Anywhere else for anything else, what I was doing was definitely a classic case-closed verdict for 'Main-Character Syndrome'.
Random guy shows up out of the blue mid-production, has an entire character written in haste just for him and forcibly shoved into the story for seemingly no other clear reason than pure nepotism.
Now the guy thinks he can just waltz up here and make one of the most pivotal scenes in the film all about him? Just who the hell does he think he is?
And I'm right there with them. Who the hell do I think I am? Has my head really swelled so big to the point I could think I could just simply take over an entire movie—and worse, actually act on that impulse?
I waited for a moment. Surely someone's gonna stop me dead in my tracks, right? Yank me off the set with a hook, take me out somewhere in the back, gun to my head, bullet to my brain—well, come on already. Don't actually let me keep going.