"What's that like, being a movie star?" "Being a star, as you put it, is like living an imaginary life. Acting, however, is the hardest work you'll ever find. Look at me," she said, connecting with his eyes. "Closely, closely--yes, like that. Now look angry." He scowled for her. "Very nice," she said. "Now--look vulnerable." He frowned in confusion. "Not easy, is it? Add to that, you have to memorize one hundred and twenty pages of dialogue, be on the set at 6:00 a.m. and won't get done before 10:00 p.m., you'll either sweat or freeze, you'll stand at attention for so many goddamn hours your hips will lock and the man you have to kiss will have breath that would gag a maggot or the promising young actress who's playing your daughter will be a snotty little shit who holds up the whole production and costs everyone time and money." She leaned back and grinned at him. "It's not easy. I swear to God." "Well, no wonder you retired." "Why'd"