Chapter 44 Yousve stopped filming? (2/2)

Mika pursed her lips sulkily. She could only wave sadly as Ryn walked toward the door, leaving her alone.

”How I wish Jason is here,” she murmured sadly, suddenly missing her boyfriend.

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Ryn bent down and scooped some water in her hands. She glanced at the camera and smiled. Then, as if she was being a mischievous child, she splashed a bit of the water toward the camera, giggling happily. She quickly ran, letting the wind caressing her long hair and dress. The man behind quickly followed, holding onto the camera carefully as few men pushed him.

”And cut. Next scene,” the director shouted happily.

Ryn stopped her running and returned back to them. She accepted the towel from one of the assistants but her focus was on the monitor. She wanted to see how she did just now and whether she could improve it.

”Maybe if I…”

”You can improvise for the next scene. After this we can stop. Tomorrow we'll continue,” the director cut her words. He glanced at the sun and frowned a bit. ”I wish Fiona didn't make a lot of NGs just now or we can finish this today.”

Ryn pursed her lips. She glanced at a group of people gathering not far from them. Apart from her, there were two more models in this assignment. Three of them came from different countries and her being the so-called 'junior'. She tried to make friends with them but none actually took her hands, only looking at her up and down before continued talking and snickering.

Ryn simply shrugged it off. She tried but they refused. So what else could she do?

Well, actually all she could do was giving her best for the shooting. Fiona started her scenes first. Ryn was quite interested to see how a supermodel acting in a commercial but to her disappointment, it took them almost half day just to film a scene barely acceptable for the director. Ryn was quite worried too seeing how serious and perfectionist this man was, even worst than Jack. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ease the shiver at the thought of Jack. So scary.

Fiona was supposed to run and play around at the garden. She was supposed to cite five lines (compared to Ryn who only need to say one sentence) but she kept mispronouncing or forgetting the words. Or when she spoke, her expression was not the one the director wanted. Hence the long hour retaking the same scene over and over again.

Ryn made used of the time to catch her nap. When she was awakened, Theresa was glaring at her while Fiona was drinking a bottle of mineral water. As she stood up to get to the place, she heard Theresa murmured to Fiona, ”Empty-headed fool.”

Ryn did not say a word. She gripped her hands as the laughter from those two sending her to the director. She closed her eyes to gather her emotion. When she opened them back, she was no longer a sleepy head but a real model, soon to be a supermodel. She listened carefully to the director's instruction then had her make-up touched up. She closed her eyes again and this time when she opened them back, she turned into a happy-go-lucky and mischievous girl, flirting with the camera.

It took her one takes to complete the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and she was satisfied, although she did wish she could take it again to improvise just the way she scooped the water. Maybe a little bent toward the left could make it look more radiant?

”Stop giving me that look. I like how you did it. Now we can continue to the next one. Theresa, come here.”

Theresa was taken back. She was too engrossed with sharing gossips with Fiona, she did not even notice the novice has finished her part. Or maybe it was too bad, the director would only use both of them. She smiled at her thought. Why would they choose a newcomer for this brand when they had Fiona and her?

”Can I leave now?” Ryn asked. She was still jet-legged and had too much coffee, courtesy from the staff there.

”Fine. Remember to come early tomorrow,” the director reminded with a tender smile. He was happy with Ryn's work today.

Then, he looked at Theresa and his expression changed into a serious one. ”Only one take or you're out. We are losing the light,” he pointed at the sky.

Theresa blinked her eyes at him. One take? Was he crazy?