|| 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 || 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌/𝑮𝒖𝒏 || 𝗘𝗡𝗚 ||

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 6

As time passed, the weather began to improve allowing the team to finally resume their work. The air was even milder if we omitted the fact that the wind was still omnipresent on the island but it was softened by the rays of the sun. The shoots were progressing well and took place in a good atmosphere, although the team had to adapt in order to avoid wasting too much time in the planning, by changing the organization of the scenes. The actors had to adapt to these changes and modify their acting as needed to make their characters believable.

A talent that certain actors mastered to perfection ... to the detriment of others.

"It's not to upset you, Gun. I just wanted to give you some advice,"Peam pleaded with a solicitude that seemed arrogant to his interlocutor.

"I don't need your advice, I know how to play my role, thank you," Gun replied dryly without looking at the young actor sitting across from him.

Peam's gaze was annoyed at his older's refusal to cooperate. The sun was at its zenith and the actors requisitioned for the shooting of the day offered themselves a well-deserved lunch break after many unsuccessful attempts to shoot a single scene.

They had gone to town for lunch on the terrace of a typical small restaurant and were enjoying both local products and the hot sun. The dishes were varied and exotic with enticing smells that glistened in the sunlight. Their pucks were having a great time and this moment should have softened the spirits.

But the mood was not for fun and relaxation. 

And for good reason: a tension was slowly established between two actors during the shooting. Gun and Peam were in constant disagreement and their stubbornness had delayed the work and, exhausted, the producer had ended the shoot for a break. Mark considered this decision a failure...

"Look, I just think at this point in the story Thai should be feeling more jealousy and bitterness because he sees the boy he loves hesitating to return to his former lover," Peam explained insistently, tempting to make his elder listen to him with a tone curiously bitter for this young actor so enthusiastic.

"I know what to do, I don't need your help," Gun objected coldly without looking up from his dish. Which would not have changed much since the actor wore thick sunglasses to avoid the glare imposed by the light rays.

"So why are you playing sadness? It goes against your character !" Peam persisted, exasperated by the other actor's indifferent behavior.

"Take charge of your role and let me handle mine," Gun said, intractable.

"But your performance depicts mine and the unfolding of the scene, that's why I'm telling you that !" Peam pointed out, exhausted, shrugging nervously in his chair. 

"When I need advice from a beginner, I will let you know"

Peam parted his lips, showing an offended expression as he had to put up with the harsh, inflexible - and unfair - tone of his elder. The argument had gently started on the bus leading them into town. Gun was in a gloomy mood as he thought he was the cause of their delay and the interruption of the scene. Peam, in a conciliatory spirit, had taken it into his head to awkwardly comfort the older actor by first giving him "advice" on his playing style. Something he should never have done but no one had dared to put the young boy in his place when his intentions were noble.