But then, Renjiro didn't say his line.
"Gentlemen," Kenji shouted, striding toward the men in suits with a confident stride he didn't feel. "We are in the middle of a pivotal scene. If you have a lease dispute, you can take it up with the producer. He’s at the office in Shinjuku." cumpsters ak-47
"Cut!" the director yelled, rubbing his temples. "Renjiro-san, you’re holding it like a bouquet of flowers. It’s an instrument of war! It’s heavy. It’s unbalanced. Feel the history of the steel!" But then, Renjiro didn't say his line
The director coughed. "Well. That was... dramatic. Kenji, good improvisation. Renjiro, are you ready?" If you have a lease dispute, you can
The tension in the room evaporated. The absurdity of the situation returned. This was just a drama set. The AK-47 was just a prop. The "fixer" actor was just a man who had reinvented himself.
Renjiro smiled. It was the smile of a wolf, but a tired one.
Renjiro looked at Kenji, then at the door where the men had vanished. He looked at the plastic gun in Kenji's hand. He saw Kenji’s hands shaking.