Kyle looked up with a smile, getting up from his seat as Keanu walked towards him.
Keanu waved his hand, gesturing Kyle to sit but he refused. Sam quickly ran off to find another chair, offering his chair to Keanu instead. Both ignored the chair as Keanu stood, watching as the crew placed the final touches on set.
"Nervous?" he asked quietly.
Kyle shrugged, "Nah. It's not my cue. But even then, I'm more excited than anything else."
Keanu nodded, thinking back on his first day on set. Hardly the same sort of reaction. He could tell how jittery the young man was, as if he couldn't wait to get out there.
"You're not like any young actor I've met," Keanu said wryly.
Kyle turned to him, giving him a Million Dollar Watt Smile, "That's because I'm not. A young actor, I mean. Well, I'm young but not an actor."
Kyle wanted to hit himself. What-the-fuck is wrong with him? He's sprouting nonsense right now and he could see how Sam was laughing in one corner at his expense.
