who: open (@actionstarters)
where: somewhere on set
the air on set was thick with the usual pre-shoot energy—crew members darting around with last-minute adjustments, the low hum of conversations mixing with the occasional sharp call for quiet. eden had been through this a million times, but that first day always had a particular charge to it, like stepping onto a tightrope over a city street.
she stood near the monitors, dressed in full costume but still wrapped in her own leather jacket, coffee cup balanced in one hand, script in the other. she wasn’t reading it—just holding it, fingers pressing idly against the pages. she already knew her lines. muscle memory. but knowing the words and making them mean something were two different things.
with a quiet sigh, she glanced toward the set, where the finishing touches were being placed on the first scene of the day. another movie. another role. another version of herself that the world would get to pick apart.
her lips curled slightly, more to herself than anything, before she turned her head slightly, catching sight of whoever had just stepped up beside her.
“so,” she mused, voice easy but laced with the kind of amusement that meant she was watching, really watching. “are we betting on how many takes this scene’s gonna take, or are we pretending we’re all professionals and it’ll go smoothly on the first run?”
she took a sip of coffee, eyes sharp as she glanced toward the set. “because personally? i say three takes, minimum. but i’m open to being proven wrong.”
