dressers had already done their best to change the impeccable state of this house into the shabby home with the air of past glory they needed for the film. Of course wit h out any damage to even one inch of the wall and wooden porch!
Still, it was a beautiful sight, especially in the afternoon sun. However, Alison and her team were far too tired to notice anything but the gravel beneath their feet and some annoying flies.
Normally, the house was a family hotel. Most of the film crew would stay in former slave quarters behind the old farm – now cozy little bungalows- , the rest in the RVs that were lined up near the old stables.
Vance let his bag drop right behind the door of his place. The bungalow consisted of a single room with a separate bathroom. It was furnished simply, with a thatched roof, a c o lorful carpet and a likewise colorful patchwork blanket on the bed. From the wall greeted a native African style painting. Without paying these surroundings any attention, Vance stepped over to the window and opened the shutters. Sun flooded in, making him squeeze his eyes. But fresh air, too, and that was, what he wanted, after he had n o ticed the ‘non smoking’-sign at the door. He freed himself from the shirt, threw it down on the floor and searched for the cigarette-package.
For a moment he wondered if he should phone Carolyn, but dismissed the thought. First, there was the time-difference of 11 hours, so it was around 5 o’clock in the morning in L.A. Sometimes she was up that early, if she had to prepare a presentation or travel to a meeting with some clients. Or ma y be she had just arrived at home again FROM a meeting. E i ther way – bad timing! He had not called from a set for the past few years, because he always felt he bothered her during difficult business matters. After their last fight, she would probably only get more suspicious; she would think, he was trying to cover up something, if he called now…
Vance pushed the rattan-chair next to the window, let himself drop in with a loud sigh and lit the cigarette. C a rolyn….
And what would I say anyway? Everything is fine my love; I miss you? That was a complete lie! I’m not sure, if I still love you? I’m not sure if you still love me? What a bunch of crap!
In the next bungalow, Alison was about to unpack her sui t case. It would have never crossed her mind to leave the baggage as it was and get some rest first. She was nearly finished, when she remembered she wanted to ask Max about the fixing of the camera crane. Better now than tomorrow… If something additional still had to be delivered…
She turned around to grab her iPhone and discovered a huge brightly colored butterfly sitting on it, slowly battering its wings. Alison stared like hypnotized. Somehow, she couldn’t get herself to shoo the insect away. While she undressed, the fatigue from the flight crept up in her again. The butterfly still sat on the phone. Good, maybe it was really time to rest. Leaning back in the pillows she was already half asleep.
As if it had waited for this, the butterfly arose from the iPhone , fluttered across the room, and then left through the open window. It made a wide turn up in the sky and then to the house, visiting some of the big fragrant roses there. Ta k ing another float through the air, the butterfly landed gently on Vance’s hand, without wa k ing him up.
It was early morning, and the chirping of multiple birds a c companied the last preparations for the filming of the first scene. Still suffering from jet lag, Vance arrived at the makeup trailer. The fact he had spent half the night sleeping in the chair didn’t make him feel any better! Gratefully, he only needed some minor touch-ups. Head make up
Still, it was a beautiful sight, especially in the afternoon sun. However, Alison and her team were far too tired to notice anything but the gravel beneath their feet and some annoying flies.
Normally, the house was a family hotel. Most of the film crew would stay in former slave quarters behind the old farm – now cozy little bungalows- , the rest in the RVs that were lined up near the old stables.
Vance let his bag drop right behind the door of his place. The bungalow consisted of a single room with a separate bathroom. It was furnished simply, with a thatched roof, a c o lorful carpet and a likewise colorful patchwork blanket on the bed. From the wall greeted a native African style painting. Without paying these surroundings any attention, Vance stepped over to the window and opened the shutters. Sun flooded in, making him squeeze his eyes. But fresh air, too, and that was, what he wanted, after he had n o ticed the ‘non smoking’-sign at the door. He freed himself from the shirt, threw it down on the floor and searched for the cigarette-package.
For a moment he wondered if he should phone Carolyn, but dismissed the thought. First, there was the time-difference of 11 hours, so it was around 5 o’clock in the morning in L.A. Sometimes she was up that early, if she had to prepare a presentation or travel to a meeting with some clients. Or ma y be she had just arrived at home again FROM a meeting. E i ther way – bad timing! He had not called from a set for the past few years, because he always felt he bothered her during difficult business matters. After their last fight, she would probably only get more suspicious; she would think, he was trying to cover up something, if he called now…
Vance pushed the rattan-chair next to the window, let himself drop in with a loud sigh and lit the cigarette. C a rolyn….
And what would I say anyway? Everything is fine my love; I miss you? That was a complete lie! I’m not sure, if I still love you? I’m not sure if you still love me? What a bunch of crap!
In the next bungalow, Alison was about to unpack her sui t case. It would have never crossed her mind to leave the baggage as it was and get some rest first. She was nearly finished, when she remembered she wanted to ask Max about the fixing of the camera crane. Better now than tomorrow… If something additional still had to be delivered…
She turned around to grab her iPhone and discovered a huge brightly colored butterfly sitting on it, slowly battering its wings. Alison stared like hypnotized. Somehow, she couldn’t get herself to shoo the insect away. While she undressed, the fatigue from the flight crept up in her again. The butterfly still sat on the phone. Good, maybe it was really time to rest. Leaning back in the pillows she was already half asleep.
As if it had waited for this, the butterfly arose from the iPhone , fluttered across the room, and then left through the open window. It made a wide turn up in the sky and then to the house, visiting some of the big fragrant roses there. Ta k ing another float through the air, the butterfly landed gently on Vance’s hand, without wa k ing him up.
It was early morning, and the chirping of multiple birds a c companied the last preparations for the filming of the first scene. Still suffering from jet lag, Vance arrived at the makeup trailer. The fact he had spent half the night sleeping in the chair didn’t make him feel any better! Gratefully, he only needed some minor touch-ups. Head make up
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