The credits rolled, the applause died down somewhere around the names of the second unit.
Marty couldn’t smile, but uninvited satisfaction bathed him until he realized the MUA intern’s name was misspelled.
Shit like that pissed him off, and ultimately it was on him for not catching it.
He hated Q&As, but now at least he could apologize to the young woman who spelled Kristin with two I’s.
They’d ask him how he fell in love with horror, and he’d lie again, the summer camp story, because that always sent the new fans flocking back to his directorial debut.
Jessie was pregnant.
Maybe one day he’d tell his kid the real story.
The summer camp story was true, and his late counselor’s daughter always thanked him for telling it on talk shows and podcasts, but that wasn’t the birth of his love of horror.
He’d have to tell his kid the truth.
He could lie to strangers. Not to his kid.
He’d tell his kid how he wasn’t
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