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anthony michael hall

i recently just got casted for this new movie that was coming out, and i guess it took a lot of bonding between me and this one guy, and of course our crazy director had this crazy idea to lock us in the studio, and we had to stay up all night long, learning to know each other and what not.

i pulled into the studios parking lot with two other cars here. probably the boys and the director. it was around six-thirty when i arrived, so the sun was just setting. i pushed open the heavy doors and walked into the main area of the studio and saw a blonde-ish reddish head boy with our maniac director.

"hi mr. nilsson" i greeted nicely with a smile.

"hello (y/n)," he smiled back. "this is anthony michael hall," he said while pointing to the boy. i don't know why he said his full name but whatever. anthony stuck out his hand for me to shake, and i did.

"nice to meet you" he smiled. he's kinda cute.

"i casted you both at seventeen because i know i'd be weird having an on-screen romantic relationship with an older person you know?" mr. nilsson continued. we both nodded our heads. "alrighty so of course you two know why you're here, to get your bonding in for the movie so when you guys do some of the scenes it just seems natural and not as awkward." we nodded our heads again. "there is pizza and other stuff in the break room over there, along with coffee, remember all nighter!" he said and he started to head towards the door.

"bye..." me and anthony both quietly said in unison.

"he's crazy" i smiled and watched the door close behind mr. nilsson.

"yeeep" he shoved his hands in his front jean pockets.

"i still can't believe he's making us do this" i started to walk around the studio as anthony followed. "want to look around this place? this is really the only main area i've seen before.." i turned around and looked at anthony as he smiled.

"hell yeah"

we started to look around the whole studio, but first we stopped and got something to eat in the break room, which we chugged some coffee for caffeine to get us through the night. it was a huge studio really, i've never seen this one like this in my life. we walked into the room with all the cameras in it, because we decided to document our whole night.

"i'm scared to use any of this shit what if we break it..?" anthony said nervously while carefully dodging the bigger cameras.

"ugh cmon tony don't be such a wuss! we will just find a little camcorder or something, we won't use anything fancy" i said while looking around the place to find one, and i eventually did. "ah-ha!" i pulled it out, dusted it off, and turned it on. "september fifth, nineteen-eighty-four, the day our crazy director locked us in the studio for bonding," i began.

"(y/n) we better get out of here before we break something," i started to zoom up on his worried face.

"ugh fine," and i stopped recording and set down the camera from my eye.

"let me record" he grabbed the camera out of my hands as i walked in front of him. "here we are, young, talented, seventeen year old (y/n)" i turned around, smiled and threw up a "peace" sign, then he flipped it around to himself. "here i am, seventeen, great-looking, anthony michael hall" i rolled my eyes and smiled at him. i started to open all the doors i could find, while anthony was in the back talking to the camera. i finally found a room with all different types of records in them, more preferably movie soundtracks.

"hey look at all of these," i said while flipping through all the movie sound tracks, until one caught my eye. "risky business!" i yelled with excitement and got the album out of the shelf.