Chapters
“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Sean noted the moment I walked onto the set. His voice carried that mix of suspicion and amusement that only a director could manage before a long shoot. I grinned mischievously and shrugged. “Just had a great sleep last night. Nothing else.” Beside me, Kevin Bacon let out a dramatic scoff. “Oh, really? Because from what I could hear, you didn’t sleep at all. And because of you, none of us could either.” I blinked, caught off guard, and turned…- 278.0 K • Ongoing
February 2007, London, UK“What are you doing, Peter!?” Stephen Daldry barked. “We need those lights over there, on the other side of the prison.”Peter, the lighting guy, rushed to follow the order.“Janey! Is the set decoration complete?” Stephen continued in the same sharp tone.“Almost—give me five,” came the swift reply.“Better make it two,” he shot back before turning to the next person.Sometimes, Stephen couldn’t help but feel like he was surrounded by fools. How difficult was it…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
- “Why are you so tense?” Jeannine asked. I was pushing my dinner around my plate instead of eating it. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Still thinking about what happened on the set today?” “How can I not?” I replied. “More than that, I’m thinking about what will happen tomorrow.” The shoot with Jeannine had taken much longer than we anticipated. The original schedule was to film her scene and Laurie’s on the same day, saving the more technical scene with…
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- “You look a little worried,” I said to Adrienne while we waited for the crew to finish setting up the next scene. “You weren’t even this tense when we shot the sex scene.” I’d already wrapped my part of the sequence after my dramatic death, but Adrienne still had hours to go. She was naked and drenched in sticky red paint that clung to her skin like dried syrup. I figured a joke might lighten the mood. It was apparently the wrong choice. Adrienne shot me a glare. “Of course I’m…
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- ~Hasa Diga Eebowai!~ The whole group of actors was singing around me, their voices rising as they danced across the stage. One of the women handed me a prop baby to cradle, and I held it awkwardly as the cast circled us. ~When the world is getting you downThere's nobody else to blame!Way oh!Raise your middle finger to the skyAnd curse His rotten name!~ “Wait, what?” I blurted out as the meaning finally clicked. Everyone else kept singing and dancing with full enthusiasm, but I stepped out of…
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- I didn’t know what I expected when Mum handed me over her laptop, but when I started going through the summaries of the scripts that I had been offered, I realized one important thing about my career till now–I was beyond lucky.It was only luck that I was adopted by a Hollywood writer/director. Similarly, it was just my luck that my father had a friend who was producing , or that I would end up taking dance lessons from the choreographer assigned for . I wouldn’t put in the same category because I…
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- I looked around the set, taking in the controlled chaos unfolding in every direction. Crew members hurried past with purpose, some carrying lighting rigs while others adjusted cameras mounted on towering cranes. It was hectic, but it made sense. Today was about making sure we got the tone of the show right. It had to feel as grand and imposing as I’d envisioned. “So you’re ready for this scene?” I looked up to see James Cameron standing beside me, a familiar grin on his face. “Don’t I…
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- “What the fuck…” I whispered, stunned and unsure what else to say. “Frank?” He set the grocery bag on the coffee table with a dull thud and walked over to shake my hand. “I know what you must be thinking, but I promise you, the last time we met, I had no idea you were related to Gloria.” Seeing him in a casual polo and jeans threw me off for a moment. The last time, he had been all business in a well-tailored suit. Now he looked like someone who spent his majority time at kids’ soccer…
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- ~Just take those old records off the shelfI'll sit and listen to 'em by myselfToday's music ain't got the same soulI like that old-time rock 'n' roll~ The music blared in the background as I bungled another take. Or more like the floor did. I’d either overdo the slide and land on the extreme right of the frame, or underdo it and land on the left. For some fucking reason, I just couldn’t land in the middle the way I wanted. “Fuck!” I cursed out loud. Paul turned to the assistant director.…
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- “What is your favorite ride?” I didn’t have to think too much about the question. “I like speed, reliability, great engineering, and style.” Then I patted the hood of the Porsche 911 we were standing in front of. “This beauty gives me all of that in one.” The man interviewing me, Rafe, nodded in agreement. “Can’t deny that. So, is this truly your first car?” “I never said that.” I immediately shook my head. “As much as I would’ve loved to get this as my first car, I…
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