Life is Easier If You’re Handsome

A Studio in the United States.

"No, no, no! I don’t like any of them! Not a single one of these guys is cutting it!"

"We’ve already locked in the casting and schedules for the female lead, though."

Disney’s next big project after Beauty and the Beast—
a live-action Tarzan—
had been in development since early last year.

Set construction was already underway.

But, as with all things in Hollywood,
a sudden shake-up had thrown everything off course.

The project had been handed to a new producer.

And in the U.S.,
a producer’s power is absolute.

A single decision could derail everything.

And that was exactly what had happened with Tarzan.

While the initial planning phase had gone smoothly,
the new producer had slammed the brakes on casting.

"Why are we even considering an actual British actor? We just need someone with British ancestry. Evelyn Quinn Ember is right there—why are we looking elsewhere?"

"We still need to hold auditions, sir."

"Exactly! That’s my point! We’re doing auditions all over again."

The man behind this chaos?

Berilard Ice.

A perfectionist.
A tyrant.
A control freak.

He was rude, arrogant, and insufferable.

A guy who,
if a cashier asked, “Would you like a bag?”
would snap back, “Oh, so I’m supposed to just carry all this in my hands?”