peterjackson

Oh, good. Karl's grumpy. It was starting to feel like the old days now, back when every early morning was a challenge to drag sleepy, sometimes hungover actors out of bed and into makeup for another endless day's work as they toiled to bring fictional characters to life with all the movie-magic Pete could muster. "Hey, there's a thought. Oh, sorry Karl, just thinking out loud. There's enough beer in the theatre to float us all to the Grey Havens. Some of the others have already arrived so you might as well head on in." Karl hadn't arrived alone, and Pete turned to greet another friend. "Hey, Sean, good to see you again."