Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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»And that's a wrap, guys!« the director shouted on the end of the third and final day of shooting.
There were cheers and applause all around. Lorelai clapped along with them and smiled as Jane found her way to where she had been watching the last scene being shot: Neymar trying to get the ball from Marc Bartra (a central defender of the FC team she was told), who kept heading it into the off, where in the video »Dani the clown« would then shoot it into Lorelai's direction. The rather tall guy was dressed up as a surfer on his way to the beach, holding a heavy looking surfboard, not minding the fact you couldn't actually surf at Barceloneta Beach. But this was a make-believe video on a make-believe beach, so who cared, right?
The last two days had found them mostly on set in the streets of Barcelona. They had closed off some of the streets in the downtown area of the city for the shooting. Yesterday, the whole day they had been filming the scenes for the middle part of the video: where the players of the football club shot the ball around »town« to end up back at the beach again. Lorelai and Neymar had needed to be present in some way most of the time; sometimes more prominently, other times only visible in the background.
All the while, the set had been surrounded by curious onlookers and fans of the FCB. Today too, media people as well as the ever so interested onlookers were present.
Lorelai sighed as her eyes followed the barrier put up around the set. People were waving at her as soon as they noticed her wandering gaze. Dejectedly she waved back, not feeling comfortable in the slightest.
Standing in the limelight, she concluded, was something she didn't like. At all. All that fuss about her person — needing to be careful what to do, what do say, who to talk to, where to be — it was exhausting. And then came the actual work, the reason why you were there in the first place. She didn't know how famous people could live like this: never being quite able to have their lives be completely private. She couldn't imagine to live by someone else's standards — surely your own at one point or another would just not be enough anymore. She had always hated to have to live by her parents' rules and expectations; how much more difficult would it be if a nation or the whole world were watching? No, she resolved. She very much liked her anonymity. Being a nobody really only had benefits: there was nothing greater than falling over your own feet in a public place and no one but a few passers-by would even care; contrary to possibly having the scene filmed and published on YouTube for the world to see.
»I can't believe we're done!« Jane exclaimed, ripping Lorelai out of contemplation.
»Me neither,« she answered, tired but content with how the past two days had been.
Before she could say anything else though, Andrés came over. The making-of-filming guy, not the footballer. Andrés Iniesta was somewhere on set with the rest of his teammates. Surprise, surprise, she did know one or two footballers by name; she wasn't born yesterday.
»Are you ready for your interviews?« he asked them.
»Sure,« Jane said and smiled at the young cameraman before he led them to the area designated for doing the making-of interviews.
