"...So...I'm staying here?" Mihael frowned in confusion.

It took him a few moments to realize that if Nate had heard his question, he wasn't coming back to answer it.

--

"Are you sure this isn't just running up the price of film at this point?" Lawliet frowned as Light set up for another take.

"I don't know about when you were famous, but now a days its all digital," Light scoffed. "And the director wouldn't be filming over and over if that were the case... why are you even on set? You don't work here anymore!"

"I'm taking up Technical director." Lawliet blinked.

Light turned to stare at him for a moment before he glared at the director. "Did you approve this!?"

"Hey, we're saving money keeping him along." Demegawa shrugged. "You know he's taking a percentage and not salary?"

"Dad!" Light half whined, half snapped.

"Light, what's going on now?" The Asian boy's father came walking across the set.

Everyone knew that Light's father was the producer and had most say over the project...possibly the reason why they hired the Justin Beiber look-alike to play the role of the lead character.

"Why is he still here!?" Light cried, pointing at Lawliet.

"The Technical Director?" His father blinked- tilting his head.

"He doesn't even know how to be one!" Light whined. "And what the hell do we need that for!? Ryuk hasn't been in an episode since he died!"

"The Technical Director also assists Demegawa." The man sighed. "Son, try not to make such a scene...there are reporters here."

Light seemed to calm down at these words, but shot Lawliet a glare and turned back to the actress playing Misa. "Let's just get back to the scene..."

"Okay then, from the top." Lawliet waved his hand and moved to sit down off-set.

Shooting him a glare, Light groaned and continued on with the scene.

--Scene Change--

Nate returned to his trailer only about ten minutes later, a redhead following him like a lost puppy. "Will you go away!?"

"But I wanna hang out!" Matt whined. "I'm bored! My feet hurt! Can we play video games? Do you have any beer?"

"I don't own any video games!" Nate snapped, pulling the door open. "And I don't have any beer! Go away!"

"Is he still in there?" Mail smirked- giving Nate a wink.

With a glare, Nate turned to see if Mihael was still inside.

Mihael was off the bed, but he was looking through the draws and everything else in the trailer.

"Hey!" Nate snapped after a moment of shock, rushing over and pulling him away. "Those are mine!"

"Shit- hey!" Mihael looked around. "You're back."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to go through people's personal things!?" Nate yelled, glaring at him angrily and closing the open drawer.

"I was just having a look around." Mihael shrugged.

"You could at least try to convince him the drawers were all already open or something." Mail laughed.

"Looking around for what, exactly?" Nate sneered.

"Nothing." Mihael replied.

Nate peered at him silently for a few moments, before he scoffed and glared at Mail. "Are you leaving yet?"

"Do I look like I am?" Mail asked in return.

"Well if you're staying, then I'm leaving," Nate snapped, moving to push past the redhead. "I have a party I'm being paid to make an appearance at, anyway!"

"Hey, wait up!" Mihael moved to follow Nate out.

"Hmm...a party?" Mail hummed.

Nate stormed across the trailer lot and over toward where the cars were located, his shoulders tense.

"Hold on!" Mihael ran over. "You can drive?"

He blinked.

"Um... I lost my license for drunk driving, remember?" Nate snorted. "I'm catching a ride."

"With who?" Mihael asked.

"None of your business," Nate informed as he walked up to a parked limo.

"Well, I'll come too." Mihael frowned as he followed Nate.

Nate stopped and turned to look at the blonde. "Um... No, that's okay. Thanks anyway."

The limo door popped open and an average looking guy with dirty blonde hair slipped out. Mihael recognized him as a photographer who did shoots for the show's promotional pictures... Chester something.

"Hey Cheetah." Mail waved at the blonde.

"You ready to go?" Chester smiled and put an arm over Nate's shoulders- making Mihael frown.

"I'm ready," Nate replied with a day-dreamy look... the kind Mihael was sure the boy had given posters of himself many times. "Bye, guys."