@pec4dores / for ronan as promised hehe
long nights and early mornings were standard in adrian's line of work, as were weeks or even months of seven-day weeks, but truth be told, he didn't mind. he'd chosen this path and embraced it fully, knowing this was what he'd wanted for as long as he could remember. putting in extra hours where needed never bothered him either, though he appreciated the occasional reprieve between projects.
this one, however, came with something he hadn't expected. most directors who approached him tended to have a very specific image in mind, one he knew by heart at this point and could slip into with practiced ease. still, he welcomed a change of pace every now and then. this time around, he was set to play a musician, which went against nearly everything he knew.
adrian had been born with a few talents, maybe, but music wasn't one of them. he couldn't sing, had never learned to play an instrument and had absolutely no natural rhythm when it came to dancing. safe to say, he hadn't expected to land this role. if anything, he'd assumed someone with actual musical experience would get it instead.
sat on his couch with a man who had been a complete stranger only weeks ago, a guitar resting awkwardly in his lap and fingers that refused to bend the way they were apparently supposed to. somewhere in the next four months, he was expected to look convincing enough on screen that audiences would believe he'd spent years with the instrument in his hands. at the moment, that felt wildly optimistic.
he was determined to succeed, though. adrian always was. determination, unfortunately, didn't seem to make his fingers any more cooperative. he stumbled over the simplest exercises, winced when a string buzzed wrong beneath his touch, and shot the guitar a look as though it had personally betrayed him.
"i swear i'm trying," he said, glancing up from the instrument with a crooked, slightly sheepish smile. "my hands just don't want to listen. i think they're actively protesting this whole thing."