“Why can’t you ever get my words right?”
Jonathon’s director, Mark, was yelled again. Jonathon had wanted to write his own dialogues — he always does, and directors often appreciate it. Mark, however, didn’t.
Mark was a good director but a terrible writer. Although he’d written an impeccable screenplay, he’d fluffed the dialogues. As Jonathon read his script, he felt repeating himself senseless. Mark was adamant.
By show day, Jonathon had decided he’d never work with Mark again. When curtains rose, he just did his job. He cut the fluff out, and performed what became the best play of Mark’s career.