Caliber 

Lost magic of the Hollywood Hills in this late-afternoon hour, as the road grows narrow and quiet and twisty between patches of warm SoCal sunlight””

It”™s the marmalade sneaking into the wonderland””

Double-checking the address on the curb, you find yourself facing The House.

He was voted one of the greatest directors of all time by film media”¦

It”™s no big deal. I”™ve sent characters into worse with certain foes than putting myself here with a stranger-friend”¦ And I”™m a bold girl. I”™m a bold girl”¦ This story needs him”¦

Your index finger extends, reaches toward the buzzer, you run over scripts in your mind””You”™ve brought cinnamon rolls to the meeting””Everything done in goodwill, because you care””

So why are you so scared?

If you”™re so bold, then why are you so scared?

And all the time, that white buzzer, the deserted street, the hitch in the pendulum”¦

There is no time.

But now.

But only if you press the buzzer”¦

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