5. First day on set
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A full week had passed since the casting job she did with Luis. It was the only week she got or tried to rest before the schedules changed—early mornings or late night shoots, the worse was always emergency shoots in case something occured.
It has happened once when the scenes shot that day sadly go lost and they had to shot everything from scratch. They worked double that day making her leave at 12 AM.
Adjusting her cap she pursed her lips watching as staff rushed with shooting equipment, getting everything ready.
“Good morning!” a cheerful voice greeted her—only one person she knew could be that happy about the morning, Anne.
Locking eyes with the petite platinum blonde woman, who obviously had a wide smile on her face given by her voice.
Rue tilted her head to the side a bit before simply shrugging, as a response to her friend. “Horrible really but morning.” she mumbled.
That had always been her response in the morning and good thing was Anne suck around long enough to know what to do.
With a smirk she exposed the thing she had been hiding behind her back, handing over the coffee to Rue she spoke. “Didn’t get much sleep?”
“Didn’t sleep actually.” she mumbled taking a sip out her cup, immediately a relieved smile overtook her tired expression—relief, it was just how she liked it.
“Rue why?” Anne asked worried.
Tiredly she shrugged holding the cup of coffee to her chest. “Because Luis pulled another stunt.”
“What happened?”
“You don’t know? That motherfucking cunt made me write a whole script again because he ‘accidentally’ deleted it from the flash and neither of us had a copy. Worse part was the showing starts today and it was 12 AM.”
Nothing of it made sense to Anne and for that exact reason she furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait a second Rue, when did you give him the flash?” she questioned staring into her friends eyes.
“Days ago.”
With a nod she asked another question. “Okay, is it not mandatory to share the scripts to the main cast a week before filming?”
“Yeah I believe.”
“So he made you write a whole script again when in real sense copies were already given?” she pointed out tilting her head—Luis played her.
When realization hit her she clenched the fists. “That motherfucking bastard.”
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“Luis Alejandro De León!” Rue shouted making her way to the purple haired man seated comfortably near some people.
Rue and Anne only ever used his full name when he was in trouble, he knew that for sure. And it wasn’t only because of her glare but the woman trailing behind her smiling—he was in some big s**t.
Jumping out of his seat he held his arms forward as a defence, he couldn’t risk getting slapped in an audience.
“Rue hold on now, let me explain.”
“You imbécil!” she called him out slapping the hand he placed on her shoulder.
“Rue calm down you don’t have to insult me in Spanish, let me explain first.” the man pleaded.
With once glance over her shoulder she saw the shocked expressions on the people’s face—maybe it hadn’t been so good calling him out when he was with some of the staff members.
Glaring back at Luis she forced a smile. “I don’t have to insult you in Spanish huh? Okay big boy.”
“Thank you!” the man breathed out relaxing a bit—though he shouldn’t have been at all.
“Salope, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec toi. je ne me suis pas endormi à cause de ta merde!” she hissed still glaring at the lost boy.
“Just insult me in Spanish at this point because I don’t understand french, but I think I’m highly offended.”
“Imbécile incompétent!” Rue spat.
“Switch back Rue!”
“Tu sais que j'ai désespérément besoin de repos. je travaille mon cul chaque putain de jour Luis!”
“You unleashed the monster!” giggling Anne commented beside The earning a sharp glare from Luis.
“Shut up you!” Luis hissed. Taking his attention back on the girl who hadn’t stopped speaking French—more of lecturing him. He grabbed her by the shoulders, “Rue darling, baby boo, love of my life please speak English.”
It wasn’t to any success though as Rue hastily slapped his hand away. “Ne me bébé pas!” she glared at him.
“Rue?” Anne spoke softly while her gaze wasn’t so kind to the pouting Luis, who happened to be guilt tripping her into helping.
“Qu'est-ce que vous voulez!” Rue snapped at her, her glare a bit soften when she saw who she shouted at.
“English, speak English.”
“Oh English...” she mumbled nodding her head.
“Finally!” Luis breathed out earning both the women to glare at him once more.
“Eres estúpido!” both Rue and Anne hissed at him—Funny how they both learnt Spanish to insult him.
“I am not!” he objected shaking his head.
“You are and I’m not done with you, just wait.” Rue warned before walking away from her friend.
“Mi amor!”
“f*****g cunt!” she shouted back flipping him off, not even daring to look back.
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