Dazed And Confused Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

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.

he says, already pointing at me, “speak.” I don’t even get a chance to look at the menu. “It was… chaotic,” I start. Jordan’s eyes shine. “Define chaotic.” “Maya almost fought a lighting stand,” I say, “Oli edits at the speed of God, Rey looks like he wants everyone dead but in a nice way, and a drag performer came in holding their wig.” Jordan slams his hands on the table. “I KNEW it. I knew that department was dramatic.” Seth grins. “They sound fun.”

It had been a while since he and Aurora had the chance to enjoy a proper meal together. Thus, for several months, Zane and Chery were engrossed in filming, Daxton was swamped with appearances, and even Vaspera seemed to have vanished, hardly traceable. When Zane's film The Pianist wrapped up, Chery was still in seclusion, shooting Dual Facades. Therefore, Aurora didn't go out of her way to organize a wrap party, deciding instead to wait for the movie's release to see its performance before planning any celebration.

“Euphoria has too many people backstage during production weeks. Dancers, stylists, crew, vendors, maintenance, security. Half of them blend together when you’re trying to run rehearsal.” Brian stepped forward. “Did you notice anyone unusual that night?” Jake opened his mouth. Then closed it. The hesitation made every person in the room go still. “What?” Luca asked. Jake frowned, looking down as if searching through a memory he did not fully trust. “There was someone.” My pulse jumped. Jake looked up slowly. “I didn’t think about it at the time because maintenance was always in and out after the lighting glitches, but there was a guy backstage near the east hall.”

The thought alone improved his mood. Adjusting his jacket, he followed the technician out of the room. The hallway beyond was busier than before. Production staff moved quickly between studios. Several hosts reviewed notes before their broadcasts. Cameras rolled through corridors. The entire station seemed alive. Daniel was guided through multiple hallways before eventually reaching the backstage area connected to the studio. People moved around making final preparations. Microphones were checked. Cameras were adjusted. Lighting was tested. Everything appeared organized. Professional. Exactly what he expected.

He does not need to pretend formal, I feel like it does not suit him, I am comfy with this side of him. We arrive at the studio and see them still fixing those stuffs that needed in the show. Hours passed, audience become twice, thrice and having a massive amount of people. I hear that they put someone beside my photo in news that curious the others. Wow, what a nice hack. Xzy is currently feeling so anxious knowing that there are lots of people watching us. I think I never inform him about this but at least, he already knew. I hold his hands and kisses his cheeks.

Zoe felt like she was half in a dream, half awake. She waited behind the stage—after receiving a scolding from the producer for disappearing—with a remarkably blank expression. When the camera switched to the waiting participants, Zoe had to display the appropriate reactions. It may have been just two or three seconds of reaction—applause or a smile—but they had been specifically briefed to maintain enthusiasm. Of course, to keep the show lively. And Zoe missed it all, to the point that Laila had to nudge her several times to keep her from daydreaming too much.

Music wrapped around me, guiding my walk and the cameras? They went crazy, as it was the final look. The flashes exploded in a white burst that was sure to give me a headache. I could see from the corner of my eyes editors and critics poised with their pens and paper, their eyes harsh just like the strokes in their books. I continued on, my gaze fixed ahead, my expression cemented in stone. I was untouchable here. It was what they wanted, and it was what I would give them. I made a u-turn, successfully returning backstage, and that was when the chaos was released.

The reason was the same as mine: improper conduct, offending public morals. When we learned this, our minds went blank. Who was framing us? We began suspecting someone inside our companies had deliberately targeted us, but no matter how we thought about it, we couldn’t recall offending anyone. Logan said the video might have leaked from the dashcam’s cloud storage. He didn’t know who had released it. But why did it erupt at this exact time? Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose.

The video continues. Zade collapsing onto the couch inside the hotel suite. Completely out of it. Then the door slowly closes after Daisy walks in. Smirking. Like she already knows exactly what she’s about to do. Tears sting my eyes. The footage cuts to the next morning. Zade leaving the hotel room. He looks panicked. Confused. Like someone who knows something is terribly wrong but can’t figure out what happened. I turn toward him, tears sliding down my cheeks. Zade meets my eyes.