited the bitterness but not the rhythm. Noah should have hung up

The call came on a Tuesday, which was appropriate because Tuesday was the most forgettable day of the week. Noah should have hung up. Instead