Seventy Nine | The Hard Days

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"C'mon, you're sure to have a story to tell Ms. Newbody." Ben, one of the light directors, chuckled as you sat on a picnic blanket on the sand, just in by the main light, set to a soft white glow in front of you on the set on the beach, waiting for Pineda to call the scene.

There had been a little set mishap during this scene shooting, and since you were already set up with a majority of the equipment in place and the crew decided to fix whatever they could to continue shooting. They didn't tell you was what the mishap was, but you guessed it had to do something about the little group that had followed James and Ian during the first week of the shooting.

Ian, your other costar, was just about to go grab you some food in one of the camp vans, leaving you with your terribly timid assistant, who had left to use the bathroom, and Ben, who was slightly starting to make you uncomfortable at the minute.

"Well, one, that pun is horrible. And two, there's really not much to tell." you reply quietly, tracing the sand with a stick you had found right before the scene was called off.

Ben's persistence was... a little surprising. Usually you're able to maintain your boundaries whenever you're on a newer set, as the cast and crew respected them as much as they could. It made the job more easier and harmonious. You honestly thought he'd back off on forcing another life story out of you after your multiple attempts to shut the conversation down, but you knew better than to think fate would be on your side again.

Usually, you wouldn't mind a little conversation, spending two weeks with the same crew and costars subjected you to make the necessary adjustments with the group and in fact, 'getting to know each other' was a crucial part in making the film a success, more properly implied to your costars as to help you put your skills to work. Apparently, you 'needed more friends in the industry' as said by your mother, and Ben seemed like a good enough candidate until he started asking more questions even after you politely turned a few of them down.

Ben was a very fun guy to be around with, especially when there was a small crowd present. He was good at his job being one of the main lighting directors for the film, always asking if anything was too bright or if the light was pointed directly into your faces, but he was also terribly nosy. You didn't want to assume for the worst, but you were a cautious person and very much so, it was instinct to make use of the protective habit you had, regulate yourself from getting close to the wrong person. With the slow gain of fame, you needed to practice politely turning down certain questions or actions that you knew would make you uncomfortable.

It seems like an easy task, eh? But it's really not.

It's not that Ben was a terrible person, or a wrong person. He was nosy, yes, but you liked to keep some things to yourself. Privacy, one of the many things you have had to sacrifice ever since agreeing to continue pursuing your passion for the art of acting and theatre.

"I live in Boston, New York, and LA in that order, took psychology and did film and theatre as a minor. I got side jobs for VAs and film assisting, then I got my job at Marvel," you summarized quickly, (e/c) eyes meeting his once. He blinks a few times as you take in a much needed breath. "And now I'm doing a movie with you guys. There. You're all caught up with my life."

"Well, Marvel's pretty cool, the films are pretty great..." Ben nodded, leaning by one of the light stands, keeping his eyes on you. "My friends are actually big fans, so I've definitely watched the films... your chemistry with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan on screen is amazing. Very natural."

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