BEHIND THE SCENES (under revision)

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"I want you Alex."

The girl closed the distance between her and the boy. As if there was any gap left. She softly brushed her lips over his as she weaved her fingers into his brown locks. Alex- I presume - was breathing heavy. It was as if he would passionately kiss her right then and there, but he didn't because he couldn't.

"What's holding you back?" She whispered seductively as her finger slowly slid into his chest. Tracing his six pack, but Alex still kept silent.

"First time big guy?" The girl looked into Alex's eyes and asked the question that Alex dreaded to hear.

No. It wasn't his first time to be in such a compromising position. It was his first time to be such a position... with a girl.

"Dana, I'm sorry but I prefer boxers over lace panties. Do you get what I mean?" Dana, sat up straighter and was shocked from Alex's confession.

"You- you're- a- a-..." Her stutter seemed to be entertaining to him

"I'm gay, honey. And frankly you're just not my type." Alex completed her sen-

"Wait, this is the surprise you've been dying to tell me? Alex is gay?" I slammed the script draft folder shut.

"You cannot turn our main man into a gay Sheila!" I turned the computer chair around, now facing her.

"I'm sorry Madam, but the writers seemed that it was a good idea to start the show." She started fiddling with her nails. A habit that I noticed would happen especially if she's nervous. In my offense, I did not intentionally shouted at her. Major problems have just been piling up and each second is counted.

"No. I will not allow this. Tell them to start making a new draft. And to give it to me next week. That's all for now."

My secretary immediately took the script from my mahogany desk and excused herself out of my office.

"Such a crazy day." I whispered to myself and was interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Ugh. What now? Come in!" I was now basically slouching. Granted the fact that I was just a 20 year old girl who's working in a television company, this was all too much for one day.

"Oooh, someone's having a bad day." Orchid entered the office and sat in front of me. I kept on massaging my temples hoping to ease the headache.

"So what is it now? Low ratings? Bad advertisements? Out of Mars bars?"

“Everything. Since Vincent left, all I hear everyday is 'Madam there’s a problem at Studio 10.' or 'Madam our ratings are low for the past five months.' or 'Madam we are having problems with the Advertisement Department.' They might as well tell me that we problems with the bathroom sink" I answered her as I leaned my head to the back of the chair. “I’m so tired Chid and you know I never run out of Mars Bars.”

"Of course you're tired. You might as well run the whole damn country while you’re at it." She moved the chair closer to my desk. “Val, you're only 20 years old and you run a TV company. I'm pretty sure that dream has never been achieved by any 40 year old I know." My best friend spoke her usual comforting words.

"The only 40 year old you know is Mr. Frederick. And that, my friend, is already harassment for someone as old as him. Why do you like him anyways?" I tried to change the subject. A new topic might be good to take my mind off things.

For now.

"He's the lost twin if George Clooney Val. And you know how I am with Georgie." She flipped her hair and stared out into the ceiling with her usual dreamy eyes.