George watched his lead actor struggle to do a single push-up. And this after two weeks of training.
“Can’t do it. I’m not right for this,” the scrawny twentysomething wheezed, hands resting on his knees. “You gotta find someone else.”
But who? And from where?
The director rubbed his temples. His production was teetering on the edge of disaster.
“What about that trainer, Arnie?” the actor offered. “Guy’s built like a tank and the camera loves him.”
George laughed. Pin the hopes of his bodybuilding documentary on some Austrian nobody who can barely speak the language?
Good luck with that…
The Weekday One Hundred 