Saturday morning, I woke up early so that I could go with David to work. This time I brought my homework and the cast had been nice enough to set up a room in David's suite. For two and a half hours I worked on a script that was due on Monday for my Screenwriting 1001 class. Finally, getting frustrated, I went out to see what was going on. Apparently, they were on break.

Walking over to David, I handed him my latest writing endeavor.

"You're going to make me rich with all of these free scripts."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever. You're already rich. And besides, you know the stuff that I let you read is second rate. I seem to be stuck in 'I'm not good enough mode.'" Stephen Zito offered a sympathetic smile from his place in a nearby office. I blushed, embarrassed that he had overheard.

Catherine pulled me aside just then and whispered something in my ear. Giggling, I put my hand to my mouth trying not to look obvious. Apparently, it didn't work.

David rolled his eyes and called out to a crew member, "Susan, would you call Durk and tell him to cater lunch here and in Catherine's suite? She's making me buy again, and for everybody, so make sure he knows he's catering for about thirty people."

Susan laughed both at my surprised look and at his response, "Glad to."

"You know she's doing this just so I'll go broke one day."

"With your expense account? That'll be the day." Susan grinned, "Tell her thanks from all of us."

I grinned at Cat, still surprised that David had known what we were talking about. David gave me "the look" and went to work on lines until lunch arrived.