Capítulo 330: Chapter 331: Indulgence
[Chapter 331: Indulgence]
"Hamlet, not bad at all. As long as it doesn't delay the shoot, you can arrange your private time as you please," Eric casually nodded, withholding any opinion. He then asked, "How's the preparation for the next scene coming along?"
Bridget Fonda visibly felt a tinge of disappointment at Eric's words. Although Cage was impressive now, he still paled in comparison to Eric.
When Bridget landed this role, she had thought that with Eric's rumored personality, something would definitely unfold during the filming, especially since she was quite confident about her looks. Unfortunately, things did not work out that way. Half a month into shooting, Eric had yet to show any signs of affection for her. The natural inclination to feel resentful crept into Bridget's mind as she couldn't shake off a sense of unfairness.
Noticing Bridget's silence, Cage quickly chimed in, "We're all set! Bridget and I have rehearsed several times in our spare moments. There won't be any issues."
"Rehearsed?" Eric instinctively asked, fully aware that after the initial shot, they had a lengthy two-minute romantic scene.
Cage realized his response might have been misleading and awkwardly clarified, "Just a bit of light rehearsal, nothing more."
Eric lost interest in such details and nodded, "Alright, prepare yourself a bit more, I'm off to check the set."
As soon as Eric left, Bridget, feeling bold, jabbed Cage lightly in the side, "Who rehearsed? We only talked casually!"
Cage felt cornered, "Am I supposed to tell the director we haven't really prepared much?"
"Well, you shouldn't say it like that. You know what the next scene is!"
"Okay, my mistake," Cage shrugged, "But Bridget, you don't stand a chance. It's pretty obvious Eric is close with his assistant, Joanna Pacula. Just the other morning, I woke up to run, and I saw her walking out of Eric's room."
Bridget was caught off guard that her little suspicion had been detected by Cage. Instinctively, she shot back, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Alright, I'll pretend I didn't say anything," Cage said and picked up the script to read.
Bridget raised her own script to shield her face but was still somewhat distracted.
...
The camera held on the quiet corridor for a moment before slowly shifting focus again to Molly, who was fully engrossed in the craft of making a vase.
The soft orange light illuminated the young lady in her simple sleeveless top, creating a subtle, indescribable beauty.
During her free time, Bridget had been learning the art of ceramics from the potter hired by the crew. A shelf nearby displayed her works from the past few days. At this moment, she appeared to be quite skilled, as a vase took form under her hands.
The silence lingered for a moment until Sam walked out from behind Molly with his shirt off, arms crossed, looking a bit groggy.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't sleep," Molly replied, glancing over.
Sam pulled a stool closer and sat behind his partner. Apologetically, he said, "I must have dozed off. What time is it?"
"Two in the morning," Molly leaned over and pecked his cheek.
After watching Molly's movements for a while, Sam took the opportunity to poke her waist gently while she leaned down, causing the vase-in-progress to distort.
Molly didn't mind, twisting her hips, and Sam was forced to release her, reaching out playfully to touch the clay, ruining a piece.
"Oh no, I hope that's not your masterpiece," Sam said with feigned sincerity.
Molly pouted, "Well, it's not anymore."
Removing the clay from the wheel, Molly planned to start over. Sam tentatively asked, "Can I help?"
"Of course, place your hands here, let the clay flow through your fingers," Molly guided Sam's actions.
However, Sam didn't keep still and kept teasing her. Gradually, Molly began to feel a spark, and the two naturally leaned in to kiss.
...
"Cut!" Eric yelled at just the right moment, prompting the actors to stop and move over to him.
After a quick briefing, the crew sprung into action, placing another identical vase on the wheel.
Even though this was the sixth take, Eric remained calm as he replayed the previous scene, explaining the strengths and weaknesses of both leads without a trace of impatience. He understood that if he showed frustration, the actors might become anxious too. Thus, his tone carried a whisper of encouragement throughout.
"Nick, your performance was nearly perfect just now, but there's one thing to note. Look at this shot, your smile came off as a bit forced; just relax a little more. And Bridget, you need to remember only one emotion: indulgence. Even when your partner is getting into mischief, you mustn't display any displeasure. Think of it as a mother indulging her mischievous child."
"Like... a mother?" Bridget asked, perplexed.
Eric nodded, "Exactly. Picture yourselves as kids while your mother cooked dinner in the kitchen, and you two ran in to 'help.' Although she pretends to be irritated by shooting you a glance, she would definitely be wearing a doting smile. I need you to convey that sense of indulgent emotion."
Hearing Eric, Bridget's expression turned somewhat lost. Eric sighed, feeling a bit defeated; it seemed she came from an unhappy family background.
"In summary, it's all about indulgence. Take five minutes, let the makeup artist help you both freshen up, and really reflect on what I just said. No rush; as long as we get the scene done today, that's what matters," Eric reiterated.
Bridget and Cage nodded and walked off to the break area. Meanwhile, Eric approached the record player, sliding in a disc of Unchained Melody and hitting play. The familiar tune filled the set, and the makeup artist tended to Bridget and Cage, who exchanged glances, understanding this was Eric's way of encouraging them to listen quietly.
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