Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

49. What an actor you are

Sanem's fingers flew across the keyboard as she wrote, new inspiration springing up as she thought with her heart, not her mind. She got stuck at some points, but she managed to finish it and printed it out with a grin. "I can't wait to rub this in their faces," she says to Dilara and stands up.

"Good luck," Dilara mutters, stuck on her own work as she crumples up another page.

Sanem goes to Deren first, waving the page and Deren takes it, reading through. Sanem explains as she reads, thinking that maybe an audio would help her understand what she was saying. Deren frowns and her lips tout out, her eyebrow lifting. Rolling her eyes, she turns away and hands the page back, shaking her head.

Sanem's smile drops once more as she takes it and Deren waves a hand for her to leave. She groans and walks out. She throws it away and starts over. Her 'inspiration' was starting to be non-existent after three tries.
This is so boring! Oh my God, why can't I write anything? And why don't they like it?! It's not even that bad!

Can's dismissals were the worst. She was following his advice and every time she gave him a new page he would rip it up and her heart would sink. She hated it when he was in 'boss mode'. She wanted him to love everything she did all the time, no matter what it was or how it looked. But sadly, it seemed he knew how how to seperate his feelings from his oppression. She takes the newly ripped up page with a grimace after he smiles at her and shakes his head that he hated this one too.

She pulled in JJ to help her after that. Or at least give her some notes. He told her as soon as she started that it stunk and pointed out that she had the right idea but she was using it wrong. Her sentences made no sense in context and it was too bland at times and too mushy at others.

She has enough and snap, starting to punch him to get away. He was the closest and she needed an outlet for her frustrations. He pushes back and she jumps up, silently shoving him. This was such a normal occurrence that no one batted an eye. Sanem hisses at him to go away and throws a rubberband ball at him.

After attempt 8, her hands are in her hair and her she was starting to feel cross-eyed. Is this what writers go through? Oh my God! Why did I think it would be easy? There's so much more to this than just putting words on paper. Ugh!

She lays her head down and types in same letter out of pure block, until Volkan returns from his own venture to the two bosses with a smile.

"They liked it?" Sanem asks politely, sitting up and smiling.

"They did," he nods, grinning.

That's great! Yay Volkan...Hm...I wonder what he wrote...? She tilts her head to try and take a peek at his idea. She's about three lines in when he sees her and frowns, turning it over and moving it to the other side. He purses his lips, giving her a 'really?' look. She turns her own around and slams her palm down on it. She looks at her screen and sighs. "Being a writer is so difficult. I've been going to them all day with my ideas and they've hated all of them. I don't understand why," she scoffs, "I'm a genius."

Volkan shrugs. "It's normal behavior. I started as an intern, i know what they do with you. It took me a year to prove myself."

"What are you saying?" she gasps in mock sympathy. "You mean you were just as worthless then?" You wouldn't even help me with a hint as to what they might like... He looks at her in question. "Oh, no, sorry," she says quickly and smiles, waving it off, "I didn't mean that you're worthless anymore. I am. Apparently," she huffs. "Uhm, can I ask you something?" He blinks, waiting. "It's just a tiny hint," she rolls her chair closer. "Small, tiny little seed of an idea. Can I - " He shuts his laptop and she looks at it. "Are you leaving?"