Behind The Scene Novels & Stories

Raven,” I say. “Listen, regarding the...regarding what happened...” “What happened?” He frowns at me; then understanding dawns in his eyes. “Ah, that? It’s no big deal.” He turns away and continues to peer at the closed doors to the backstage area. Apart from us, there’s only a couple dozen people waiting by the barriers along the path from the back exit to the parked minivan with tinted windows. “No, I...I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” I say close to his ear so that others wouldn’t hear. “It was...I don’t know...loud and hot and I got... I don’t know...I got...”

This night, something is bound to appear. *** The bright sky is light with the appearance of twinkling stars. Hanna, a new student, is shuddering under a tree. She looked around with a worried expression. Hanna is hoping that this terrifying event to end soon. She hates this kind of thing so much. Hurry up. Time, please move faster! Crack! "Oh, my g...!" Hanna shut her mouth with her hands. She smacked her mouth multiple times for cursing loudly, and after she calmed down, Hanna turned around cautiously. She heard a movement from behind the bushes. Something is hiding over there.

' Uthman murmured beside me and I tensed up. 'But I know it's the makeup and your beautiful Ankara that did the magic.' I turned to glare at him. He was looking straight ahead and grinning at the camera. And then the camera went off. Click. ******** Uthman's POV 'Uthman, you guys have a PTA tomorrow, don't you?'

I picked up my comb and went to the comfort room. That guy! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Jessy chin up. You're stunning." I heard Ethan said. We're in the back stage. Jacob was sitting on the other side of the flatform. "Thank you." I saw a very familiar feelings in her eyes. Love. "Ten seconds. You're next Ms. Jessy." The organizer reminded us. Jessy tilted her head. I nodded to her and gave her a thumbs up. Jessy's been in this industry for years but she's always hesitant of doing the runaway. She's scared to fall.

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Anya’s POV The backstage area was a labyrinth of shadow and cold drafts. It was a world of pulleys, thick ropes, and the skeletal remains of old sets, all hidden behind the velvet grandeur that the audience saw from the front. The air here was different, it tasted of dust and nervous sweat.

She wasn't going to be a good girl and stay quiet in the back anymore. Backstage, the air buzzed with controlled urgency. Assistants scrambled, got the microphones ready, and looked over last-minute notes. The countdowns, live feeds and comments were already pouring in on the screens before the interview even began. The world was on its eyes. Waiting. Hungry. Aria sat quietly in the chair with her hands lightly in her lap. Facing down on the water. A storm underneath.

That's What I Like "Irene.. Our turn now" Beth said and my breath got hitch I put my earphone back to my clutch and walked to the real backstage. My hands are trembling right now, my body turned cold. Irene, it's just a bidding and why are you acting like this? Number 16 already went up and damn.. after this it's my turn "Calm your heart down , take a big inhale and exhale" Beth patted my back and I listened to her "This is a bad idea and I won't join this kinda thing again" I hissed

A great show can only be attained with the help of all the people who work backstage, people who are willing to do everything for the actresses, people who are much involved as everyone else on stage. Behind every power comes with great secrets no one knows about. The CEO. The Designer. The Photographer. The Engineer. The Billionaire. Five gentlemen who are tangled in all the mess that they are not even supposed to be in, who are more than willing to help, who are doing everything for the ultimate prize of this dangerous game that they are playing. One that aims for satisfaction. One that loves perfection. One that lives for all the scandalous. One that is all for happiness. One that seeks f

“Focus on the sound. Let it carry you.” Mila closed her eyes. Adrien sat beside her, clipboard in hand, though he didn’t write. “Breathe in… and out. Again. In… and out.” Her fingers twitched slightly. “You’re safe here. No one will hurt you. Nothing can touch you. I’m right here, Mila.” A long pause. “Can you hear me?” “Yes,” she murmured. “I want you to imagine a hallway,” he said. “Long. Empty. At the end of it is a door. Behind it is a memory. Just one. A safe one. Tell me what the door looks like.”