Page 6 of Campus Daddies
Nos murmur around the room, so I nod and mark it down. Easy.
“Let’s move on to item two. We need to start thinking about the concept/theme for this semester’s Club Short Film. Remember that we want to limit this to twenty minutes of play time with a complete story—or a complete arc.”
Cindy, a slight young woman with almond-shaped eyes, leans in. She’s a sophomore from last year’s members, too. “Michelle was talking about a short script she’s been working on. Maybe we can workshop it to see if it’s a good fit?”
Michelle winks at Cindy for the assist.
“We can definitely consider that. Any other suggestions?”
A lot of shaking heads.
“Can we hear more about it before we decide?” a new girl asks.
“Yes. Absolutely. Michelle, can you bring us your pitch and some pages for the next meeting so we can review it?”
“Heck yeah. And just so you know, it’s an ultra-modern Shakespeare retelling ofKing Lear.” Michelle’s delicate hands spread across the conference table’s top. The move is adorable.
“Consider our interest piqued. Okay, let’s table this until next week. Think over what you all might want to bring in for this project.”
A newcomer leans against the entryway, golden curls, a soft pattern of freckles, high cheekbones and a defined jaw. Clear blue eyes shift to take me in when I notice him. How long has he been hovering there?
“Do you want to come in and join us?” I ask.
Some of the girls perk up at the sight of him, smiling and blushing. I resist rolling my eyes but only just.
“No. I’m good where I am.” He sticks his hands in his pockets, accentuating his lean waist and broad shoulders. The man doesn’t quite smile, but his eyes glitter.
This irks me, but I pull in a slow, soft breath and release it.
“Last item on our list for today is the trip to New York City. We’ve got a few conventions coming, some new independent films expected to have screenings. What are you guys thinking?” My pen twirls as I wait.
I could easily bowl everyone over and just make the decision, but I want them all to be as happy as I am about what we do.
“Isn’t there a screening of Lancaster’s new B-rated horror supposed to come out this year?” Donna, a sweet redhead who came in with Cindy, offers.
Lancaster graduated last year, but he was an awesome VP for the club before he left.
“No, they postponed it until next semester. We can totally plan to go see it then, though.”
I wait to see if anyone else has a suggestion.
“Okay, I’ll bring you all a list of options next time. Feel free to share any of your own with me before or during the next meeting.”
The golden guy stares at me, arms crossed and filling out his shirt a bit more than before.
Ignoring him, I look around. “Any other business?”
“Can we have those cookies next week?” Ryan asks from behind his shaggy bangs.
I grin. It’s the recipe Noah insisted on trying, which meant a lot of testers to go around. “Yes. We can have the cookies next week.”
He smiles a little, and I look around one more time. “Okay. Share time.”
We go around the room and share our summer highlights and the projects we’re working on. Michelle grabs my hand. “You ready for this?”
I laugh, nodding. “Lay it on me.”
“ThinkBlade RunnermeetsElysium. Gritty futuristic with only a few bells and whistles needed for post production.” Michelle’s eyes are bright as she flashes a grin at everyone. “Realistic AI, lots of treachery, backstabbing, and death. And I mean—spoiler—everyone important dies at the end.”
