Liam Swallow furrowed his brows slightly, raising his hand to rub the area between them vigorously. "I'm feeling a bit unwell. Send me the audition tape of that actress just now, and I'll go rest backstage for a while."
Edward Yeeze glanced at his friend's face and found it unexpectedly pale.
He silently patted Liam's shoulder, "Go ahead. Take care of yourself."
Liam nodded, picked up a bottle of water, and walked backstage.
"Dad."
Abigail Moore stood up from her chair and greeted Liam with a grin as he came in.
Liam looked at his daughter's delicate, makeup-enhanced smile, patted her on the arm, and chatted about life, "How is your script reading going?"
"I've memorized all the lines, just waiting for you to choose the roles and start filming!" She held Liam's arm, beaming and endearing. Liam chuckled and sat down on a nearby couch to rest.
"Dad, are you not feeling well?" Abigail wiped Liam's forehead with a tissue, "Why are you sweating cold sweat?"
