From @jieonpark | Send me 🕗 and a year and I will give you a glimpse at what my character’s life was like at that point in time. ( accepting )
Last Romeo. Scene 6. Take thirteen.
How many more times would I be forced to reenact this same scene? Two, three, fifteen times maybe? I wasn’t particularly sure anymore but I was growing restless thinking about it. I’d been doing well with shooting the entire music video, coming in when I was needed and accomplishing what they’d asked of me. It was this particular scene that kept me on edge and my cool façade was failing. Maybe it was bad to say but if I knew I was going to have to hold hands and dance around happily with my crush, I probably would have avoided it beforehand.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to hold his hand or dance with him but I knew that my heart wouldn’t let me do that calmly. I kept fidgeting when he’d get close and my legs became like spaghetti noodles when he gazed down at me with that same gummy smile I’d grown to like two years prior. I felt like a freshman crushing on one of the senior boys who was way out of my league.
I probably looked like one too.
The exclamation of my name startled me and I shook my head, my eyes already two times their size as I whipped my head around. The director was glaring at me with a rolled up stack of papers in his hand, the other resting against his hip before it relocated to his forehead where he gave it a few rubs. I had unintentionally thinned the patience of the director and this scared me.
“Yes?” I responded. “I’m sorry.”
He let out a heavy sigh and threw the stapled papers (what I assumed to be a script) onto the desk beside the monitor and threw his hands up in the air. Everyone halted and turned their attention to him. “Everyone… take a break. We’ll shoot this scene again in five minutes. Understood?”
We all did as we were told and quickly dispersed, clearing the set to take our ‘break.’ I awkwardly let go of his hands and rubbed them against the dress I was wearing before inhaling deeply. Not letting anything out until I was nudged by the very person I now wanted to avoid. For the first time ever, I lacked the confidence to meet with his gaze and could only look at him straight for about three seconds at most. Even that made me want to shrivel up and die but like on the set, I had to continue acting.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asked with his head slightly tilted to one side. “We’ve done this scene like thirteen times already…”
I nodded slowly, “Yep, I’m fine. Do I not seem fine to you?”
As usual, he was reading me before I even opened my mouth. Surely he knew I was off but there was no way he could have known the reasoning for it and that was enough for me. I believed that honesty was the best policy in nearly every situation but at times like these, it was much better to lie my way out of what would have otherwise been an uncomfortable conversation. I watched as he opened his mouth to question me further and smiled, hoping my sudden change in mood would distract him from his next question: “What’s wrong?”
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