Dazed And Confused Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

The photos were taken five years ago. Chaos galloped into the hall right away. Nathaniel froze, his eyes on the screen. Helen jabbed a finger in my face, her own face flush with crimson anger. "I know you hate me, Ginevra, but you shouldn't have shown everyone those photos! I know it was my fault five years ago! Nathaniel got drunk and thought I was you, but that doesn't mean you can do this! Hate it all you want, but Nelson is still Nathaniel's son!"

"Excellent work. That's exactly the kind of raw emotion we needed." But I wasn't listening to her anymore. I was thinking about the way Beck's hands had clenched. The way his voice had cracked. The way he'd said he couldn't tell me the truth, not that he wouldn't. And I was thinking about how little I actually knew about what happened that night. How little I'd ever bothered to ask. "Okay, we're rolling in three, two—" The camera light blinked red, and suddenly I was supposed to be happy. Beck sat across from me at a table in the student center, and we were filming the first official episode of "Behind the Ice." Marcus had choreographed this down to the second. We were supposed to laugh. Sha

Clara interrupted, more firmly now, "We've been through the lineup four times. We are so readyyy." Ava turned from the mirror, “I guess people do change” she smiled at the girls. The backstage was beautifully chaotic, rails of garments, mirrors propped at angles, the low hum of voices, zippers and last-minute adjustments. Zendaya's voice could be heard from the far end of the space where she stood with Mr Thompson, laughing at a joke he made.

Show day. The backstage area was chaos. Models sat in makeup chairs getting transformed. Hair stylists worked with hot tools and hairspray. Dressers rushed between racks pulling specific garments. Photographers documented everything. Music played from someone's speaker. People shouted instructions over the noise. And in the middle of it all, I was trying not to throw up. "Chloe, we need you to approve Blair's makeup," someone called. "One minute," I managed, pressing my hand against my mouth.