OOC: Tho' merry ain't in my vocabulary

It was just another day. Mark rolled out of bed, muttered none-too-cheerfully about the lack-of-warm-body beside him, took a shower, and then grabbed his helmet, leaving the hotel and jumping on his bike. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into what, well, what should have been his set. Instead, he was greeted by a pile of what once were costumes, strewn out over the ground, along with sticking plaster, some film ends, some of what once was set, and ironically, right in the middle of where most of the set was, the huge paper-mache Osric, that was mainly a set-prop piece that they hadn't even gotten to use yet, almost un-touched. If the scene wasn't so saddeningly infuriating, it might be oddly ironic.
(Some who succeeded, and some who suffered in vain.)
Sighing, and fighting back some of the emotion in his voice, Mark phones Adam, who comes barrelling down the street in the old truck he'd borrowed from a cousin in Taos for the shoot. Swearing, Adam phoned just about everyone in the crew, who all came, pale-faced, and stunned. A couple of the girls were even sniffling. No matter how hard he tried, Mark couldn't find his voice. It was Roger who pulled himself up straight, and took charge for once. "Alright, guys. We have to get this cleaned up, and move on. Jon, you know what good film looks like. Figure out what's right and what's wrong. Kyle, get an assessment of the costumes. Adam, get pictures of everything, and don't let people clean up just yet. I'll take care of Mark." Good to his word, Roger leads Mark to the side of the mess that was the set, and just looked at him.
(People who worked, and suffered, and struggled for fame.)
Mark looked up for the first time since he saw the chaos. "Roger, I..."

"Dont' even go there, man. You can't fucking shut down now. You have to show them that you're bigger than that. Go get Sara. She does this stuff all the time. I'll get a hold of Joanne." Roger looks at Mark, and a smile crosses his face. "Hell, man. You put up with -me- for months. You can do this." After an awkward moment, Roger hugs Mark tightly.

Breathing, and clinging to his friend for a moment, Mark finally nods and pulls back. "Right. I gotta go get Sara. I'll be back as soon as I can." He shuffled off with an almost defeated look on his face.

Turning back to the crew, who were watching their director go, Roger snapped. "What're you all looking at? Get back to what you were doing. Mark needs us all right now." Everyone scattered, off to do their own thing, but the sullen expression never left anyone's face. This wasn't just a set trashing. This was personal.