~Story 7: Take 15~

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(Anonymous POV)

"What I've always wanted to say is...is that you were always first in my life. You might've thought that...I didn't care but I did. And um...I think that even though you're gone, I've been presented with this chance to tell you how I feel. But uh, I've never done this before you know? I've never expressed my feelings to another human being. So if my confession sounds like absolute crap, don't judge. Here goes everything...

Vanessa... I've-"

Suddenly a shot rang out. A bullet whizzed through the air. The bullet pierced the man's chest. Blood soaked through the man's crisp white shirt. The man gasped in shock. He fell to his knees. He pressed his hand over his heart. "Vanessa" he choked out. "I'm- I'm sorry".

The man collapsed on freshly dug up dirt, next to a grey headstone. Thunder shook the sky. Lightning flashed. It began to pour. Then, out of nowhere, a phone started to ring.

🎶Shot in the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name🎶

Groans sounded all about he room. "Come on Jerry! We've all told you 1,000 times to turn your phone on silent before coming to set!"

The cameraman (AKA Jerry) flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry boss" he said. The director sighed. "It's fine Jerry. Uh....Andrew, we need you to do the scene again."

The man who was supposedly dead, rose from the ground and stood up with an exasperated look on his face. "Seriously?! That was the best take yet!" He exclaimed. The director nodded and scratched the back of her head. "Yeah. Yeah I know." She yelled to the rest of the cast and crew "Everyone take 15!"

FIN

Written by chanaenae88

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