Paris Adler and Sydney Blake have been college classmates for a while. Paris is captivated by Sydney's beauty and talent in fashion, while Sydney is drawn to Paris's gentle nature, photography and poetic skills. Their story is one of budding romance...
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A simple, but an uneasy Tuesday, March 7.
It has been a week with no progress in our project. Today, we are facing the reality that we only have three weeks remaining to complete it.
It is currently my vacant time, doing my homework and preparing for my tomorrow's midterm in my Cinematography class here at Fluffy Fabrics, a nearby tailoring shop.
I chose to spend my free time here to accompany Sydney, whose working with the dress with her fashion partner, Liana. This place is their working sanctuary. The backdrop of faint hum of sewing machines seems quite relaxing and add up these vibrant fabrics lined in the wall. I also hear their inaudible conversation while they are completely busy. They were making remarkable progress with their fashion line. I couldn't help but admire the look of their fashion design with their own unique twist.
Meanwhile, I am hunched over my laptop, finishing my homework for my French language course. It's all about writing a letter in French. There's something about putting thoughts into French that makes everything feel more poetic.
Despite some struggles with pronunciation, I'm slowly picking up personal phrases like "C'est pas grave," which means "It's no big deal," and"C'est génial!" if I want to say something's fantastic.
While trying to focus on the task, I felt a persistent unease gnawing at me. Our short film project was at a standstill, and the weight of our inability to continue filming loomed over me. Hector and Kelsey, our dedicated cast members, had done everything they could, yet we were stuck. It felt like we were running out of time and options.
Trying to shake off the feeling of helplessness, I turned to my bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil, and start drawing. Even I'm not an avid artist, it helps me channel my frustrations and clear my mind. I let the pencil glide over the paper, sketching whatever caught my eye in the moment.
Sydney glanced over, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Paris, are you drawing us?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with interest.
I paused, looking up at her. "Not exactly. I draw when I feel uneasy, especially now with our progress-less project. My chance of passing my crucial Cinematography course was totally jeopardized." I sighed, looking back down at the sketch forming on the paper. It wasn't anything specific, just abstract lines and shapes, but it was a way to express the turmoil and the weight of the situation I felt inside. "You already know that I had plans for my internship. And this is supposedly my last major, and then after that it will be a stepping stone toward it." I said, hopeless with slight grievance.
Sydney frowned, setting aside her fabric. "I know it's tough right now, but I'm sure you and your team get the project back on track." She added, giving him advice. "I know that none of us want to end up with this tight situation, but it cannot and will never be inevitable. We've all hit roadblocks before, and we've always managed to overcome them. This will be no different."
