Novel & Cerita Dazed And Confused Behind The Scenes

I felt dizzy now and I heard the Dark One’s laughter echo in the background as I struggled to hold on to my consciousness. I was very dizzy and confused. Why did he…

Zoe's eyes shifted. All of a sudden, she saw Jay appear, and he was surrounded by many cameras too. They were probably filming behind-the-scenes of the rehearsal. There was not much footage to offer here, though, given that she was all alone. "Where are Candice Lowe and Wynn Yaden?" the director asked. "They aren't free." "You're the only one rehearsing?" "I don't have anything else to do anyway," Zoe said with a smile. The director did not say anything further, and he led the camera crew away without a word.

My lid was half-open half close, I wanted to lay my head somewhere if he could be another man I would have laid my head on his chest, but he is blake Jensen! "That man," then he looked at a corner in a distance, there were a lot of people dancing with girls around them. As they were poles and girls were pole dancers. My vision was not clear. It was all blurry, I was tempted to the ground, and my voice was slurry too. "Can't you say the name!!! You are such an idiot," and then I giggled. I started giggling, with no idea I was doing it in the first place, maybe tequila was getting on my nerves,

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.

Zara's POV I removed the flash drive and tucked it beneath the drawer in my closet before entering the master bedroom where Nico and Tessa were waiting. Nico was adjusting the last strand of my hair while Tessa, ever the multitasker, filmed content for the media. “Tessa,” I said, meeting her eyes through the mirror, she paused the video. “When the red carpet’s over and the event has been going for at least an hour, have security clear out every photographer. No phones, no cameras. Not even from the guests. Do you understand me?”

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.

HER HAIR WAS SILVERY WHITE And then she just ran, I saw in which direction she went. "Let me come instead. We can cover more grounds." 'No Liam. I need you here on campus, if something goes terribly wrong, you're the right person that should be here to help her 'Fine.' On the other hand, Damon call Zia who is still in library, "What's now." Zia answer. "SEBESTIAN BLACKED OUT BACKSTAGE!" Damon scream. "What? How?" "I DON'T KNOW!? ONE MINUTE HE WAS DANCING AND NEXT HE WAS COLLAPSING BACKSTAGE.

“If I hide, I’ll lose. If I show up, at least the world sees the real me, and not the version of me he keeps painting.” They went quiet. Zade looked frustrated, Roman looked thoughtful, and Axel looked worried. Finally, Zade sighed. “Then we’ll be there. Behind the cameras.” Roman nodded. “If he pulls anything, I’m dragging him off that stage.” Axel gave a small, tight smile. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that.” I managed a small nod. “Thank you.” The rest of the day passed by. Makeup artists, stylists, and publicists came over. Everyone wanted to “help,” but none of it mattered. My mind was somewhere else, replaying Cassian’s voice in my head.

He followed right after, collapsing over my back and holding me like he’d never let go. --- The seizure happened during the final week of filming. We were in the old auxiliary rink again. The crew wanted to capture the location where so much had begun. Callan and I were skating slowly, recreating a quiet moment from our past for the cameras. I was tired. The lights were bright. The emotional weight of the location pressed down on me. I felt the aura coming—the strange metallic taste, the visual distortion—but I tried to push through. I didn’t want to ruin the shot. I didn’t want to seem weak on camera.