Do the Bratz actually read?

Today is testing day. No student can graduate high school unless they pass this test, and I'm trapped for four hours with my homeroom. I'm debating whether to use the time to write the new short film I thought up over the weekend or work on my pilot revisions.

Also, it's 71 degrees today in Los Angeles. I'm wearing short sleeves and sandals.

An extremely popular kids TV show is shooting a scene for its impending live-action film in our school library for three days. The librarian is my best friend, so I'm going to beg and plead my way into observing the process. I'm hoping that telling them I'm about to direct my first short film without any actual experience on a set will convince them to let me sit in and observe. Plus, I eat my lunch in there every day and my class was supposed to be in there one of the days to work on their research papers, so they owe me. I was supposed to use the library for actual education that day, but hell, the kids need their movie.

The movie will make a bazillion dollars and the whole world will see our library in action. Fortunately I do not know any preppy preteens, so I won't be watching the movie unless it comes on HBO, and then only to see the same library that I see every day.

Still, I really hope they let me sit in on the shoot. I promise to be extra-quiet. Because a live-action version of a kids TV show I will never watch is still a hundred percent more film shoots than I've been on so far in my life.