My task was to remain silent and vigilant. I had no problem with either aspect. I’d been on set for a couple of weeks, and I knew how things worked fairly well by now. I continually searched the soundstage, looking for anything that could be construed as out of the ordinary. It was habit now, the track my gaze made, and I knew exactly what I was looking at as I made my circuit.
I had no problem pulling my attention away from Brandon Culpepper. Where I did seem to have difficulty, though, was keeping it from straying back to him.
The moment the director called “action,” a transformation the likes of which I had never seen took place. Brandon went from sweet and angelic to psychopathic serial killer in an instant. It was as complete as flipping a switch, so absolute was the change. Gone wa
