Today is a rare day off for me since the scenes being filmed don't involve my character. Morris is the one putting in a grueling fourteen-hour shift. I've taken full advantage of the downtime, indulging in a luxurious bath and sleeping in until eleven. After four consecutive thirteen-hour days on set, this reprieve is like a slice of heaven.
But amidst the relief of relaxation, there's an undercurrent of exhaustion and isolation. Filming a movie isn't just about the long hours; it's also about navigating unfamiliar territory. Being the outsider on set adds an extra layer of challenge, especially when the camaraderie among the cast and crew feels just out of reach.
And then there's Michael, once again wrapped up in one of his inexplicable moods. Mama K relayed the message that he was giving me the cold shoulder, but I was not about to bend over backward trying to decipher his whims. I've got my own battles to fight, and his silent treatment isn't one of them.
Prince's arrival around two o'clock signals the end of my solitary respite. His buoyant mood is a stark contrast to my own, but I try to muster a smile as he flits about the room. His energy is infectious, and I find myself abandoning my book to stretch out the kinks in my muscles.
But as the afternoon wears on, boredom creeps in like a stubborn fog. I scan through the local paper in search of entertainment options, only to find that I've exhausted every movie screening in the area. The lack of diversions in this small town is suffocating, a stark contrast to the bustling streets of New York.
Frustration mounts, manifesting in restless pacing and fumbled attempts to retrieve my fallen book. In a moment of indignity, I find myself contorted over the back of the couch, ass in the air, as I reach for the elusive tome. It's then that I hear his voice, a jarring interruption to the solitude.
"Nice ass," he remarks, his tone laced with a blend of audacity and intrigue. "A little small, but I can fatten it up real quick."
I spring upright, cheeks flaming with embarrassment as I shoot him a playful glare. His unabashed gaze meets mine, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
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All he does is continue to stare.
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