Chapters
“You seem oddly happy 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 to look at…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- “Oh,” Jeannine blinked a few times, a teasing glint quickly replacing her surprise. “You should have told me we were skinny dipping. And here I went through the trouble of changing into my bathing suit.” “I’m so sorry, Jean,” I said. “It is just that, during my last film, I used to skinny dip a lot in the ocean. I got used to the freedom of it. And since no one else was coming…” I stopped mid-sentence as she pulled off her bikini top and threw it directly into my face. I hurriedly…
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- It was always thrilling to watch how the different elements of filmmaking came together, each one resonating with the other to create a perfect scene. The set decorators, costume and makeup teams, lighting technicians, sound designers, and cinematographers, all of them played a vital role. When those efforts are combined with a strong story, sharp direction, and solid performances, the result could either make or break a film. The job of a director was truly demanding. Before stepping into the film…
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- Once I was dressed for my photoshoot, I returned to Clarissa, who immediately sat me down and got to work on my hair. Within moments, she had gathered my shoulder-length locks into a tight bun. "You know," she mused as she adjusted a few loose strands, "Jordan’s still hoping you’ll cut this down to a more ‘manageable’ length." "Not happening," I said without hesitation. I liked my hair long. When she was done, I stood and checked myself out in the full-length mirror nearby. I looked…
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- I stepped into the store after deliberating about it for days. The place was quiet, almost too quiet, which made sense considering how niche the product I was after was. “Whoa,” Peter murmured beside me, spinning around slowly as his eyes widened in awe. “I think we’ve come to the right place to find you a camera.” “I think so too,” I said, equally taken aback by the rows of cameras lined neatly along the glass shelves. Every wall was filled with vintage bodies and gleaming lenses, some…
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- After a successful meeting with the director of Friday the 13th, I drove to my second appointment of the day. This one carried far more weight because it was with Douglas Day-Stewart and Paul Brickman, the duo rewriting my version of Risky Business. They had just returned from Los Angeles after finalizing the revisions that Columbia Pictures wanted before approving the film. Technically, my contract gave me the right to object to any changes made to the script. Realistically, though, filmmaking was…
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- “Ms. Schaffer will see you now,” Claudia’s assistant said, gesturing toward the office with a no-nonsense look in her eyes. I rose from my seat in the waiting area and walked toward Claudia’s corner office, enclosed by a massive glass wall that gave the place a very professional and chic vibe. I remembered having a similar office during my days working for a big firm in my first life. Times had different now, of course, but the atmosphere was exactly the same. The only real difference now was…
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- “You look tired,” said Michael Thorpe, my lawyer, his brows knitting as he studied me across the table. The conference room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. “Everything alright?” “Yeah,” I replied, brushing off his concern with a wave of my hand. “Didn’t get much sleep last night. Nothing worth worrying about. Just tell me how the contract signing went so I can be on my way.” Michael chuckled under his breath and clapped a reassuring hand on my shoulder.…
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- “Right,” I said with a slow nod. “I’m not very good with money or numbers, so I’ll have to ask my lawyer to go over it with you, or with someone else from Columbia, at a later date.” Frank Price’s smile widened, as if he had just uncovered my excuse for what it was. If I hadn’t offered that line, he would have pushed me to sign the contract immediately, and I was in no mood to create unnecessary friction. “Was that all on your end?” I asked. “Just one more thing,” he…
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- The flight back home turned out to be rather anticlimactic. I had expected something noteworthy to happen, some kind of dramatic farewell or surprise, but nothing did. Julie sat beside me in first class, and we spent most of the time talking when we weren’t dozing off. The rest of the senior crew members, Randal, Nestor, and a few others, were seated in business class. My two friends, along with everyone else who wasn’t considered essential to the production, were tucked away in economy. It was a…
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