Herculean’s First Endorsement
“Quiet on the set!” the director ordered. “Let’s go again!”
“Scene forty, take fifty-two,” the clapper loader announced.
“Action!” the director yelled.
Cue the music, a church choir rendition of the chorus for the advertiser’s famous theme song which also signaled the appearance of the commercial’s leading man.
Sam, his mind weary from all the retakes, stepped in front of the camera, pointed a finger into its lens, and then said, “Remember, kids… crime plays—”
“Cut!” the director yelled exasperatedly.
“Oh, satyr-crap,” Sam sighed, “I’m sorry. I got tongue-tied… again.”
The weary-looking director walked up to Sam and waved off his apology with a wan smile.
“It’s okay, Herc. We can do this as many times as you need to get it right.” Her smile wavered immediately after she said it though, prompting the frizzy-haired woman to add, “But don’t forget this time. It’s ‘crime doesn’t pay’… all right?”