MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

DEAR FRIENDS

That wound in his hand went tragically wrong for the movie because they should shoot that same day several scenes which required hands close-ups over the piano keys. Once in the make up room, dead on time as always thanks to Duncan's iron hand, they faced to the mess. The slovaquian director with whom he didn't get on very well watched his hand with poker face. Of course they must get ready the lies machinery. This bite became a terrible accident with a tuna can and so the insurance company could cover the cost owed to this mishap. The conflict now laid primarily in they couldn't make the scheduled scenes for the day.

- Do you think, perhaps, we can try shooting the piano scenes just with my right hand? What would be the problem?

- Efseryan (he always called him like this, keeping his distance), are you telling me how I can make my work?

- I'm not telling you how to make it. It's just a chance. The takes are short, it's not essential shooting both hands playing.

- Do you decide what is essential? I'm not gonna jeopardize my vision for your unlucky accident opening a can, right? I want a meeting with your doctor and your lawyers.

- Yes, Mr Mojsej. I'll take care of it right now -Duncan answered, always at hand.

- Marisa, keep on with the make up and hair session. Afterwards the costume fitting -the director ordered her employee not looking again at Enzo.

- Duncan, could you bring me a cup of tea? Fucking Slovakian -he mumbled with a tone that easily could be heard.

- Don't move, Enzo. We're almost finished -the make up artist berated him.

- Oh, sorry, darling. Duncan... -he said holding his cup of tea with a touch of lemon and two sugars.

- Ok ok, I'm calling now Dave and the doctor. Take it easy, drink up the tea.

- Is everything controlled?

- Yes, boss. As usual. Don't get Marisa crazy and get your face painted.

The doctor supported the theory of the tuna can and Dave with his team of lawyers met up with the director to work out that problem with as little disruption as possible. His lovey's bite had consequences. He was having his stitches out within a week because they didn't get infected and everything worked out well. It was a long period and the shooting must go on. They must defer those scenes later when his hands would be perfect.

Duncan put him balm propolis once the wound was healed, to keep the new skin well hydrated and he had to avoid the sun directly. Luckily for all the team, they left more than a half of scenes to shoot and they had plenty of scope to shooting other scenes and leave the piano takes at the end. Enzo, for his part, after this unpleasant incident which worried all the team, went ahead with his work reinforced. He spent a whooping 13 or 14 hours at the set and he still had time to burn the night, keeping on playing his piano which he asked for in his suite and taking care his real pain boyfriend. The remaining 3 hours to sleep were enough for him.

His relationship with Kevin went ahead come what may, despite nobody around him understood his insistence to keeping him by his side. Enzo didn't resent his hand damage. On the contrary, the first few days he cared about his man's scratches on his face, worried about a possible infection. That stubbornness at giving him chance after chance started to be worrying. Although at first he forbade him step on the shooting, once his face was more decent, he came back again floating around all his work day. They spent usually the lunch breaks in his trailer fucking all the time, so he spent like a three minutes nibbling and Kevin ate the rest.

Once Duncan got into the trailer after his respectful knocks at the door.

- Enter without knocking, dear. Come on.