Dazed And Confused Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

was her alibi. "Sure. Sure. Hang out soon. We're shooting the first one next month near Calabasas, they said." Darren combed back his lush dark hair that almost reached his broad shoulders. "Heard you're gonna be on the call sheet then. Z-Dawg said you're replacing Jules—our, erm, last makeup girl." Makeup girl? Z-Dawg? As in Zach, her boss? Jessi held back a giggle. Was Darren always this informal and charmingly funny? "Yeah. Zach just informed us of the schedules."

Once backstage, the group hurried into the dressing room. Rhee Min-Jun and Naiting Dae-Jung remained behind to deal with the reporters. Inside the room, Dusk collapsed onto one of the couches and the others followed. "I can't believe you did that, Dusk," Yang Dae-Su laughed. "You should have seen the face on the reporters," Jeremy added before draining a bottle of water. Hae Jae-Woo was mimicking his actions. Kyung Jiho stepped by and stole both of their water bottles.

24. MONIQUE'S POV The drive to the headquarters is quick. When I reach a few of our team members are already on set, and it's crowded with unfamiliar faces I believe to be workers for the Soul magazine. I spot Desmond and Mr Moore sitting in a corner discussing. I can't spot Becca do I believe she's backstage getting the models ready. I wave James who's sitting with some men behind cameras and tripod stands and lots of other machines I don't know what it's called. Clark and Mr Davids are walking around, stopping at different set of people to put everything in place.

I wake up hungover and late. Maya is passed out on the other bed. We stumbled in at 3 AM. My phone says 11:42 AM. There are seventeen missed calls from Claire. Sound check was at 10. I'm screwed. I throw on clothes. Grab my camera. Run out the door. The venue is twenty minutes away. I get there in twelve. Backstage is chaos as usual. But there's a tension in the air that wasn't there before.

Two bodyguards materialized at his sides, flanking him as they whisked him through a private backstage entrance. I hurried after them, weaving through the crowd to keep pace. I hadn't expected backstage to be this chaotic—a blur of cables, clipboard-wielding runners, and monitors flickering with countdowns. A producer rushed over and thrust a stack of papers into Tarzan's hands. "These are the questions. You're live in ten." Tarzan gave a small, measured nod and settled into the chair before the makeup mirror. Immediately, an artist leaned in to touch up his complexion while a hairstylist fussed over the fall of his hair. He barely flinched, already scanning the pages with quiet intensity.

To take some behind-the-scenes photos of Rum during his album making, so–. “They’ve gone for a reapplication,” I concluded with a sigh of relief. M.Biggy exchanged a strange look with his assistant, as though what I said reminded them of a secret joke, and then they both erupted in peals of laughter. “Sure they are.” The assistant returned to the multi-coloured lines on the computer screen, shaking his head with a playful grin. Smiling awkwardly, I returned to my seat and patiently waited. Thirty minutes later, just when the next recording was about to start, Tessa reappeared with her make-up bag in her hand, and the two men in the control room exchanged more of the same strange glances befo

**** "Recording starts in 3... 2... 1..." My heart is throbbing so fast and I'm literally shaking and sweating right now. I didn't know my anxiety is this bad. I'm relieved when Dax chooses to start asking the questions. We had previously decided I would start but I guess he's noticed I'm uneasy. I hope I don't mess this up. Then the cameras turn to me. "Ummm... Uhh... Do you-" "CUT!!!" Diana bellows at the production crew. Diana turns to stare at me, with an angry look on her face. Shit! I messed this up.

LIZA POV The melodious sound of Ed Sheeran pouring out of the speakers had me dancing around in my kitchen as I prepared dinner! I had just arrived home not long ago and man what a busy day it was. I had the meeting with Dawn which was scheduled in the afternoon, and that was until our photographer called and claimed that they lost all the photographs they took previously, and mind you, they were going to be used in the upcoming launch of La Drobe. And just like that, I had to miss the chance of meeting Dawn, and heck! I wanted to scream.

Laura The second the director yelled cut for my final scene, makeup artists, hairstylists, and wardrobe assistants rushed toward me like an army preparing someone for war. Hands immediately started touching my face. Someone dabbed powder under my eyes. Another person fixed the strap of my dress. The hairstylist began fluffing my curls again while another woman crouched near my heels checking for scuffs. I blinked in confusion. “Guys,” I laughed tiredly, trying to wave them off, “it’s my last scene. You don’t have to keep doing all this.”

Yesterday, while shooting the part of the commercial, she had been scared all through, thinking Daisy would suddenly call her or barge in, but there had been nothing like that. Now here she was, shooting the last part of the commercial. She hasn't heard from Edward too and she has been left utterly scared and confused. Hanging in the air. "Alright, everyone, places! Let's get this show on the road!" Director Carlson started out excitedly, walking away from the videography team and then towards Cindy. The crew members scurry around, adjusting lights, setting up the cameras, and making final touches to the set. The atmosphere was electric, and everyone was focused on creating the perfect shot.