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“You heard that? That’s what torture sounds like, for the next 30 days we’ll be hearing nothing but that everywhere… I just wonder why do artist feel the need to record a new Christmas album with basically the same songs every year… What’s wrong with last years songs?”

“Yeah, that’s what torture sounds like,” Marco deadpanned, “it’s not torture without candy canes and sugar plums.”

“So if anyone is thinking about getting me any gifts for Christmas just as a reminder I love things that sparkle. My shoe size is an eight for reference and my ring size is a five, you know, just in case anyone needed to know that.”

“If someone was buying you a ring, I’d hope they would know that.”

“You’re not a superhero, Marco. You can’t control air. Or drones flying in the sky. What? Are you supposed to shoot them down or something?” She asked sarcastically.

“I was told I wasn’t,” he said, glancing upwards. God if he was allowed to do that this would be so much easier. “I think you’ve just given me an idea though.”

He had some time before his shift began so he decided to work out some pent up frustrations, he used the stairs to do some sit ups and he was starting to tire out, sitting up was getting harder and harder when he noticed someone approaching. “Oh sorry… Do you need to go up?”

Marco had never been quite so glad to not have to do that anymore. Not that shirtless sit ups starting with dangling from your ankles had ever been something he’d willingly engaged in. “God no,” he said, “I’m just wondering if your abs are worth the head trauma if you fall.”

With the phone to her ear, Val was listening intently to everything her agent was saying. “Oh my gosh that’s incredible,” Val half laughed into her phone. “You know I can keep things on the down low, Becks. I’m just thrilled the damn thing is finally premiering. Here I was thinking it hit the cutting room floor years ago and was so bad it would never see the light of day.” She laughed then, shaking her head slightly. “I’ve gotta go. Talk soon.”

Except the moment Val hung up she did a little giddy dance before turning around to find someone standing there. Suddenly her cheeks flushed red and she dropped her arms to her side. “….Can we just pretend you didn’t see that?”

Marco had gotten into the military for the wrong reasons, at least for him. Glory and success had seemed nice, seemed like good things to fight for, but overall they had been the things that did him in. The only light that he had was the notion that, even if it wasn’t on purpose, something good had come from what he did. Real good, not the kind of good you lied to yourself about. If there was anything that he could say encapsulated that good, it was seeing people happy. Happy in the ways that they got happy without any need for an audience or validation, just pure emotion. Like the dancing red head celebrating something, phone clutched tightly in her hand.

“We can,” he said, “but it was a nice thing to not see.”

“Roaches gotta sale trash, right?” She commented with a shrug. At his words, Grace’s gaze returned back to Marco and a thought came to her. “I mean, if some of the leaks are shots of outside scenes, would you get in trouble?”

“No, the only one who might get in trouble is me,” he said, “people using drones to steal pictures kind of falls under the description of things I’m supposed to prevent.”

“They start as just pictures, and just autographs, until then there are tweets and comments on your IG, and being everywhere you are, even the grocery store, or the gym. Sometimes, they aren’t harmless,” she said. “Okay, I just…wanted to make sure. I don’t really want to have any sort of mishaps. I trust your judgment on the safety. Being off the set and out in the open to shoot sometimes makes me nervous.” She was scared that someone was going to break through the crowd and most times if they did it was just for a hug, or a hand shake or to cry, but she still had a fear that they’d infiltrate her life again.

“It’s safe,” he repeated, his voice a little firmer. He reminded himself that even if he found it insane, it wasn’t to these people. He’d fought a war for the wrong reasons, if none of them made that mistake and knew what that felt like--the only thing he should feel was damn lucky that was the case. “the drones are up there because we’ve got the rest of this place locked down. No-one is going to get close to you.”

Harmony looked down in confusion, considering her outfit before it hit her. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. “No, I had an early call. I’m going home,” she explained, tugging at her shirt. “You are the second person that’s told me I can’t dress myself for shit this week, though.”

“What?” Marco was surprised, “no--I’m asking if they get a picture of you. We had someone wear something, they got a shot of it and the internet blew up,” he explained, “I thought it was just a dress. Now I check. You seem capable of dressing yourself, you’re in clothes.”

Luna looked around, trying to find someone else to make this call. She was far too standoffish to be making big decisions. “I-I would ask the directory, Jacob, if it’s crucial, but it’s a shot that we really need. I just came out here to try to get a feel for the angles and the scenery, but I’m not sure of the actual date, though…the drone is sort of cool,” she had to admire.

“Keep getting it,” Marco said, “if you shoot you’ll have to move quickly. Might have to have decoy shots as well, I’ll check.” It was common to have several outlandish decoy shots mixed in, but it took more time and money than just shooting the damn thing once, “set up whatever you can.”

Rocky folded her arms as she listened intently to what the man was saying. She looked around the place that they were supposed to be shooting. “I-is it safe to shoot out here? Not just spoiler pictures but, no one can get past a certain point?” She was worried since there was an issue of people getting pictures, she wanted to know just how much access they’d have.

“They’re just pictures, they aren’t armed,” Marco said without thinking. He was willing to play the game of a dress or a photograph being the end of the world, but safety was a different matter entirely. He reminded himself that he was dealing with actors, “yes it’s safe.”

“It’s times like this that makes me so glad that I’m not famous.” Grace uttered. In all honesty, she hadn’t noticed the drone until Marco mentioned them. But then again, as a make-up artist, she didn’t have to worry about things like that. Drones and the like. But Marco did. It was what made him excellent at his job. “Don’t they have to have a permit or something to fly those things?” She asked, still looking up.

“Hasn’t stopped them before,” Marco remarked. Paparazzi were something he never had to deal with until he’d become a civilian. It almost made him wish to be back with his other job, more than he usually did. “We might not be what they’re after, but the leaks’ll effect us anyway.”

It took Harmony to figure out what he was complaining about, but realizing she looked up and spotted the drones. Shrugging her shoulders, she pasted a smile on her face. “What’s that saying? Not your monkeys, not your circus?” She joked, trying to lighten things up. “I mean, legal has to have a plan to deal with that.”

“Yes, they do,” Marco said, glancing around for the director to inform him not to tell him to not film anything crucial while he took care of it, “your costume’s not a plot point, I assume?” he inquired.

Marco looked up and frowned. People and their drones were going to be the death of secrecy at this rate. Like other things he could think of, drones had no business being in the hands of civilians in his opinion. “If you want to shoot here, there’s definitely a risk of someone getting spoiler pics,” he advised, “we’re going to need more notice if it’s anything crucial.”

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