#studio3starter

“so what do you think?” terra asked, rather loudly, hoping to direct everyone’s attention to her as she stepped out of the fitting room into the midst of the crowded trailer. the big, poofy number took up most of the room, but terra didn’t seem to mind as she spun on her heels, the skirt flying through the air. “i think it looks like a wedding dress,” she continued, as she turned her head to glance at her opinion. “but it’s only the first dress! and the studio has about a million trailers!” she found herself starting to ramble as she turned her focus to the rack of dresses in front of her, running her hands over them as she searched for another to try on. “have you found anything yet?” she asked, pausing briefly to look over her shoulder. @studio3starters​

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a loud sigh escaped from the brunette’s lips as he exited the stage, the frigid autumn air catching him by surprise as he stepped into the night. it was unusually cold for a november in los angeles, no doubt the fault of global warming. an unlit cigarette already dangling from his mouth, declan wasted no time getting away from the stage. after ten hours of filming, he was craving the nicotine. and by the time he rounded the corner, he’d already lit the cigarette. he exhaled as he took a seat against a building, a grin spreading across his face as he found himself dozing off. he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but his peace was interrupted by approaching footsteps. sighing, he tapped the cigarette against the side of his way as he looked up. “care to join me?” he offered, lazily holding out his pack of cigarettes. while part of declan hoped they would decline his offer, it was in his nature to be polite. @studio3starters​

the only saving grace of the three am call time was the first pick of craft services. marina remained half asleep hand narrowly avoiding a bowl of chip dip with an exhausted grace she’d achieved through years of hard earned work. in her dad’s old banshee sweatshirt she looked almost approachable, a particular feat for her. “sorry...” feigned bashfulness seeped through the words as though she was not apologetic at all. “did you want some?” // @studio3starters​

LIGHTS  FLASHING , HER  NAME  BEING  SCREAMED  BY  VARYING  TIMBERS  ——-   the  paps  treated  every  red  carpet  as  if  it  were  feeding  time  at  the  zoo . saba’s  grin  was  sanguine , beautifully  bright  as  she  carefully  posed . she  did  the  counting  in  her  mind , angles  working  in  her  favor . as  she  lifted  a  hand  to  brush  hair  over  her  perched  shoulder , she  spotted  a  familiar  face . with  a  gasp , she  practically  pranced  over  to  them . the shutters of cameras followed her all the way. “  i’ll  give  it  to  you , babe  ”  saba  said  softly , a  counterfeit  smile  gracing  her  lips  “  you’ve  got  a  pair  on  you . never  thought  you’d  show  up  here . ” as  she  spoke , saba  leaned in  to  give  air  kisses . the  practice  was  perfect  as  she  shifted  from  cheek  to  cheek . 

     “i dunno.. if you up the wager, maybe i’ll do it..” bodie’s lips are pursed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he definitely wasn’t one to turn down a bet. not that he even needed the money, but the proposition had potential to actually be quite amusing. the male hadn’t decided whether he was attending the holiday gala though. crew members were welcome -- well.. essential personnel. bodie didn’t quite consider himself essential. he chuckles, arms crossing over his chest. “how would i even go about finding a little number like that anyways?? i highly doubt any of the costume departments would just let me walk in there and take my pick. would any of them even have a mean girls jingle bell rock outfit?? gotta teach me that dance though, or it’s not even worth it.” @studio3starters​