Hollywood Art: System of sunnys

-You're distracted, - a voice behind Gwyneth commented. She responded differently; it was obvious she was still thinking about irrelevant things. She was on set and didn't know how this character managed to unsettle her.

-You shouldn't be here, in the studio, - Gwyneth said, looking around at the people nearby. The atmosphere was empty, and there was a trailer nearby. They were in production, and for now, the attention was focused on the enclosed setting.

-Miss the chance to see you looking beautiful? Ha, come on, we both know there's more than chemistry between you and me, - the man said, trying to grab the girl by her arms, but she resisted, pulling away from his grasp.

-Stop harassing me, Leonardo. I have no interest in being with a guy like you. You're just a newcomer, - Gwyneth said.

-Ha, the newcomer you yearn for. You think you can deny it, but you're completely desperate. Something that wrinkles that cute forehead, darling, - Leo commented, invading the blonde's personal space, taking her by the waist while burying his nose in her neck.

Her green eyes sparkled as the blonde's legs began to weaken.

-What are you talking about? Leave me alone, - she responded, trying to step back, wanting to refuse, but she was more reluctant, unlike before. At that moment, the blonde started to give in forcefully to everything that was happening. It was a common occurrence, and the way everything unfolded was crucial because Leonardo started to cut off the escape routes. The attraction between the two was undeniable.

-I brought some of the wine we drank earlier, - Leonardo commented.

-Just go away and leave me alone, - Gwyneth said, freeing herself from his clutches, and running away with a feeling of distress. Every detail was photographed by the paparazzi, although it seemed hidden, Gwyneth's relationship was not well-known in the newspapers but was known in the industry, as privacy only surrounded a few meetings that were under notice.

***

-Ah, the girl... that actress is a real fool, - William Donner commented, the patriarch of the family, looking at the future photos that were beginning to circulate on a small scale, all for the sake and favor of the family.

-Your predictions were correct, sir, - Charles, one of the young men who was always taking care of William, commented.

-They were, and in such a way that I only hope my dear Amelia can accomplish what we're planning. You can bring that model, - William commented, thinking it was time to meet this Billy Carson who had been in his thoughts for a long time. Little Amelia was turning 16, but it wasn't enough; she was too young to be part of an arranged marriage.

-I can propose everything, sir. Sometimes you can be very persuasive, although the young man doesn't know it, he makes many mistakes that a future wealthy man shouldn't make, as everything has been profiled, - Charles commented.

-I like that she's innocent. It's in that unawareness that I see the mistakes many make: false happiness, foolishness, the oasis we show to the world's people can make them embroil themselves in silly fights, - William commented.

The door was knocked, and Charles began to put away all the documents on the table while William sat at his desk. There were topics of investment, metals, gas, oil, transportation, and communications; curiously, they held a 15% stake in Viacom, among other companies scattered across his desk. Ten minutes passed while the person at the door waited there patiently.

Charles opened the door.

-Thank you for seeing me, Father, - Shawn Weatherly commented.

-Come in, my dear, and have a seat, - William Donner said, looking her up and down. She wore a long black dress, knee-length. Despite being 52 years old, she was still so beautiful—a good investment, he thought for his son, Agustus.

-Permission granted, - the young woman replied. There wasn't much formality, but there was respect. Although etiquette was necessary, people began to reject all the pomp and decided to establish basic etiquettes among the powerful and some social gatherings just to satisfy the ego of some individuals. Even now, he drifted away from those thoughts.

-I hate it when things don't go perfectly. That's why I did everything possible for people to forget your name. Now I find a sufficient opportunity to stabilize the family, - William commented.

-Father... -

He fell silent, seeing Charles's fearful look, who always used to help him. He took the silence that corresponded to him.

-Is Amelia meeting upbringing expectations? - William asked.

He could do nothing but nod. She had done everything possible to keep Amelia up to the demanding pace required. She paid for the teachers to be stricter and to grade her work with extreme demands. The promise of a higher average for any gift and the counter position that it is hard to earn. The long motivational talks so that his daughter wouldn't give up, and the encouraging words, were a testament to her grandfather.

-Good. You may leave, - William said, in a deep voice.

***

Billy finished shooting for the day, his face covered in dust, from his hair that looked gray from all the sand hitting it to his entire body being covered in sand. They had been filming for four days, with long shoots of at least fourteen hours each day, and the pace was exhausting the entire production, with teams rotating. The exhaustion was evident.

-Cut. -

 -Wow, -Billy sighed, completely exhausted. The thick dark circles under the director's eyes were a clear indication that he wasn't the only one feeling the strain. Each take yielded barely 20 minutes of footage, composed of 40-minute sequences, and the plan was to double the capture time to at least two hours.

-Don't worry, we're all in the same boat, - commented William Dafoe.

-I beg to differ, - Billy replied, taking a sip of water and watching Winona, who was bouncing around with enthusiasm, seemingly contrary to everyone else around her.

-We're just mortals, she's the flower in the desert that will bring the film to stardom, - commented William, particularly profound. He was a person with great knowledge of literature, poetry, and cinema, making him pleasant to converse with.

-Your poetry is gaining traction; I can see she's reading the book you recommended recently, - Billy commented, opening a beer from the small refrigerator in the makeshift production town taken over to shoot most of the scenes in the desert.

-Ahhh, a good beer after work, - said William. - Colin, come on, boy, have a beer with these uncultured American men. -

Colin lifted his nose in jest, showing a hint of his character, Geoffrey, before bursting into laughter in a not-very-decent manner, breaking the facade of a pretentious Brit and embracing his charisma.

-I want one too, - Winona said, to Billy's surprise, and everyone's surprise, Winona befriended Colin Firth, the man who played her husband, and it seemed they were becoming great friends, along with a particularly talkative Willem.

-My dear, you're everything they say, - commented Willem, opening another beer.

-Hahaha, please, we have to get up early tomorrow. If you keep flattering me, you might not finish your first beer today, - Winona commented, ignoring that Willem was someone who easily took Winona's teasing and the way everything started to flow with beer, while the light from the street lamps accompanied them. Everyone was dirty from the sand, and a drink before bed was the perfect time.

-I think it's time for me to go, - said Billy, nodding about his business problems. They were on a fast track with his companies, creating the animated channel for children under 7 years old and the documentary channel, both aimed at expanding animation contests, telling stories, creating logos, and programs, and using CGI.

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