So here I was on the floor, blushing through the thoughts racing in my mind. I recall when the movie came out and I would see his face on the billboard at our local cinema back in Russia, I never watched the movie so I am not even sure if that is him but he definitely reminds me terribly of the guy from that billboard. I decide not to make anymore eye contact with him as I am still dying of embarrassment from what occurred, quickly I begin to gather the garment bags one by one into a heap in my hands.
"Let me help you with those," he says as he attempts to help me.
"No, no thank you, I can manage, you are not supposed to see me," I mumble and grab hold of the bag he was trying to hand me.
"Why am I not supposed to see you?" he chuckles.
"Cruella does not want it," I whisper and instantly realize he heard me.
"Cruella, who's Cruella?" he laughs again at me and I blush more, wanting to fall through the floor and die.
"No one, do you know if this is warehouse 3?" I say trying to attempt to appear like I have at least some of my composure still left as I stand to my feet with the heap of bags, he follows swiftly, I look up at him and he towers over me. I gulp as I take him in for the first time properly, I've never seen a more attractive man in my life, so naturally I look away, practically shielding myself with the garment bags. He notices and attempts to lean to see my face to answer my question, there is a devilish smile on his face that I try my best to ignore.
"Nope, this is my dressing room, warehouse 3 is opposite, I'm heading there myself, are you here for the audition too?" his beautiful British voice caresses my ears. I'm still not making eye contact, focusing on the bags in my hands.
"No, I work in wardrobe, thank you for your help and I am sorry again," I say as fast as I can manage and decide it's time to run out of here and pretend this never happened. I turn to get the door that was my initial catalyst to downfall.
"Wait, let me get the door for you," he says as his hand reaches for the door knob the same time as mine and our hands collide, I pull away but that second was enough to send a rush through me.
"Sorry," I whisper, he gets the door and I exit quickly. Next thing I know he opens the door across the hall and allows me to enter. I walk through into a room full of people, so much for staying out of sight. But this is warehouse 3 as he claims so I guess I am in the right place, thought it would be an empty storage. Instead, there are people situated at a table and a camera set up. They all look up and see me and stare for a moment. I notice a bunch of shelves and racks at the back and decide that would be the best home for the garment bags. I ignore the stares I am getting. Superman has disappeared from behind me and I find him in front of the camera and the table of people. Quietly I begin hanging the garment bags.
"You may begin when you are ready Henry," A voice sounds, one of the people from the table.
"Thank you," says Superman, or Henry I guess. I take out the garments from the garment bags and arrange them neatly, mainly because I am curious to watch the audition, no one is paying me any attention at this point. Superman begins his spiel,
"I cannot stop thinking about you, you're the only reason I want to get up, to see the war end, to think there is something still left fighting for," Henry's voice is smoother than ever, emotion evident within. I freeze as I watch him.
"Ya nepoymy tebya, chto govorish?" a voice responds to him at the table and I feel confused, surely one of the people from the table just read Russian in return. Russian that barely makes sense because no one talks like that but still, I raise my eyebrows, confused.
"Tell me you understand me, tell me you hear me and my heart beat for you," Henry's voice turns to desperation as he nears the table, facing the one that is pretend playing his counterpart. Then it hits me, it is a world war scene and one character is a Russian and the other character; Henry's, I'm unsure about.
"Hochesh chto?" the voice responds and I crack up a bit at lack of sentence. I realize too late that my light laugh was heard... by the entire table, which was now facing me with appalled expressions. Superman too has stopped his lines. I am a deer in headlights for the second time, and this time it's much, much worse.
"Excuse me, do you have a problem? Perhaps the script is not to your liking, who are you and what are you doing here anyways," a man from the table who was reading the Russian lines growls at me and my heart starts pounding. Henry is starring right at me with astonishment.
"Did you have a reason to interrupt?" someone else from the table says.
"I'm sorry, but I could not help but overhear the Russian lines and well grammatically they are absolutely absurd, they make barely any sense!" I say trying to defend my appalling behavior somehow, looking like an ass for sure. I'm sure I'm fired before I barely earned a penny. But surely they could afford a good Russian translator for the script and if it means getting kicked out of here, it is my duty to tell them.
"Oh and you're a Russian," the man got up from the table to face me.
"Yes, I am Russian, it is my first language and I just hope you know that your script will cause laughs not just from me if you put it through into production as is. Any Russian speaker will laugh."
"Oh so perhaps you would like to read this scene for me and point out how it should be done," the man says, I cannot tell if he is serious or mocking me but I figured it would be best to fight him with his own weapon, I'm fired anyways so there is nothing left to lose now.
"Sure, I will read it," I say walking over to him, taking the script from his hand. He raises and eybrow as I do so. With everyone watching me, I begin to read it over;
Scene
Night. Russian outskirts, German occupied area. Enter Hauptmann Rittmeister (captain) Friedrich von Falke and Tanya in nearby wooded area outside of SS headquarters.
Friedrich
I cannot stop thinking about you, you're the only reason I want to get up, to see the war end, to think there is something still left fighting for.
Friedrich comes closer to Tanya, Tanya standing with her back to nearby tree, looking up nervously at Friedrich.
Tanya
Ya nepoymy tebya, chto govorish?
Friedrich comes closer; his arm softly takes hold of her elbow.
Friedrich
Tell me you understand me, tell me you hear me and my heart beat for you.
Friedrich takes hold of Tanya passionately.
Tanya
Hochesh chto?
Friedrich
I'm so in love with you. You're my light, my everything, you're my doom.
Tanya
Chto eto, chto hochesh ti, pochemy, pochemy.
Friedrich goes for the kiss.
I stare at the pages a little moment longer processing the non existent grammar, lack of words, and lack of sense in the Russian sections. One thing for sure judging by this scene they did not put much effort into writing Tanya's character, sure she does not understand Friedrich but she cannot be that much of an idiot to not understand what he wants from her at night in the middle of the woods as he takes her in his arms. I smile to myself, time to spice this up, they want a Russian girl, I will give them a Russian girl. Superman, watch out.
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What was Henry thinking and feeling? I have his perspective for you in His Sinful Pleasure:
https://www.wattpad.com/story/258924241-his-sinful-pleasure-a-henry-cavill-story
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