"No!" The director shouted. "You're doing it wrong! CUT!"
Everyone spread out, mumbling. L sat up with a blank expression. "What is it this time?"
"You don't shout! You scream. Scream like you're terrified, not like you saw a lizard!" The director pulled at his hair, his eyes rolling all around.
"Uh, okay." L put on his scared face, and the camera began rolling again.
"Sh…shinigami?" He whispered, making his pupils dilate. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
He threw himself sideways, proceeding to roll around. "AAAH, NO, NO, NOT SHINIGAMI! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Light was dying of laughter. The task force was staring. The director was tearing up, biting at a handkerchief. "Yes! Beautiful!" He cried.
L wasn't finished yet. He stood up, pulling at his hair like the director was doing previously, and did a strange twitching thing. "T-They're coming for me. I won't- I- no. I c-can't."
The director, gaining some sense, began clapping. "Cut! That was amazing, L, simply amazing!"
L didn't stop, though. "What if… what if…"
Light approached L, patting him on the shoulder. "Very nice acting, man! Was hilarious, though."
He slapped Light's hand and crouched down, getting on his knees and crawling out of the room. "No… no…"
Light began laughing again.
"DROP THE BEAT!"
L and Light's feet moved in sync; they stomped on the arrows with unbelievable speed, Light flailing while L had his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. Dance Dance Revolution was an intense game, and a very serious one according to L and Light. They spun around, kneeling and slapping the arrow, then jumped back up. The cast watched in awe.
"I… won't lose." Light growled, glancing at L, who was winning with ease.
"Are you sure about that?" He replied smugly, performing a fancy spin.
Light wiped sweat from his forehead and turned back to the screen. "Positive."
Five minutes later, Light lost.
"Ass ass ass ass ass ass-"
"L, WE GET IT, YOU LIKE MISA'S ASS. JUST SHUT UP."
A/N: That's it for today.