It's Like Rain (Orlando Bloom/OC)

Chapter 10: Up And Down Again

A/N: Another long chapter. Editing this has been pain in the butt. Reminding still, that this is a catharsis of mine. I needed to get this out on the paper, after what happened to my fiance. 

"Are my dreams broken?

Dreams never break

They begin and they end

And then they begin again"

Orlando's POV

3:23 am after another day of shooting that took more than 17 hours to accomplish and I'm tired to the bone. The horizon is the same color as it was when I woke up 24 hours ago. Since then, I've dozed off twice for about 20 minutes, which isn't nearly enough, when you come to think of it. I'm dead tired.

John had us run around in the sand and sun all day long. Back and forth, forward, backwards, sideways, upside and down, and carrying all kinds of props, shooting and throwing things at each other and fighting and rolling in the sand, that was now in all kind of places, I didn't know existed. At least, they did not exist before I came here.

Around the twelfth hour people were already dragging their asses, but past sixteenth hour John got to bellow out what he really though of us.

The seventeen hours long a day is due to a poorly planned schedule and the numerous permit issues with the Egyptian, Zimbabwean and Moroccan government, and there isn't a soul on this set who doesn't wish that no more glitches will occur, because this is supposed to be over in two weeks.

Two more weeks and I'm free of the Sirocco. Where ever I turn my face to look at, the same expression 'this will be over in two weeks' is visible at everyone's faces.

This day, though, was hot, like hot for no damn reason, and I swear I was sweating off rivers.

At the very moment, when John shouts "That's a wrap, check the gate," I bounce off the set faster than ever before, even though, I usually hang around just for the kick of it.

Well, an intensive day like this is a huge change for the days when I sit in a make up chair for the first 4 hours, wait for 3 to 6 hours to shoot for a scene and the shooting for about 3 minutes of it and then go back to wait in the trailer. Not that I absolutely hated to have some free time. But when I think back of Haven, it was filmed in two weeks with a definitely intensive shooting schedule, but it was all worth it. Okay, so maybe it didn't take off in the theaters, but that's what I wanted to do. Like, I wanted to do the Sirocco as well, but after filming it for nearly a year it is slowly starting to irritate me.

It's fucking 3:30 am and I'm hot, dirty, hungry and thirsty and tired!

I crawl back into my trailer, after the make-up crew cleans the fake mud, fake soot and blood from my face. I take a quick look at the filming schedule for tomorrow and realize I don't have to be there until afternoon. I sigh, relieved, for as simple of a reason as that. For once in his disoriented brain John has been clever enough not to put me do any camera work after a 17 hour day of running. He's a decent guy, but right now he's under so much pressure that he is turning into a shithead.

I grab something little to eat; a sandwich I got earlier from the caterer, and an apple, and although it's not nearly enough I'm too tired to go and get some more. The fridge is stuffed with bottled water and with distaste I take one and pop the cap open; I'd rather drink a beer.