Another day, another chance to blow something up and get paid for it. Well, not really.
Unbeknonst to pretty much every single person he had met, Garfield had forced himself to endure the arduous path one need to take to become part of the special effects crew for only one reason; the chance to work with what he loved without breaking the law. Yes, special effects included much more than pyrotecnics and explosions, but he had always managed to convince his employers to include them in greater quantities than what they had planned at first. Until now, at least. A romantic movie was, as far as Garfield knew, anything but spectacular explosions and life-threatening fires. Still, they were offering him a great deal of money, and there was a point in every man’s life where he needed to do what brought benefits to his wallet rather than his heart.
There he was, standing not so far from the rest of his crew, casually giving orders to those who seemed a little lost every now and then, his blonde hair combed backwards somewhat lazily and a good-looking beard decorating his chin. Some men had been hired by the film’s big boys, but they had been placed under Garfield’s supervision. He was in charge of them, and, being the responsible owner of a whole company with a reputation that grew with every film, it was his duty to make sure those fellows didn’t mess it up.
From the corner of his eye, he caught what had been the cause of his workers unusual lack of focus that day; auditions for one of the female leads. Slender and beautiful, there was a bouffet of ladies those men would have devoured in no time if they had been given the chance. There was this particular woman, however, who had ventured away from the group. Garfield had to admit he found it unusual, as most women competing for a role usually stayed together and pretended they supported each other. Much to his dismay, this blonde woman had almost tripped over some cables, and he had noticed it. To make it worse, none of his men were there to make sure nothing had been damaged. It was those little accidents that could utterly destroy a film’s outcome.
As he made his way towards the cable, he couldn’t help but notice her body language. Not a single word had reached his ears, but he could tell she hadn’t exactly played a role in plays during her high school years. From there, his feet braked and decided he should check if she needed some help with her lines. Anything would be perfect as long as it kept him away from the non-explosive special effects.
Once he had arrived to a spot right behind her, he finally realized how… well, she wasn’t awful, but there was this moth aficionado he had met some years ago who could have done it ten times better than her. “Is this your first time?" he inquired from behind her, his hands tugged inside his pockets and a charmingly smooth expression creeping into his features.
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