Shetty frowned as he flipped the various portfolios.
"Damn. Damn, and more damn," he muttered. He should've never listened to that Desai kid. These US-returned youngsters thought no end of themselves. One measly degree from some bloody university and they thought they knew what film-making was all about. MBA too, to top it. He shook his head and wiped his bald head.
"Next," he barked into the intercomm.
The lanky guy peeped his head through the door and stepped in with a meek "sir?"
"Come in," Shetty grunted.
He looked nervous, this guy. Shetty sized him up quickly. Hmm..not so bad actually.
"So, you are..." he pored over his profile, hooking on his glasses on the nose.
"Ankit," Shetty repeated and leaned back, his hands over his head. He looked at the nervous guy's face for a few seconds, a smirk slowly creeping across his own face. "So, you want to be a star, huh?"
"I want to be in this film, sir."
Shetty rolled his eyes.
"No, really sir..."
"You see, Mr. Ankit," Shetty said, leaning forward keeping his hands on the table. "This will be our most expensive movie till date. Special effects. Music. You name it. And we want actors," he said with a typical gesture. "Actors. Not dreamy-eyed stars. And that is why we're interviewing and auditioning new faces."
Ankit nodded sagely.
"I know sir," Ankit interrupted. "And I understand that. I think...I'm..I'm your guy."
Shetty raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what makes you so confident, young man? We'll have a screen test, and..."
Ankit interjected again. "Sir, I'm telling you..."
"Listen young man. I don't like to be interrupted. I'm the director of this film, and I can show you the door, rightaway. Ok? You're lucky the producer of the film isn't here with me today, else..." Shetty wiped his brow with a frown.
"Anyway..what makes you think you're so qualified for this movie? What's so great about you anyway?"
"Sir, this is a horror movie right?"
"Sir, I think I can give it that authenticity. And you won't even need special effects."
"Yes sir," said Ankit, pulling out his head and placing it on the table.
"You see sir," the head spoke. "I died last year on my way to the same studio, for the same film. And I really want this film. I'm dying to do it, excuse the pun."
Then guiltily, he picked up his head and screwed it back on.
"So, I'll get the role, right sir?"