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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Phone Call from Producer

Eric's studio office feels even more claustrophobic as the phone rings, the shrill sound slicing through the heavy silence. 

He looks at the screen, seeing "Linda Green – Producer" flashing in stark, unforgiving letters. 

He hesitates for a moment, the weight of the call almost tangible. 

With a resigned sigh, he picks up the receiver, bracing himself for the inevitable.

"Eric Lang," Linda's voice crackles through the line, firm and authoritative, a stark contrast to the disarray of his office. "We need to talk."

Eric rubs his temples, the strain of his creative block simmering just beneath the surface. 

"Linda," he replies, forcing a note of calm into his voice. "What's going on?"

"I've been hearing troubling things," Linda says, her voice steady but edged with concern. 

"Your latest project's been stalled for weeks. The studio's getting anxious. They want results."

Eric shifts uncomfortably in his chair, the room closing in on him as Linda's words hit their mark. 

"I'm working on it," he snaps, though the frustration in his voice betrays him. 

"It's just… it's not coming together like I hoped."

"I understand the pressures you're under," Linda says, her tone softening slightly. 

"But we're at a critical point. If we don't show some progress soon, they'll start looking elsewhere. You know how this industry is."

Eric's grip on the phone tightens. 

"I get it," he mutters. "But I can't just force a good idea out of thin air."

There's a pause on the other end, and Eric can almost picture Linda's disapproving frown. 

"Eric, you're one of the best directors out there. That's why this is so frustrating." 

"You're better than this. I'm proposing a meeting to discuss potential new projects. It might help you refocus and find that spark again."

Eric's jaw tightens. "A meeting? I don't know if that's going to help. I'm buried in this mess and—"

"It's not just about you," Linda interrupts, her voice cutting through his protest. 

"It's about salvaging the situation before it gets worse. We need to strategize and find a solution." 

"You've got the talent, but right now, it's about channeling that energy into something concrete."

Eric exhales sharply, the frustration palpable. 

He looks around his cluttered office, the scattered papers and empty coffee cups reflecting the disarray in his mind. 

"Fine," he says, his tone curt. "When's this meeting supposed to happen?"

"Let's aim for tomorrow afternoon," Linda suggests, her voice steady with resolve. 

"I'll send you the details. In the meantime, try to clear your head. Sometimes a change of perspective can work wonders."

Eric grits his teeth, feeling the pressure mounting. "Alright, tomorrow. I'll be there."

"Good," Linda says. "Remember, this isn't about criticizing your work but finding a way forward. I believe in you, Eric. We just need to get back on track."

As Linda hangs up, Eric places the phone down with a sharp click. 

He sits back in his chair, staring at the cluttered desk. 

The weight of the conversation settles heavily on his shoulders. 

The studio's expectations, Linda's concerns—they're all bearing down on him, amplifying the sense of inadequacy gnawing at him.

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, the lines on his face deepening with the strain. 

He picks up a crumpled script from the desk and reads through it half-heartedly, his mind still echoing with Linda's voice. 

The chaos of his workspace mirrors the chaos in his thoughts. 

The pressure to deliver, to find that elusive idea, is relentless and unforgiving.

The phone call has done little to alleviate his frustration. 

Instead, it's served as a stark reminder of the stakes involved and the looming expectations. 

Eric knows he has to pull himself together for the meeting, to present something—anything—that might satisfy Linda and the studio. 

But for now, all he can do is sit amidst the wreckage of his creative process, feeling the weight of his struggle as he waits for the next day to dawn.


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