A/N,
Just a warning, I used google translate for the Spanish texts so they most likely won't be correct.
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"And cut!"
They were currently backstage shooting the music video for her new single Havana. They never thought that it would be such a hit, Camila even needed to persuade her fucking manager for it.
She just finished the first scene, still wearing the long yellow dress, showing off her bare shoulder.
"Damn Mila you did great out there." Her friend Hailee approached her and gave her a hug.
Camila grinned at her. "Thanks Haiz." They ended their hug and sat down across from eachother.
"How many scenes are left before you're done with the shoot?" Hailee looked at her questioningly.
Camila's furrowed her eyebrows and scrunched up her nose. "I think.... about five more?" She stated more like a question.
"Camila you need to get changed into your next outfit and get to the make-up fast as possible!" The director shouted. Camila rolled her eyes and said a quick bye before hurrying of towards the dressing rooms leaving Hailee alone.
She closed the door behind her and quickly changed into the new outfit for the second scene. She grabbed the glasses before walking towards the 'make-up' room.
People quickly sat her down onto a chair before doing her make-up and hair. Camila hated this part, the people were so chaotic walking around, shouting things to eachother and all the different tools touching her skin to make her look pretty.
Like... Come on everyone knew she looked pretty without the shit load of make-up applied onto her face... Well everyone besides the haters.
When they finished, she got pulled off the chair and pushed towards the direction of the set. She put on the glasses adjusting them a bit.
"You look perfect Camila, let's rock this scene." The director gave her a thumbs up before directing her where she should sit.
"Okay take one!"
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"Take ten!"
She looked at the movie with interest, the small screen showing a girl in an yellow dress.
Suddenly the television turned off making her drop the tissue box while she threw her hands in the air from irritation. "What?! No, no, no, no what happened?"
She leaned foreward before directing her attention towards her abuelita.
"Abuelita do you know what happened to the tv?" She waited for her to answer.
"mi amor, no toqué el control remoto. Estoy aquí con las patatas." (My love, I didn't touch the remote. I'm here with the potatoes.)
Her sister walked into the kitchen, laughing.
"Bella, ¿Por qué no llevas a tu hermana a bailar contigo? Ahora veo que estás vestida." (Why don't you take your sister out dancing with you now you're all dresses up?)
Karla now stood in the kitchen also. "But I don't wanna go dancing-" "But she don't wanna go dancing, why don't you just stick to your old-" Karla reached out towards the remote trying to get it first. "Hey."
They now both walked around the table, Belle with the remote imitating Karla. "Give it back, Give it back."
Their abuelita shouted loudly. "Esparcirse! Esparcirse!" (Relax! Relax!)
