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think she’s cute?”
    A nervous laugh escaped from Jackson. He stole a glance at Kat. She was talking with some of the crew over by the break table. Making instant friends, like always. “I dunno,” Jackson shrugged. “She’s just Kat.”
    Just then, Katrina laughed at a joke. She threw her head back and the room filled with the sound of laughter. Jackson again glanced at the scene by the break table. At that exact moment, Kat’s eyes danced across the room in his direction. But she didn’t look at him. She looked at Ben. Then shyly she looked away.
    Jackson tried to bring Ben’s focus back to the storyboard. But Ben was more intrigued with what Kat was doing. His eyes had this far-off twinkle. “She’s adorable,” Ben said. It seemed more like an escaping thought than an actual article of conversation.  
    Jackson had tried to discourage Kat from coming back today. But it was like trying to keep flies off a turd. Jackson worried about the secret. He didn’t want to keep it up a second time. Kat could only pretend to be his stepsister for so long. Neither of their parents had even been divorced.
    Trying to sustain the lie had been his worry before they arrived at the studio today. But when Ben sought them out immediately and spent a good fifteen minutes talking to Kat—while Jackson tried to discuss the flow with the director—Jackson knew that they had another problem. Ben liked Kat. Who would’ve thought?
      Jackson wished he could have heard that conversation between Kat and Ben, but he didn’t need to listen to know that there was plenty of flirting going on. Every time he looked over at them, Kat would be laughing. Like Ben Wilder was so funny. Right. And he saw Kat reach out and touch Ben a few times. Those friendly, I’m-totally-engrossed-in this-conversation, arm pats. But did Ben know that she would probably never wash her hand again? She would go around, holding that hand up, saying, “This is the hand that touched Ben Wilder.”
    And even more frustrating was the fact that Ben seemed like he could have cared less about the problem Jackson saw with the second half of the video. In fact, when Ben had finally come over to look at the revised storyboard, he had said, “I don’t see the problem.”
    Didn’t see it? Jackson had been up all night worrying about it. He’d seen every hour pass on the clock as he fitfully tried to sleep.
    Jackson re-approached the problem by pointing to the exact two frames on the storyboard. He said a silent prayer that Ben would takes his eyes off Kat long enough to see the problem. “This is where it doesn’t make sense to walk backwards. The lyrics in these verses all have the connotation of moving forward. Learning from the past. So I think we should have a few scenes of you walking forward through time. Just to balance it.”
    Ben’s finger was on his chin. Jackson was happy that Ben appeared to be deep in thought. “I don’t know if I like the imagery of moving in two different directions. But maybe … it might make more sense with a few of the verses. We’ll toy with during edit. We can reverse the image in those scenes if we decide that it works.”
    Not exactly what Jackson wanted to hear. Especially since Ben had said just yesterday that wanted everything authentic—and that some of the scenes had objects that wouldn’t translate well if flipped. Jackson wanted it settled: he wanted it to look perfect on paper. How could they shoot it perfectly if things were still up in the air? He said something like that to Ben.
    “Relax,” Ben said. “The storyboard is an outline. Not a commandment made of stone. A lot of what happens during the filming process is spontaneous: impromptu. Sometimes the best things turn out to be the unscripted ones.”
    Great. Now Jackson was getting directing advice from Ben. Who wasn’t even a director. But he was the creative genius on board this shindig. Jackson didn’t quite understand that logic. It was Jackson’s