Behind The Scenes Dazed And Confused Novels & Stories

Dorothy clapped her hands excitedly. A cry came from upstairs. “Maxwell is awake. I’ll go get him,” Dorothy rushed upstairs, and Stefan’s gaze followed her until she was out of sight. He walked toward the kitchen to take one of the cookies Beatrice had made. “I thought you didn’t like cookies anymore?” Beatrice smirked. “I never said that,” Stefan replied dryly, taking a bite as fast as he could before Dorothy appeared and began teasing him. The day passed quickly, and it was already evening—almost time for the Buzzmeet event. Beatrice assisted Dorothy in her gown. Dorothy was dressed in a fitted silver long dress with a split exposing a little of her thigh. Glass heels supported the dress,

The light dimmed, the orchestra swelled somewhere beyond, and notes blooming through the air like a spring song. I heard them enter the backstage area. They were loud, clumsy, and laughing. “Where’d you go, mutt?” one of them cooed, sweet as poison. I slipped deeper into the maze of wires and props, crouching low behind a stack of dusty set pieces—broken candelabras, fake columns, a velvet chaise that reeked of sweat and dust. I took a second to check myself. Red ink streaked my arm like a wound. My dress was shredded at the knees, pearl threading unraveling like veins.

Davina's POV: The air backstage at the Devil's Club was thick with the usual chaotic blend of hairspray, perfume, and nervous energy. The other dancers, their bodies already adorned in various stages of glittering undress, moved with a practiced ease, adjusting straps and applying last-minute touches of makeup. I moved amongst them like a ghost, my new costume – a skimpy, sequined number in a garish shade of purple that was lying on a velvet stool. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: haunted eyes, pale skin, a stark contrast to the carefully applied glamour around me.

I stand, determined to shake off the sluggishness clinging to me— Except, the moment I get on my feet, the world tilts. A sharp wave of dizziness washes over me, my vision blurring at the edges. It feels as if the floor beneath me has disappeared, and before I can steady myself, my knees buckle. The last thing I hear is Dare’s panicked voice calling my name. Then—darkness. DARE POV Sky.” I call her name again, shaking her gently, but there’s no response. My heart lurches into my throat, my stomach twisting with panic. Her body is limp in my arms, her skin pale, her breathing shallow.

“We’re behind schedule.” Behind schedule was the anthem of the night. It carried me forward before my mind could catch up. I let myself be pulled. We moved fast through the narrow corridors backstage, past racks of garments sealed in plastic, makeup artists crouched on stools, models pacing with eyes closed and lips moving silently as if rehearsing bravery. Orders were barked in three languages. Music throbbed faintly through the walls, a distant heartbeat. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded as we turned a corner.

he ran his fingers through his hair. Lisa nodded and wiped her tears away, “the doctor said you should lose control this much, come on, let’s get ready and go to your suite, don’t think too much, we will survive this okay? I know we will, I have before,” she smiled painfully and it hurt George to see her like that but he knew not what to do, his heart was still finding it hard to grasp onto everything.

"Oh, by the way, where's your husband? Didn't he come? This is an important event for his wife." "He has a lot of work, and I don't like involving him in events like this." Svarga nodded, linking his arm with Arsila as they walked to the red carpet stage to join Catherine. The eyes of the two women met, and Catherine welcomed Arsila as if she didn't know her at all. In contrast, Arsila gave a fake smile. The large backdrop featuring Gistara's cosmetics and skincare brand was the background for photos of the two women. "This is interesting," Arsila whispered as the cameras continued snapping. "We meet again after everything that happened in the past."

one article had screamed. And today, we were back on set, filming the first emotionally charged scene between our characters since our relationship went public. The crew pretended to act normal, but I caught the way people paused mid-coffee sip when Julian and I passed by. Whispers behind makeup brushes, smirks from lighting techs. Every step I took felt heavier. “Scene thirty-four, take one. Marker.” The clap of the slate snapped me out of my head. Focus, Ethan.

The dim lights made my search tougher. Unconsciously, I drifted away from Adams, willing my eyes to find Pierce. “Be careful.” Adams hand wrapped around my waist protectively. “There are wires in front of you. If you trip even one, it could interfere with the interview.” I muttered my thanks. If I was Pierce Blackwood and backstage where would I stand. I scanned the places I suspected till my eyes landed on a dark figure perfectly camouflaged and alone in the darkest part off-set. I could not make out the feature but I was sure it was him.

“Yeah, as long as I don’t trip over my own feet.” The trio set off with the other cast members. Cameras followed their every move, capturing the dramatic landscape and their interactions. Daisy kept an eye on her team, but the rough terrain triggered flashes of her past life—a life where she had clawed her way up from rock bottom, only to lose everything in a fiery betrayal. She stumbled slightly, gripping a tree trunk for support as her breath quickened. “Daisy?” Veronica’s voice pulled her back to reality. Daisy shook her head, offering a weak smile. “I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy.”