Take One by Karen Kingsbury

rubbed the back of his neck, his breathing fast and jagged. “This is ridiculous.” He hissed. He kept
     his voice low, but his words sounded like they were forced through clenched teeth. “It’s seven in the morning. Where are we
     supposed to find salmon at this hour?”
    “Let me think.” Keith could still feel the rest of the cast and crew watching them from across the street. He knew what they
     were thinking. He and Chase were the producers, and whatever problem came up, the solution had to be theirs. Even the task
     of finding wild Alaskan sockeye salmon at seven in the morning. Suddenly an idea hit him. “Wait … I just remembered something.”
    “It better be good. If our star walks on the first day because of a fish, we might as well just pack our bags and go back
     to the jungle.” Chase twisted his face in absolute confusion. “I mean, salmon? For breakfast?”
    “Okay, listen.” Keith kept his voice down. “Yesterday I was talking with a few of the locals and a guy comes up. Tells me
     he runs the best restaurant in town and that he’s always wanted to be in a movie. He said he’d treat the cast to steak and
     lobster if I’d get him or his restaurant in a few scenes. I didn’t think about him until now.”
    “If he has lobster, he’s bound to have salmon.” A disbelieving smile worked its way up Chase’s face. “This might work …”
    “Right.” Keith glanced at the table. The crew was looking restless, ready to get back to the set and start working. He pulled
     his wallet from his back jeans pocket and sorted through a small group of business cards until he found the one with the lobster
     on it. “Here it is. Indiana’s finest lobster,” he read from the card.
    “You got his card?” The shock on Chase’s face grew. “No one would believe any of this.”
    Keith slipped his wallet back in his pocket, picked up Chase’s clipboard from the nearest chair, and took a quick look at
     the scene list. Rita was in just about every scene scheduled to be filmed at the house, but there had to be something Chase
     could get started with. The clock was ticking. If the solution was at hand, good, but they needed to get everyone else busy.
     “Jake Olson’s ready, right?”
    “He is. I saw him way before Rita showed up.”
    Jake was the main lead, a good-looking twenty-four-year-old, recently discovered by the tabloids. The camera loved him, and
     girls across America were just finding out about him. After this movie, he was slated to star opposite Will Smith. The investors
     figured they were lucky to be getting Jake Olson now while they could still afford him. Keith ran his finger over the list
     of scenes. “There it is.” He held up the sheet so Chase could see it. “Switch the order, and start with Jake taking the letter
     outside to the front porch and reading it. Also the scene where he’s in his room looking at the letter a second time, going
     through photos of his father.” Keith studied the business card in his hand. “I’ll call the lobster guy and see what he can
     do.”
    “Okay.” Doubt darkened Chase’s eyes. He took the clipboard and lifted his own megaphone toward the milling cast and crew.
     “Jake Olson, I need you.” He scribbled something on the call sheet. “Everyone else, break’s up. We’re shooting scenes four
     and six. Get to your places, and thanks for your patience.”
    Keith had his cell phone out as he crossed the street to base camp. He placed the call as soon as he stepped into their trailer—a
     no-frills single-wide with a simple table and two bench seats on either side of it. He sat down and waited while the phone
     rang.
    “Bloomington’s finest steaks and lobster, JR McDowell, how can I help you?”
    The reason for his phone call would’ve been laughable at any other time but now. “This is Keith from the movie set down the
     street. We talked yesterday.”
    “Oh, yes.” JR chuckled. “You ready to take me up on that swap. Gonna