Chapitre 285: Moments
Lucas couldn't help but smile as he finished the last chord of the song, his fingers lingering on the guitar strings for a moment longer. Jennifer's face was a mix of amazement and admiration, her eyes shining with awe.
"That's... that's amazing," she breathed out, her words trailing off in wonder. "You're... you're amazing. How do you do it? How does your brain work to make such a beautiful song?"
Lucas chuckled and set the guitar aside, an air of modesty about him. "That's a secret."
"Secret, huh?" Jennifer replied with a playful laugh. "Will you share your secret if I share my secret with you?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You? Hiding something from me?"
Jennifer's cheeks flushed slightly as she nervously played with a strand of her dyed hair. "Well... I've been thinking about... um... cutting my hair. After the filming wraps up, of course." The words tumbled out in a rush. "I've consulted with some experts, and they say the constant dyeing is... it's not so good for my hair. It's... it's being damaged."
Silence fell between them, and Jennifer couldn't help but feel insecure, as if Lucas wouldn't like the new look. "So... will you share your secret now?" she asked, attempting to change the subject.
Lucas didn't immediately respond, instead, he gently caressed her hair, enjoying the feel of it between his fingers. "Even if you did cut your hair, you'd still be beautiful, you know that, right?"
Jennifer's insecurity was evident in her voice, "Really? It's not... gross?"
Lucas shook his head, "No, it's not gross. It's... it's beautiful. Don't doubt it." He smiled reassuringly, "In fact, to stop damaging your hair further, I think you should consider cutting it now."
Jennifer sighed, her shoulders drooping, "I don't think it's possible, Lucas. They still need my... my real hair for this."
"A wig would solve the problem, though," Lucas countered.
"No," Jennifer chuckled, waving off the suggestion. "Don't worry about it. My hair can handle it. It's not that bad."
Lucas looked unconvinced, but he relented with a sigh. "Alright, then... just make sure to take care of it, alright?"
Jennifer nodded, a grateful smile on her face. "Now, are you just trying to distract me so you wouldn't have to tell me your secret?"
Lucas laughed, his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, you got me." He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll tell you one of my secrets."
Jennifer leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Go on, spill your secret!"
Lucas's eyes seemed to hold a secret as he leaned in close to Jennifer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "I actually have... a mental ability that helps me with my acting and singing..."
After the revelation, he straightened up, a grin playing on his lips as he waited for her reaction. "What do you think? A big secret, huh?"
Jennifer stared at him for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. "You're so ridiculous, you know that?" She playfully nudged his shoulder. "I should've known you'd come up with something absurd like this."
"But... I'm telling the truth!" Lucas protested, his expression comically aghast.
"Sure, sure," Jennifer said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I'm a fairy princess from Planet Zurgon."
"I'm not lying!" Lucas insisted, but his words were undermined by the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Your acting skills are great, I'll give you that." Jennifer laughed, ruffling his hair. "But you're a terrible liar, you know that, right?"
Lucas chuckled, shrugging off the jab. "Alright, alright. I can't fool you. But one day, I'll prove it to you. Just you wait," he said, pointing a finger at her.
"I'm sure you will," Jennifer replied, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "In the meantime, let's get some rest. Big day tomorrow."
---
Early in the day, the cast and crew of the Hunger Games gathered for their daily choreography lessons. Sam Hargrave, the stunt coordinator, oversaw the actors as they practiced their fight sequences.
Jennifer couldn't contain her laughter as she rehearsed her moves with Meta Golding, the two of them clearly enjoying themselves. The same energy echoed throughout the training area as the cast prepared for the 75th Hunger Games shooting.
Lucas, on the other hand, was paired up with the brawny Bruno Gunn. Despite their size difference, Lucas, lean and fit, managed to overpower the burly Bruno, albeit in a playful manner. Crew members couldn't help but capture the lighthearted moment on their phones, often laughing along with the actors.
As Lucas held Bruno in what looked like a friendly wrestling move, Bruno asked between breaths, "Hey, buddy, this is not a wrestling match, right?"
"I know, I know," Lucas grunted, but he was smiling. "Just wanted to see if you've got any moves."
Lucas laughed, releasing his grip on Bruno's arm. "Sorry, man. Did I hurt you?"
Bruno shook his head, "Nah, it's cool. I've had worse."
"Phew, that's a relief," Lucas joked, helping Bruno up. "We don't want to be carried out of here before the real action starts."
"Amen to that," Bruno agreed, both men laughing as they repositioned themselves for another take.
"You're a good sparring partner, by the way," Lucas said, wiping the sweat off his brow.
Bruno grunted in agreement, "Surprising, really. You're stronger than you look."
Lucas grinned, "Thanks, I guess. I dabble in martial arts from time to time."
And it was the truth, sort of. While he didn't attend a real-life dojo, Lucas had his own training ground - his Mind Workshop. There, he practiced various martial arts forms and techniques through sheer force of will. The neurological and muscular connections he forged in his mind translated seamlessly into the real world, making him as adept as any practitioner.
As Lucas and Bruno caught their breath, they noticed a crew member recording them with a phone. The two actors couldn't help but ham it up for the camera, striking poses and flexing their muscles. However, Lucas couldn't resist a harmless prank.
Quickly adjusting his fingers behind Bruno's back, he made it seem like Bruno had devil horns in the camera frame. The crew member stifled a laugh, but it was too late.
Bruno turned around, a frown on his face. "What's so funny? You better spill the beans."
The crew member, flustered, tried to deny any wrongdoing, "N-nothing, sir. Just... you two are funny, that's all."
Bruno narrowed his eyes, not quite believing the crew member's explanation. He turned to glare at Lucas, who had already darted away, chuckling to himself.
"Alright, you're lucky we're done for today, or I'd make you pay for that," he called out, shaking his fist in good-natured jest.
Lucas waved back, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, knowing he'd gotten away with another prank.
***
The shooting of "Hunger Games: Catching Fire" progressed, the storyline delving deeper into schemes, strategy, and survival. It was an emotional rollercoaster, as Jennifer, portraying Katniss, had just witnessed the Peacekeepers mercilessly kill the old man who had whistled the four notes of the Mockingjay's song, Rue's haunting tribute.
"The last thing I wanted was to start a riot," Jennifer, as Katniss, said in between sobs, her grief palpable. "He has to know that."
Woody Harrelson, playing Haymitch, looked at her with concern. "What do you mean? 'Who' has to know that?"
Katniss lifted her tear-stained face, her eyes blazing with anger, "President Snow. He came to see me."
Haymitch's expression turned grave. "Keep going," he urged, bracing himself for the worst.
Jennifer's eyes welled with tears as she continued her dialogue, staying in character as Katniss. "He's worried about the districts." Her voice trembled, and she glanced at Lucas, who played Peeta. "He said they don't believe we're in love. He thinks I defied the Capitol and got away with it."
Haymitch furrowed his brows. "So, he wants to make them believe it. To prove that even the victors are under his control."
"To make things calm down," Katniss added, her voice breaking.
Lucas, as Peeta, visibly became more agitated. "I just make things worse!" he blurted out, his frustration palpable. He turned to Jennifer and added, "You know, it would've been good to know all of that before I opened my mouth and offered to give them the money."
Katniss apologized to Peeta. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do... He threatened my family."
In a departure from the script, instead of sending a lamp flying, Lucas, as Peeta, slammed his fist down on the table with a thunderous bang. Jennifer and Woody, both caught off guard, jolted in their seats. While staying in character, the betrayal and hurt from Peeta's perspective were evident on Lucas's face.
"I have family too, alright? People that I need to protect!" he yelled at Jennifer's Katniss. The raw emotion in his voice was palpable, even though it was just a scene.
Peeta, despite knowing that his relationship with Katniss was just for show, still cared for her as a partner. The revelation that she had been hiding such a crucial piece of information cut him deep. The hurt and betrayal written all over his face, as if he were really feeling those emotions.
Throughout the scene, Jennifer and Woody noticed the growing bruise on Lucas's hand, but they knew they couldn't do anything about it until Francis called "cut." Lucas continued to give a powerful performance, conveying Peeta's anger while also showing his self-control for Katniss's sake.
Finally, Francis yelled, "Cut!" and Jennifer wasted no time rushing to Lucas's side, concern etched into her features. She gently took his now-bruised hand in hers, her eyes filled with worry.
"Are you alright?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Lucas, now back to his normal self, gave her a warm smile. "I'm fine," he assured her, wincing slightly as she gently probed the bruised area. "It's just a bruise. I've had worse."
Chapitre 286: Hawaii
The bustling set fell silent as Lucas emerged from his tent, his right hand swathed in white gauze. He flexed his fingers gingerly, wincing as he made his way towards the crew gathered near the craft services table.
Jennifer rushed to his side, her brow furrowed with concern. "Let me see," she whispered, gently cradling his bandaged hand.
Murmurs rippled through the crew. A makeup artist whispered to her colleague, "Talk about commitment to the craft." Her friend nodded, adding, "Yeah, but what if he can't shoot for a week?"
Lucas overheard snippets of their conversation as he made his way to a secluded corner. There, a production assistant waited with a bucket of ice. Without a word, Lucas plunged his throbbing hand into the icy water, closing his eyes as the cold numbed the pain.
As he stood there, Lucas caught the admiring glances of some crew members, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and concern. He offered them a smile.
Jennifer appeared at his side again, this time with a bottle of water and some painkillers. "You don't always have to be the tough guy, you know," she said softly, worry evident in her eyes.
Lucas just shrugged, his good hand accepting the pills. "It's what the scene needed," he replied, his voice low. "Sometimes, you've got to bleed for your art."
Jennifer squeezed Lucas's uninjured hand, her eyes searching his face. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it, offering a small smile instead. With a gentle pat on his shoulder, she turned and walked towards the set, her ponytail swinging as she went.
Lucas leaned against a nearby equipment crate, his bandaged hand resting on his lap. He watched intently as Jennifer took her mark, the cameras rolling. His eyes darted between the actors and the director, studying their movements and expressions.
As the scene wrapped, a group of extras milled about, some stealing glances at Lucas. One young woman, her period costume slightly askew, kept looking over her shoulder at him.
Lucas pushed himself off the crate and approached the group. "Hey there," he said, his voice warm. "First time on a big production?"
The woman's eyes widened. "Y-yes," she stammered. "It's all so... overwhelming."
Lucas nodded, launching into a story about his first day on a set. Soon, the group was laughing, the initial awkwardness melting away.
Over the next two weeks, Lucas became a fixture on set, even when he wasn't in a scene. He'd huddle with the director, gesticulating with his good hand as they discussed character motivations. During breaks, he'd pore over the script with the writers, suggesting tweaks to dialogue.
"Lucas, what do you think about this line?" the head writer would ask, and Lucas would furrow his brow in concentration before offering his thoughts.
With the crew, he was equally engaged. As the Hawaiian leg of the shoot approached, the set buzzed with excitement. Lucas helped Jennifer pack her trailer, their laughter drifting across the lot. When they boarded the plane, he was the last one on, having stopped to thank each crew member personally.
---
The plane touched down with a gentle bump, and a wave of excitement rippled through the cabin. As the doors opened, the warm, fragrant Hawaiian air rushed in, carrying the promise of sun-soaked days and balmy nights.
The cast and crew filed into a line of waiting vans, their chatter a mix of jet-lagged mumbles and eager anticipation. Lucas helped Jennifer into their van, then slid in beside her, their shoulders touching.
As they wound their way along the coastal road, Jennifer's eyes grew wide. She pressed her face against the window, drinking in the sight of turquoise waves crashing against golden sand. A childlike grin spread across her face.
Lucas watched her, amused. He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "We're not here for vacation. Remember that."
Jennifer turned to him, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I know..." she said, but her gaze drifted back to the beach longingly.
The van convoy pulled into the circular drive of Turtle Bay Resort, a sprawling complex of low-rise buildings nestled among swaying palms. Staff members in bright aloha shirts swarmed out to greet them, leis in hand.
"Aloha! Welcome to Turtle Bay," a smiling woman said as she draped fragrant orchid leis around Lucas and Jennifer's necks.
The lobby was a flurry of activity as room keys were distributed and luggage was sorted. Lucas stood to the side, taking it all in, when a tall man with weathered skin and kind eyes approached him.
"Aloha," the man said, extending his hand. "I'm Kekoa. I'll be your cultural advisor for the shoot."
Lucas shook his hand warmly. "It's great to meet you, Kekoa. We're looking forward to learning from you."
As they spoke, the rest of the cast gravitated towards them, forming a loose circle. Kekoa began to explain the significance of various Hawaiian traditions they'd be incorporating into the film.
Jennifer sidled up to Lucas, still sneaking glances out the windows at the beach beyond. He caught her eye and gave her a knowing smirk. She elbowed him playfully, then turned her attention back to Kekoa, ready to immerse herself in the culture of their temporary island home.
***
(A day later)
The Hawaiian sun beat down on the pristine beach, casting a golden glow across the sand. The cast, clad in colorful swimwear, dotted the shoreline like exotic birds.
Lucas and Jennifer made their way to the water's edge, toes sinking into the warm sand. An instructor in a red rashguard waited for them, clipboard in hand.
"Alright, let's start with some basic—" the instructor began, but his words were cut short as Lucas suddenly sprinted into the surf. With a graceful arc, he dove beneath an incoming wave.
Jennifer's mouth fell open as she watched Lucas slice through the water with powerful, practiced strokes. He emerged several yards out, shaking water from his hair like a sleek seal.
The instructor's eyebrows shot up. "Well, I'll be," he muttered, then called out, "You're quite good! You've learned swimming, huh?"
Lucas swam back, standing up in the waist-deep water. He grinned, droplets cascading down his toned chest. "Yeah, I've been learning," he said with a casual shrug. As the words left his mouth, he felt a fleeting sense of amusement. If only they knew that his 'swimming lessons' had taken place entirely within the confines of his mind...
Jennifer eyed him suspiciously. "Since when?" she mouthed silently.
The instructor chuckled, shaking his head. "Looks like I don't even need to teach you at all."
Lucas's smile turned sheepish. "Oh no, I still have a lot to learn."
"Like what?" the instructor joked, his eyes twinkling. "Like peeing secretly while swimming?"
Lucas and Jennifer burst into laughter, the sound carried away by the sea breeze. Lucas winked at them both. "Haha, I'm doing it right now."
Jennifer shrieked in mock disgust, splashing water at Lucas. He retaliated, and soon they were engaged in a full-on water fight, their laughter mingling with the crash of the waves.
***
A crew member approached, clipboard in hand. "Lucas, Jennifer, time to suit up for the scene," she called.
The pair exchanged glances, nodding in acknowledgment. They made their way across the warm sand, weaving between equipment and bustling crew members.
At the edge of the set, two large white tents billowed in the ocean breeze. With a quick wave to each other, Lucas and Jennifer ducked into their respective changing areas.
***
Lucas emerged from his wardrobe tent, adjusting the cuffs of his sleek black swimsuit. The beach was alive with activity, crew members scurrying about with equipment while actors lounged in the sun. His eyes scanned the shoreline, finally landing on a familiar figure perched atop a large, smooth rock.
Jennifer sat there, her legs dangling over the edge, surrounded by a few other cast members. Their laughter carried on the sea breeze, a carefree sound that seemed at odds with the tension Lucas suddenly felt in the air.
He noticed a group of locals gesturing towards the rock, their faces etched with concern. Frowning, Lucas made his way over to Kekoa, who stood observing the scene with a tight-lipped expression.
"What's the matter?" Lucas asked, his voice low.
Kekoa sighed, his weathered face creasing with disappointment. He gestured towards Jennifer and the others. "That rock is sacred," he explained, his tone heavy with respect. "In our culture, we never disrespect such places by sitting on them. But look at them," he shook his head, "they are not respecting our beliefs."
Lucas's frown deepened as he looked back at the laughing group, suddenly seeing the scene through new eyes. The carefree attitude he'd admired moments ago now seemed thoughtless and disrespectful.
"Is that so..." Lucas murmured, his mind already racing with how to address the situation without causing a scene.
Lucas approached Jennifer, his expression a mix of concern and determination. He reached out, gently touching her arm. "Jen, we should probably move from here," he said, his voice low and earnest.
Jennifer looked up, surprise flickering across her face. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're buying into local superstitions," she teased, a playful lilt in her voice.
Lucas shook his head, his eyes serious. "It's not about superstition. This rock... it's sacred to the Hawaiians. Sitting on it is disrespectful to their culture and beliefs."
Jennifer's smile faded as realization dawned. "Oh," she breathed, glancing around. "I had no idea."
"I know," Lucas assured her. "But we're guests here. The last thing we want is to offend the locals or create tension on set."
Jennifer nodded, quickly standing up. "You're absolutely right. Thanks for letting me know."
As she brushed sand from her suit, Lucas grinned mischievously. "Here, let me help you ward off any lingering bad juju," he joked, playfully patting her back.
"Lucas!" Jennifer laughed, swatting his hand away. "You're ridiculous."
Their laughter carried across the beach, drawing the attention of a group of Hawaiian onlookers.
"Is that Lucas Knight?" one whispered excitedly. "Who's the girl he's with?"
Another fan squinted, recognition dawning. "That's Jennifer Lawrence. I think she's his rumoured girlfriend."
A murmur of disappointment rippled through the group. "His rumoured girlfriend? The one disrespecting our sacred sites?" someone muttered.
The onlookers continued to watch, their admiration for Lucas now mingled with conflicting feelings about the incident they'd witnessed.
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