"STOP! CUT!"
"I SAID STOP!"
A loud voice echoed through the air.
The teen looked towards the direction where the voice came from.
Despite the darkness of the surroundings, he saw 5 people running towards him.
The one leading this group is a person that is a little bit chubby…. In contrast, the people behind him are thin and lanky people.
He saw that one of these people was carrying a clipboard, while the other carried a clapperboard. Another was carrying a sort of a remote control, while another held a walkie talkie….
The teen looked up… towards the drone… then he looked back at the people rushing towards them…
He knew…
His experiences knew… It was shouting… he fucked up.
He had also experienced fucking up before, but this is a different type of fucking up.
He looked down towards the two unconscious men on the ground, he then looked up towards the remaining conscious person, who was still scared out of its wits… He looked up behind him… The girl who he had just saved was still the beautiful person he had just seen in the movie theatre… She was staring at him and giving him an amused but tired smile…
Shit.
He really fucked up.
He thought that he was saving the girl, but…. He just blew up an acting scene…
Yes… he had managed to enter, unknowingly, an acting set….
Fuck.
He looked back at the rushing men and he already decided…. He will stay silent.
He chose to stay silent… Not that he can speak, but he just chose to stay still… Like a rock in the sea facing a great wave…
The teen felt a hand lightly tap his back.
He looked back and saw that the girl behind him was now giving him a soft smile.
"Don't worry, the director is a good person."
She then placed her right finger on her right lips, then looked sideways. Her soft lips formed into a soft frown….
"Though… you just ruined a one-shot take…"
The teen immediately tensed his jaw… He barely knew about films but… he knew that a one-shot take would be expensive due to the number of props needed and… the time of the actors….
The girl looked at the teen in front of him, she noticed that their age might just be similar… However, she also noticed that the teen in front of him barely even reacted to what she just said… Though, she noticed that the teen lightly clenched his jaw….
She was amused.
Hmm, should I play with him more, hehehe~
She thought about it, but gave the teen a break for now… After all, she's tired too.
"Hehe, don't worry about it, NGs are common in filming!"
The teen looked at her and unclenched his jaws… He was a little bit relieved… Now, the next person he should take care of is the person running towards him…
He knew that this person would be the one running all of this… the director… The most important man in a movie set…
The director had already reached the teen, although a quarter size shorter than the teen, the director grabbed both of his shoulders and attempted to push him down… he couldn't…
This teen's body is strong….
The director shook his head and set aside that information…
The teen was now ready for the beating of his life time… He readied himself… closed his eyes…
"How did you do it?!"
The teen was confused….
Hmm?
He opened his eyes again and looked at the director's expression…. It was ecstatic…
The people behind the director are also shocked…
The girl behind the teen was shocked but also amused. She covered her mouth with her hands to cover her amusement.
The teen tilted his head…
"I LOVE IT! I LOVE THIS SCENE!!! LET'S KEEP IT!"
One of the people behind the director nervously poured a cold bucket of water on the director… figuratively of course…
"B-but… d-director! We can't… he… He has no r-role… and h-he is not in the s-script.."
The director, still not removing his hands on the teen's shoulders, looked at the person just behind him…
"Don't worry! Don't worry! You! Mr. Writer! Will just need to add him to fit the scenario right? Right?"
The person, the writer, fixed his glasses…
"B-but.. Director…"
The director can see the indecisiveness of the writer.
He finally removed his hands on the teen's shoulders. He then came closer towards the writer… Although the writer was taller than the director, the director had managed to wrap his arm around the writer…
Like a lion petting a scared doe, it tried to show the scared doe the world it was imagining.
"Imagine this scenario, Mr. Kenneth…"
The director waved his hand in front of Kenneth, the writer.
"An enigma appeared on the streets of the night, saving the young and helpless girl…. However, before being able to flee the scene, the girl grabbed the enigma's hand… She then shouted… 'PLEASE! TEACH ME!'... You see, Kenneth, the thing that is lacking in your story is desperation…"
The writer, intrigued, waited for the director's next words.
"Desperation for survival… The girl wanted to overcome her weakness… Yes, in the original script, we showed that the girl wanted to be strong… Later, she managed to be able to fight well…. However, people would wonder… How did she become strong?"
Kenneth gulped… He knew the defects of his script… He knew it….
The director smiled at Kenneth. He also knew the defects of his script…
"What if there is an opportunity to show that?"
Both the director and the writer looked at the teen. Not just them, but all of the people were now looking at the teen.
The teen's expression is nonchalant.. In one of the 'masks' that he had worn, he had also received numerous attention, much greater than this…
The director continued his rambling.
"Through this scenario, we can show the audience how the girl has managed to have great skill! Furthermore! We can intensify the girl's desperation for survival! We can also add more scenarios to enrich the story further! Now! Mr. Kenneth… My writer! What is your answer?!"
The writer, still clutched under the director's heavy arm, looked up. His eyes wander about the different scenarios the director had shown him…
After a while, his mind returned to his own body…. He then looked at the director… His director…
"Director. Forgive me, but I need to get back to my home."
The director smiled at him.
"Go, little one. Go and prosper!"
The writer immediately rushed out, with his home as his destination.
The director looked back at the teen.
"Hehe, sorry about that, my dear mistake-maker,"
He said, adjusting his nonexistent tie with an exaggerated flourish.
"Now, I don't usually say this… but I think you just gave me creative whiplash."
He took a step forward, dramatically pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing at imaginary sweat.
"That slap? That expressionless face? The way you deflected a full-grown stuntman like a mosquito? My God. Spielberg would weep."
The teen blinked slowly. The girl behind him stifled a giggle.
"Now, now, don't be modest,"
The director said, circling the teen like a shark wearing Gucci knockoffs.
"Some people spend years in acting school trying to look natural in front of a camera. You? You just… broke two ribs and a nose without breaking a sweat."
One of the lanky crew members behind him raised a finger.
"Uh… three ribs. We just got word."
"Even better!"
The director beamed.
"Method acting through divine accident!"
The teen raised an eyebrow. The girl started to whistle innocently, inching away.
"Look, look, I know what you're thinking,"
The director said, now holding the teen's shoulders with both hands like a desperate uncle selling life insurance.
"You didn't mean to do it. It was all just a big misunderstanding. Very tragic. Very mysterious. But listen…"
He leaned in closer, whispering like a gossiping aunt.
"But… we give great pay y'know?"
The teen covered his eyes with his right hand…
The director in front of him and the girl behind him are confused…
Is he… tired of us?...
No. He was not tired of you. The teen was choosing one of his 'masks' for his current scenario…
Hmm, what should I pick… Ah! Alright, a CEO it is…
The teen slowly removed his right hand from his eyes…
Once he removed it, the whole surroundings felt heavy… The director, the girl, all of the people on the set… felt heaviness in their hearts… They might even bow down if this continued…
The director himself… was sweating… yet, instead of being nervous, he was excited… His expression shows ecstasy, like a child wanting candy but is being forbidden by his parents…
This guy! I want him more now! He… His aura changed in a single minute!.... His aura…. Is… is… just… just like our CEO!
The teen looked at the director and paid no mind to his expression… He just looked straight at the director, like an aloof, not arrogant, but confident leader…
The set then heard a deep and charming voice…
"Should I send someone to talk about the contract?"