The masks we use (Scarlett Johansson x reader)

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(Y/N) POV:

I slowly walked forwards and spoke clearly towards the open space before me.

"Who are you exactly?" I asked the blank wall in a specifically eastern-european accent. I was wearing a suit and tie while sipping at a champagne glass within my hand. I paused for a moment and acted slightly surprised at the responce of the character.

"Ah, I see that my past has finally come back to bite me." I responded cooly without any sign of panic whatsoever. I set down my own glass and then took out another while pouring 'champagne' into it. 

"Champagne?" I asked turning my head towards where the figure was supposed to be. I moved my head slightly and smiled, my eyes turning to look towards where the gun would be pressing up against my skull.

I waited for them to say their line and then changed my facial expression to act like I thought it was funny what they were saying. Without missing a beat, I placed down the glass and bottle and turned to face where the figure would be if they were facing me. Meaning that the imaginary gun would now be pointed directly at my forehead

"I suppose that's a no on the drinks then?" I asked with a smirk which only grew larger as the imaginary person grew more frustrated.

"I'm going to stop you right there. You have made one fatal assumption." I stated calmly before dropping all semblence of happiness.

"You presume you are the one in control here." I stated while, just as the script said, I hooked my leg around the imaginary one of my opponent and then stole the gun from their hands in a smooth motion that felt silly but I hoped looked impressive.

I quickly kicked where their head would be and glared at them.

"Shame really. The champagne really was good." I mused with slight interest before turning back around, finishing off the champagne and then walking off screen.

Damien clicked a button on the camera and I was done. 

"Well..." I asked and he grinned.

"I can safely say that this take...like the last fifty were brilliant. Also like the ten before that." He pointed out sarcastically and I shrugged.

"Look, if you were being asked to record a side for Les Miserable I know you would be all over the place." I retorted and he raised his finger to answer before lowering it in defeat.

"Alright, let's rewatch!" I said excitedly and he then transferred the file to my computer before playing it.

I watched as I enterred, spoke my lines and did the actions I was supposed to looking for the slightest detail that I could change. A smirk that was too obvious, a calm face that showed cracks of empathy, an action that seemed clunky or didn't fit quite as well as an alternative I could have done.

I mean, I was a harsh critic. We'd had to have bought over three litres of sprite just to be able to fake the champagne because there was no way I was wasting that much alchohol.

Damien looked it over but couldn't find fault with it so I replayed it over a few times scouring every part I could for some glaring flaw I had missed before. Yet none came.

"I'm going to be honest here. It's the best take so far." Damien said while pausing the video. "There's no over the top body language like at the start. There's form and emotion in your face but not enough to tear up the description of the character. And you've done this scene so many times that your every action looks premeditated and you seem like a calculated and cold persona." He finished and then I went over to the script again and looked at the very brief description of what part I was going to play for basically three pages worth of acting.