Perfect Imperfections : Jazz

Lone

Chapter 1:

Jazz's POV:

"Damn it cut!" he yelled at the main actor of the film.

He went down from his chair, and slowly walk towards the main actor.

"What? Are you fucking stupid? What the fuck are you smiling around when the scene was supposed to be touchy!" he roared again.

In his peripheral vision he saw his staffs came close to him.

"Direk kalma, nandiyan iyong CEO at producer--"

"I don't give a fuck!" he cutted in.

He doesn't really care about they will say to him nor think, if the things doesn't favor him, it's not okay.

"You! I don't care who you are, and who are the people you connected with, you suck at acting, you waste my time and get the hell out here!" he yelled.

He was known as the best film and tv director, his word was known worldwide and he's got a lot of awards all over, and now he was directing this action drama movie yet the main actor sucks at acting...bigtime.

He worked with various great actors and actresses but now they gave him...

This trash. he disgustingly said inside his head.

It's like an insult to his part.

Though he was known to be one of the greatest, but he was also known as the short tempered person...he requires immense amount of perfection and no further idiocacy.

"Direktor ka lang" he heard the actor said about him.

"Say what?" his face darkened, he doesn't like people who belittle a person.

"What is happening here?" he heard a voice say, he turn to his side and saw a man hitting sixties and his eyebrow  went up and look at the people around them.

"O-oh, I'm sorry  Sir Mikhailov--"

"Shut it, remove this small sausage in front of me" he dismissed them and started walking out.

He needs a breather.

Ever since he was a kid he doesn't like mingling with many people, or working with them, you can say he is a snobber and anti social, but he doesn't care, because it feels like people around him cannot hold what's inside his head so he never talk to anyone else.

So at the very young age he was writing and just watching movies and then eventually he liked them both so he ended up being a film director.

His brows furrowed when his phone suddenly rings.

"Wha--"

"Huwag mo akong supladuhan, wala pa akong sinasabi" his temper suddenly dies down when he head his mother's voice.

His mother was the only one could do that, not because he was afraid...well, that's given but more on he was respecting her.

"I'm sorry, medyo inis lang po" he said in calmer voice.

His mother was a Filipina, both of him and his brother knows how to speak tagalog, but since he was into writing, automatically he was also in reading so, mas magaling siyang managalog keysa sa kapatid niyang si Bass.

They we both teens when his family decided to live here in the Philippines for good, his father said that their mother is missing her homeland so they decided to put up a business after leaving the mafia, yes, his dad was the of the mafia.

His family never keep anything secret, it's the rule.

Though before it never occurred to him that his dad was the leader of a mafia before because of his kind looks, but looks can be very deceiving.