"I don't think you'll be able to find a story about this one", Lowell Stephensson said. He added, with a mean sneer on his face, "I guess you're running out of ideas. Nobody understands this picture you made anyway. They all try to look at it upside down. Wise up, my boy. You're history. You're nada. Finished, down the drain. All I got to do is flush you down". Lowell was certainly a nasty character, so I could not blame him, but he was pushing it too far this time. I knew that it was not the best picture I ever made. I knew that I was well over the deadline, and that I was running out of ideas. So what ? I wasn't like I was trying to save the world. I didn't even get paid for that. There was nothing people could really complain about. Also, creation was supposed to be fun. Nobody told me that I would have to stand verbal abuse from the likes of Lowell Stephensson. "Don't you remember who you are ?", I told him. "Yeah, he said, I'm Lowell Stephensson and you owe me a job, you lazy hack". "Are you out of your mind?, I don't owe you anything", I retorted, not liking the turn of this conversation. Though, I didn't want to exert my considerable power, not yet. He said, in a slow, raging tone, "Two years ago, you told me that I would have a part, and it was supposed to be a BIG one, that would make me, and you, famous. That was the deal. And it appears that you never wrote ONE single line about me. I read all of your bloody work, and it's all about women and children and animals and oh yes sometimes one of them dies and we all cry, sob sob sob it's oh sooo sad. So I'm telling you, I'm a nasty character, OK. There's plenty of work for me at Hollywood. They're waiting for me. Big bucks. So I'm out of here, you hear me ? OUT !". I had my right forefinger on the Delete key. "I guess you are", I said. "Uh oh", he said. I pressed the key, and he was gone. Lowell Stephensson, though, was still in the