Behind The Scenes Dazed And Confused Novels & Stories

-0- Diane was walking who is ready to run the day, hiding her face under her glasses, with her phone on her ear and a file in her hand looking busy, heading for a café, suddenly her footsteps must be stopped, she bumps into someone, her papers file scattered on the floor, ‘what day is it, is it not the day after all’ rolled her eyes her mind said, she wants to yell at the person, but that person helps her gather the falling file, her eyes light up for just a second as he give her the papers and look her in

While the maids were preparing lunch for everyone, I turned my attention back to the screens and started looking for the footage from this afternoon. I glance at one of the screens and see that it skips a section as every single film from every single camera starts to rewind. I start the video and watch Della move down a hallway. She gets into the conference room in my house. She looks great in that dress, by the way. If I had been there with her, I would have forced her to scream while locking the door behind us. I'm supposed to be concentrating right now, fuck. I briefly blink before putting those ideas to rest. She closes the door as I watch her exit the room as someone approaches from be

Andrea leaned against the rack beside Henry and watched them and felt warm about all of it. Then the warmth shifted. When she felt a faint unsteadiness behind her eyes. She ignored it. But then her stomach turned over once and suddenly the backstage smell hit her differently, the heat of the lights, the setting spray and fabric, all of it pressing in a little too close. She put one hand on the rack beside her to calm herself without making it obvious. Mindy was still talking about the studio space when Andrea felt the dizziness properly. Not spinning exactly, more like the floor had moved an inch and hadn't told her.

DAMIEN'S POV The air backstage was thick with a palpable tension that mirrored the frantic beating of my heart. Through a small gap in the velvet curtain, I could see it: a vast, hungry ocean of faces. Mostly members of the press, each one a shark in a tailored suit, eager for a fresh, bloody scoop. Their cameras flashed, their murmurs formed a restless hum, a predatory purr that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. I had spent the last two hours on my phone, making calls to every contact, every favor owed, every thread of influence I possessed, to arrange this last minute press conference. It was a desperate move, a Hail Mary pass in a game I felt I was losing, badly.

“Do you think I don’t know what you do behind my back? I’m done protecting you.” With that, Darius turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the hall like the toll of a funeral bell. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the silence he left in his wake. Cassandra sank into a nearby chair, her hand pressed to her forehead as she tried to steady her breathing. Her usually composed demeanor was shattered, her face pale and drawn as she stared at the floor. Kael knelt before her, his expression one of desperation as he reached out to touch her knees.

Zephir scoffed. “What would I have in mind?” James chuckled too. “You should know that best.” Daisie bumped James with her elbow. “Have you read the script? Don’t affect my filming later.” James turned his face away and did not speak. Daisie looked at Zephir. “I’ll prepare for the next scene with James.” Zephir nodded. While James was leaving with Daisie, he turned his head to glance at Zephir. He caught his gloomy expression and felt an intense chill shooting up his spine.

Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview. As the man arrived through the hallway, many people surrounded him at once, informing him of today's projects and other supposedly important things. Curiosity piqued in Desiree, and she tried to catch his glimpse, but the crowd around him didn't let her. Soon, he was out of her sight, and everybody released the breath they were holding in unison. Is it too late to run now? For the next few minutes, Desiree kept sitting there like a statue, too anxious to even breathe. After about fifteen minutes, her name was called for the interview, and her heart started racing in her chest.

ARIA’S POV As the day of the much-anticipated fashion show dawns, I find myself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. Stepping into the bustling backstage area, I am immediately enveloped in a frenzy of activity and excitement. Surrounded by a flurry of last-minute arrangements, my senses are overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling backstage scene. Seamstresses scurry about, putting the finishing touches on exquisite garments, while makeup artists and hairstylists work tirelessly to perfect each model's look. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the faint hum of chatter and music.

Helen snapped before storming out. Laura stood frozen, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Be – Behind me?” The confusion was too much. Jerry’s fists clenched in response, and the tension in the room was intense.