⋆ 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ⋆ 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼. 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

ｌｕｍｉèｒｅ， ｃａｍéｒａ， ａｃｔｉｏｎ

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Hannah's voice rang out loudly, 'Lights, camera, action!' as the new scene began. A spotlight illuminated Nicholas and Jacob, who were beginning the first day of filming, just like any other film. From one of the chairs, Violet watched them closely.

although the scene didn't last long as Hannah shouted "cut!" within moments.

"‘Sorry, sorry!’ Nicholas exclaimed apologetically. He had been unusually distracted that day, and it was the fifth time he had asked to stop the scene. Violet frowned in frustration, watching him struggle to stay focused.

Violet stood up decisively from her chair, her expression serious, and requested a few minutes to speak with her coworker. Noticing her concern, Nicholas, already feeling the weight of his stress, reluctantly agreed and walked with her. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.

"‘Yes... I mean,’ Nicholas hesitated, glancing at her, expecting a scolding look that would make him clam up or feel uncomfortable. But instead, he was met with a gaze of reassurance and understanding, one that made him feel important.

For the first time, he found himself opening up to her with a confidence he rarely experienced. ‘This scene... it's complicated,’ he admitted. ‘I don't want to mess it up and ruin everything.’"

He didn't know if it was because of last night's conversation that he was able to tell her that so vulnerablely, or because she was simply Violet.

Violet’s eyes softened as she reached for Nicholas’s shoulder, gently squeezing it. “Nicholas, you’re doing great. I know this is hard, but you’re not alone in this. You don’t have to be perfect, and no one’s expecting that from you.”

She gave him a warm, reassuring smile. “You have so much talent, and I know you care about getting it right, but we’ll figure it out together, okay? I believe in you—more than you know.” Her voice was tender, filled with a quiet affection. “You don’t have to carry all that pressure on your own. I’m here, and we’ve got this.”

Nicholas felt a wave of emotion as Violet’s words sank in, her tenderness wrapping around him like a warm embrace. Her faith in him was undeniable, and it touched him in a way he hadn’t expected. His heart swelled, and for the first time that day, the weight on his shoulders lifted.

He gazed at her, his confidence slowly returning. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with gratitude.

With a renewed sense of calm and strength, he walked back to the set, feeling her support with every step. He wasn’t just ready to finish the scene—he felt like he could conquer anything, knowing Violet was by his side.

And so it happened, the rest of the scenes were a piece of cake for Nicholas, showing in each scene what a good actor he is and how he deserves to be there.

Nicholas felt a wave of relaxation wash over him after wrapping up some challenging scenes. Deciding to take a break, he wandered around the set, enjoying the energy of the bustling atmosphere. As he strolled, he caught sight of Violet, who was playfully acting for fun, embodying a character with an infectious enthusiasm that drew everyone in.

When the camera switched off, she quickly transformed into herself, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she delivered a clever joke that had the entire crew erupting in laughter. The sound of her laughter was pure and melodic, echoing like a beautiful song in the air. It was a sound that seemed to brighten the entire set, her joy radiating like sunshine breaking through the clouds.