Novel & Cerita Behind The Scenes Dazed And Confused

Director Charles uttered in one go and ended his statement with a question. "Yes," the filming crew said in unison. "Now, go get dressed. There are rooms booked for the actors and actresses at the other edge of the market" Director Charles said to the filming crew before they all dispersed to go get changed.

Dana was muddling through her nightmare. She watched the Ben sitting and chatting in a conference room filled with people… the strange thing was the dress code was bizarre- some in suits, professional to the toe, some in military uniforms, some in smart casual and floral dresses, one was even dressed in a bridal gown. They were all laughing and talking one minute… the next minute the building exploded…. Debris floated everywhere … the glass walls shattered, piercing everything around it... Dana was flung to the side but unhurt. She touched her herself and found to be unscathed and in one piece.

But everyone knew. Dorian entered during dessert. He didn’t look at anyone else. Just her. And he wasn’t smiling. He walked up behind her, his hand tangling in her hair as he leaned close and said into her ear, “You’re soaking.” She nodded, trembling. “She made me wait,” Jace said coolly. “So I made her wait in return.” “You think you get to tease what’s mine in front of them?” Dorian’s voice had dropped to a warning growl.

The sound of applause burst around us, bringing us crashing back to reality. “What an amazing dance from the president of Turner Empire!” the MC shouted. “Let’s give another round of applause for this wonderful pair!” The audience clapped and cheered, and I slowly pulled back, still holding Daisy’s hand. We both smiled politely and bowed our heads slightly, acknowledging the crowd. But something didn’t feel right. I blinked a few times. My vision was starting to blur, and I suddenly felt extremely tired...no, more like dizzy. I tried to keep my balance.

"Call the police. Tell them people are engaging in indecent conduct in public and disturbing public order. Also, send security upstairs. Ask our two stars to come down.” Ten minutes later, Amanda and Connor were escorted into the lobby by security guards. Both of them looked disheveled and flustered. They clearly had no idea what had happened. Amanda hurriedly buttoned her blouse while glaring at me furiously. "Tobias! What stunt are you pulling this time? Did you send those security guards? Have you completely forgotten basic decency?" Connor hid behind her. The flush of passion still lingered on his face. As he looked around at the sea of people and camera flashes surrounding them, he fina

* Daniel * Opening night went off without a hitch, and got a terrific response from the audience. Backstage, Joseph had a minor panic attack an hour before curtain and dragged me into a rehearsal room for a half hour to review his scenes, but once he stepped on stage he performed flawlessly. Mark rolled his eyes at losing his assistant so close to performance, but Scott took me aside at intermission and thanked me for my time and effort.

So I moved. I slipped out of my seat and headed for the side exit before the crowd could fully regroup. Security noticed me but didn’t stop me. They knew my face. They knew who I was. They also knew better. The doors closed behind me, and the noise dropped to a dull hum. Backstage smelled different. Fabric. Heat. Coffee that had gone cold hours ago. It wasn’t calm, but it was quieter. All I could see was controlled chaos everywhere. Crew members rushed past with headsets pressed to their ears. Assistants whispered into phones, their eyes darting everywhere. Models stood near garment racks, pretending not to stare while clearly doing so.

He reacted at once and released me. I barely had time to draw a breath when the crowd suddenly shifted. People all around me began jumping in time with the music. Someone ahead of me stumbled and collided with me, forcing me backward. I tensed without thinking. Then, a strange sensation surged up inside me, hot and unrelenting. My eyes widened. Oh no. It had already gone in.

"This isn't a movie. It's an audition for who gets to leave this city alive." Below the bridge, a massive explosion rocked the workshop hangar. Dax had made his move. Elena’s head snapped toward the fire, her eyes widening. In that split second of distraction, I saw my opening. I didn't brake; I hit the override. The Norton lunged forward, slamming into the side of her bike with enough force to shear the turbine housing. We were both sliding toward the edge, the red earth of the backlot five stories below

I dialed Maeve and pressed it to my ear. She picked on the second ring. “Where are you?” She asked immediately. I turned around in a slow circle, but I saw nothing. At least nothing significant I could name. “I…don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “Oh my god, what is that?” somebody behind me gasped. I ignored them. “You don’t know?” Maeve repeated, and I could tell she had her neck stretched. “Can you see anything? The stage, the—” “No way, dude…”