We move to the adjacent room. It's completely empty except for a big bed and some moviemaking paraphernalia lined along a wall. There's a fat guy finishing a hamburger behind the camera on a wheeled tripod. The sheets on the bed are rumpled. 'Let's start with a stripping scene. Please, go ahead!' I walk around the bed slowly, enveloped by the silence of the stage. Oh boy, acting feels so good! 'Undress slowly,' Jack orders calmly. Who the hell is he to give me orders? I'm acting, improvising! Damn, the bastard is distracting me. I move my hands and my clothes slide down to the floor leaving me with nothing but my underwear on. The bed is a bit smelly...