Nyx stared intently at the stack of stapled papers in her lap, carefully reading over her lines once again. A makeup artist dabbed at her cheeks and nose with a makeup brush, lightly coating them with blush. "Please, not too much Mia," Nyx murmured quietly, not moving her face. She didn't like putting on too much make up, believing simplicity to be more beautiful than putting on a mask. Then again, her whole career was putting on a mask. Mia gave her a small smile and turned to finish setting her hair. After ten minutes of brushing and tweaking, she was all set. Pushing herself up, she strode out of her dressing trailer, and onto the set.
There were lots of people bustling around; the director, producers, camera men, gaffers, stage hands, and assistants. They scrambled to get the set ready, and were checking all the equiptment again. Walking past the mob, she sauntered onto the set and sat down at one of the tables in front of the cafe they were filming at. The scene they were about to shoot was an outdoor one, and there was already a crowd of pedestrians waiting to see the action, and a few had hopes of being on camera.
Her co-star sat opposite to her, a handome young man with great talent and an even greater ego. The director signaled for them to start with a loud, "Action!" Everyone collectively went silent, the only sound coming from the man across from her. "I don't mean to be intruding, but how are you holding up?" he inquired softly. Nyx turned her head on cue, her eyes darting away to the passing cars. "I don't want to talk about it. If it's alright with you, I'd like to ask why you called me here in the first place." the young man leaned forward, his elbows resting gently on the tabletop. "I'm just trying to look out for you, quit making it so hard. Anyway, I wanted to see you because..." his face went blank for a moment as his brain tried to retrieve his next line. After a moment, the director yelled cut, and the workers got loud again as they reset everything for another take. The actor looked over his lines, and the started filming once more.
By late afternoon/early evening, they had filmed 74 pages, and Nyx was finally allowed to leave. She got into her Mercedes, and drove towards her home, crossing into Manhattan. She had a beautiful penthouse in Tribeca.
After parking her car, she went upstairs to her penthouse. Her keys jangled as she unlocked the door and stepped in. The rooms were bathed in light streaming in through the giant windows. The living room was mostly glass on the side facing out towards the street and a park.
She went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water rolled down her body, relaxing her as she closed her eyes. Warm showers always did make her sleepy. She stepped out ten minutes later, and already the window and mirrors were fogged. Steam curled around the room as she wrapped herself in a towel and went into her bedroom to get dressed. There was a party to attend tonight, at Odin's club. The other gods were supposed to come as well, and though she wasn't the most sociable person, his parties were fun.
Nyx got out a small black dress with minimal accessories, black boots, and a matching clutch. She laid them out on her bed, opting to put them on just before the party.
Anyway, she had time to kill. For now, she just slid on a soft robe to relax in. Sauntering into the living room, she curled up in the couch and fell asleep.
There were lots of people bustling around; the director, producers, camera men, gaffers, stage hands, and assistants. They scrambled to get the set ready, and were checking all the equiptment again. Walking past the mob, she sauntered onto the set and sat down at one of the tables in front of the cafe they were filming at. The scene they were about to shoot was an outdoor one, and there was already a crowd of pedestrians waiting to see the action, and a few had hopes of being on camera.
Her co-star sat opposite to her, a handome young man with great talent and an even greater ego. The director signaled for them to start with a loud, "Action!" Everyone collectively went silent, the only sound coming from the man across from her. "I don't mean to be intruding, but how are you holding up?" he inquired softly. Nyx turned her head on cue, her eyes darting away to the passing cars. "I don't want to talk about it. If it's alright with you, I'd like to ask why you called me here in the first place." the young man leaned forward, his elbows resting gently on the tabletop. "I'm just trying to look out for you, quit making it so hard. Anyway, I wanted to see you because..." his face went blank for a moment as his brain tried to retrieve his next line. After a moment, the director yelled cut, and the workers got loud again as they reset everything for another take. The actor looked over his lines, and the started filming once more.
By late afternoon/early evening, they had filmed 74 pages, and Nyx was finally allowed to leave. She got into her Mercedes, and drove towards her home, crossing into Manhattan. She had a beautiful penthouse in Tribeca.
After parking her car, she went upstairs to her penthouse. Her keys jangled as she unlocked the door and stepped in. The rooms were bathed in light streaming in through the giant windows. The living room was mostly glass on the side facing out towards the street and a park.
She went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The hot water rolled down her body, relaxing her as she closed her eyes. Warm showers always did make her sleepy. She stepped out ten minutes later, and already the window and mirrors were fogged. Steam curled around the room as she wrapped herself in a towel and went into her bedroom to get dressed. There was a party to attend tonight, at Odin's club. The other gods were supposed to come as well, and though she wasn't the most sociable person, his parties were fun.
Nyx got out a small black dress with minimal accessories, black boots, and a matching clutch. She laid them out on her bed, opting to put them on just before the party.
Anyway, she had time to kill. For now, she just slid on a soft robe to relax in. Sauntering into the living room, she curled up in the couch and fell asleep.