Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

45. Emre ends it with Leyla

"You're good to go," the stylist, Mara pats Osman's jacket down one more time and he nods in thanks, stepping out of the trailer. He stops outside and looks down at his outfit. "I'll go tell the director you're ready, Mr Osman."

"Mr Osman," he chuckles to himself and takes a deep breath. He was still getting used to being adressed as such. When he looks up from his shoes, he spots a bright pink jacket and red jumper to his right. Is that...? "Ayhan?" he calls.

Ayhan's head whips round, and she smiles stiffly. "Osman? What - Wow, uh, how are you?" She walks over, her eyes sliding to the side before she does.

He meets her halfway and hugs her.
"Fine," he nods and stands back, "what are you doing here?"

"I'm - "

"And if you're here who's in the shop?"

"I got bored. And I missed you, so I decided to come and visit."

Osman smiles. "That's sweet." He looks over his shoulder. "Okay, you can stay and watch."

"Of course I will. I'm sure you'll be great." She grins and pats his shoulder.

"Mr Osman, we're starting." The unit director calls and he nods.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Come here big brother," Ayhan coos and hugs him again. "Good luck." She then pushes him to go to set lightly and he chuckles, shaking his head. "I'll be right here," she promises, jumping on the spot like a starfish.

"Osman will come out of the cafe, you'll surround him. It's not that hard. Attack him right away with the fist, alright? I want - "

"Excuse me, Mr Director sir? Sorry to interrupt," the director turns to Muzaffer tapping his shoulder. "Am I not too blendy? I want to stand out. Also, maybe I can get some makeup or something?"

"What? Never! You look ready for the catwalk my boy! Very good." .

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"I'll be nominated for 'best supporting actor'," Muzaffer laughs and looks at Osman wiggling his brows.

"Yes, Muzo," Osman nods at him.

The director inhales deeply and then sighs, "Alright, Osman, you're going to be surrounded by the thugs...the first to attack you is Muzaffer, you take him out fast."

"Wait a minute, my name in this, is it Muzaffer? I think we need to have another name for me. How am I supposed to get into the role of this person if he has the same name I do?"

Osman shakes his head and steps past them to go to his mark. The other 'thugs' were already waiting to start.

"You don't need a name. You are an extra with no need for a name or lines. All you have to do is attack Osman when I say 'Action'. That's it."

"But sir, how can I attack him as Muzaffer? He is like my brother. I can attack him if my name is Nejmettin or something but not Muzaffer. Camil even is a good name for an attacker. This is acting right? I have to act like someone else - "

"You wanted us to give you a role, right? We gave you a role. You don't get to demand things. You take it or you leave."

"Right, right." Muzaffer nods and starts jumping up and down to wanr up. "Ooh, wait," he stops and the director gives him an irritated look, "can my character know Kung Fu? I know some moves!" he laughs and kicks the air lamely.

"Amazing. Yes." The director quickly walks to the side and then gets his megaphone. "Okay! Let's start people!"

Osman tries not to laugh at Muzaffer practicing his 'moves', having last minute checkups done on his hair.
As if it were fate, he looks to the right and his breath catches in his throat.