Dazed And Confused Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

We managed to pull ourselves through the tiring nights from technical difficulties to incompatible differences which caused a few riff-off backstage but managed to made amends. I hoped that this was going to be a good night for the entire band and the rest of the entire crew because once the tour will end, we would have a lot of things to handle aside from the movie On The Road Again: Backstage Access. The director and the producer were all very approachable and managed to make sure we knew what they were going to put in the movie.

My mind begins to drown in him as his kiss becomes more aggressive, my hands grasping him and pulling him closer. "Ahm." He jumps back. "Delete it." Turning, he looks at the producer. "Was this a date?" Kellan shakes his head. "We're meant to be told about dates. We're meant to film them." "It wasn't a date, which is why I didn't say. She was...teaching me to cook." I laugh at his words. The producer stands confused before walking out. That footage isn't getting deleted. "Sorry, I thought doing it while Darius was on his date would mean we got peace." He stands and looks nervous now.

And I'd missed her even as dread washed over me. The same dread that followed well into the night when she was in my arms, when we rode together to set. When we shot the cameo scene with the rest of the band. And had to keep redoing it because Trevor couldn't keep a straight face half the time, and Andrew kept snorting like he was too big of a deal to do anything. Besides that, fans had caught wind of what was happening, and we had groupies lining the outside of the set. We had to call in extra security.

It was being there with her, sharing everything. On the other side of the studio, Dolores felt her heart race. Maybe it was the job. Maybe it was the baby. Or maybe it was knowing that, in a little while, she would be in front of him again... under the lights, in front of the cameras, with feelings that no script could control. The makeup artist had difficulty maintaining her focus while she worked. Zacky took up space; it wasn't just his size, it was his masculine presence. Every time he moved, she had to remind herself to breathe and maintain professionalism.

Meanwhile, I'm just walking around like a big idiot, trying desperately not to knock over a $4,000 camera with my shoulder, but those fuckers are everywhere. Anastasia's sisters—the amazing Celeste and Chloe Blomqvist, are just as striking in person as they are in videos or photos. And despite the chaos in the studio, they move like it's a runway and they're completely used to this. Celeste is currently in front of a mauve backdrop, every single blink perfectly timed for the photographer. Chloe is getting her hair retouched, talking to her phone like she's on a live broadcast or something. They're shooting a Behind-the-Scenes for this, so it might have something to do with that.

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.

I blinked, I didn’t know what I thought, I try to think back to his little shrine room of me, and I remember, the poster of the movie was at the very back of the room. “You didn’t like it.” His smirk turned into a pleased smile, and he resumes walking, “Not just that, when I heard it was going to come out, before the teaser was even released, I looked everywhere for the script.” He let out a little chuckle, His confession once again stuns me, looking for script when filming was over was like looking for a needle in a hay stack, it was nearly impossible, they would have put a lid on everything, lest someone spoilt the movie.

"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."

Dante mutters. He looks at me. “You ready?” he asks. “No,” I say. “Do it anyway.” — The backstage area buzzes with controlled chaos. Technicians shout over each other about sound levels. Charity reps huddle with clipboards. Security checks and rechecks comms. From behind the curtain, a swell of noise rises and falls as the audience files in—fans, press, industry people, a scattering of faces I recognize from other stages. I pace. Hood up.

Aretha asks innocently. “Perfect,” I say sweetly. “Just… working.” Alexis snorts. The shoot wraps up an hour later. The crew is buzzing, excited, already talking about launch dates and campaigns. My heart is racing in excitement. As we head out, Aretha walks ahead with Alexander, talking quietly. I fall back beside Alexis. “You saw it too, right?” I whisper. She nods. “Oh yeah.” “Should I be concerned?” She shrugs. “Depends. Are you ready for that chaos?”