Back in Del Sol Valley, at the Plumbob Studios…

The filming of Tournament of Honor is about to begin; Allan is listening to some final instructions from the camera crew chief.

An argument breaks out between the two cameramen, Allan tries to reconcile them. Director Sherril doesn’t have time for any more discussions. At Plumbob Studios every minute is precious, so….
Director Sherrill: Guys, that’s enough, it’s getting late. Everyone go to your workstations.

They all obey and go to their posts. The actors climb onto stage. Aoi: Good luck, Ally.
Allan: Thank you, you too, Aoi.

Allan: Ready?
Fabian: As ever.
Allan: Okay, let’s do this.
Fabian: Hold on. Are you serious Aoi’s joining us after the shooting?
Allan: Uh, yes. But don’t worry, is gonna be fine.
Fabian: Really? With Aoi sitting there between us?

Allan: You may not understand this now, but I want the best for your career, and I’m not the best for your career, Fab.
Fabian: So you pair me up with Aoi.
Allan: If you want good publicity, you need to make a few concessions, darling.
Director Sherrill: Al, Fabian, what are you waiting for? Time is money, boys! Get into character… Now!

Director Sherrill: Okay. Lights, camera, action!
Allan: So, here you are!
Fabian: Yes, milord, her majesty the queen notified me that you wanted to see me?

Allan: Cut the formalities and answer me. Are the rumors I’ve been hearing true?
Fabian: Excuse me, w-what rumors?

Allan: Don’t play dumb with me, Edward, the rumors of you and the queen cheating on me.
Fabian: But that is a lie, your majesty, you know I would never, ever betray you in that fashion. I have always been your most loyal servant, my king!

Allan: Don’t try to get smart with me, Ed. I know you better than anyone, I can tell when you’re lying.
Fabian: But I’m not lying now!  I swear to you, mi King!

Allan: Neither do my informants. I trust them fully, as I trusted you, my ‘faithful squire’. I opened to you, not only the doors of my palace, but those of my chambers, and this is how you pay me? That’s quite an affront Eddy, and there must be a way to wash it away.
Fabian: Milord, I’ll do whatever you ask me to do, as always!

Allan: You think with a few favors on your part, everything will be settled? No, that won’t work for you this time, my sweet friend.

Allan: …What I’m talking about is you will have to fight a duel with me.
Fabian: A duel? To – to death?

Allan: Is there some other kind of duel for a man of honor?
(*Exciting tension music plays*).
Director Sherrill: And… cut!

Fabian: Whew, I was horrible.
Allan: That’s not true, hon, you did great.
Director Sherril: Ok, guys, you were both excellent. Allan, impeccable as always; Fabian you’re growing so much, darling. The scene stays, now go to your next spot, please.
Allan: See? You did a good job, dear.
Fabian: Thank you. You too.

The clack of the board announces the start of the next scene. Allan and Fabian take breaths to get back into their characters.

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