It was always ideal that when starting to read a script, and wanting to rehearse, every line had to be fully practiced. For now, thanks to her system, she had a deep familiarity with each se from memory, in an almost uling way.
-Well, some say it’s the city of love, art, and ema... it has to be like that, right? Imagine a city like this without all kinds of restaurants; it must have them. But, of course, I do prefer the capitals,- Kate ented.
-Sure... so, I suppose now, as co-stars, we should know our lines by heart,- Billy replied.
-Oh, I’ve read it through once, but I was mostly focused on my ses. It’s a little strahat a 200-million-dolr produ only has this little room. I was nervous and barely slept st night. I ended up reading a novel around 2 a.m. but still couldn’t fall asleep. I thought it would feel like a big produ studio, but I didn’t picture it quite like this. I know the main studio is in aate, but there’s hardly anyone here,- Kate said.
-I feel a bit hurt to know I’m not impressive enough,- Billy replied, taking a seat, removing his bzer, and adjusting his cuffs. It was a bit warm, with only a fan and the frosted gss window illuminating the room.
They were close enough that their feet nearly touched. In this small, intimate setting, they were both part of the rare, precious enviro where stories were built—a space that felt both loving and full of responsibility.
-I mean the assistant; they seemed pletely lost. Poor thing, they must have a thousand things to do and didn’t know where to take me. Sometimes, you take a day off, and then the day, you’re overwhelmed with tasks. You try to focus ohing but end up failing because you’re juggling too much at o’s exhausting, and you feel incapable, even if you finish the work. It’s like you ’t even catch your breath,- Kate expined, with her characteristic smile, her blue eyes lively. She was a natural in her role, fident that she’d do an amazing job, but finding something eveer always amused her.
-That’s the impression they gave you?- Billy asked. -Poor thing. Maybe we should give them a bonus to help them find their footing. Even on my lo days, I’ve never felt that level of despair, but I see it takes real ce to hahat feeling.-
-Oh yes, so you’ll see why I’m feeling a little down, a bit overwhelmed, by this situation. I expected everything except being in a quiet room aloo read a script.-
-I’m sorry for that, but now we have the lines. You give me your thoughts and ideas. The main thing is to do a character deep-dive and build some chemistry,- Billy ented.
The Titanic script was truly sequential, each piece fitting into the . For instahe se where Jack wins his ticket through gambling aands fidently in front of Rose’s fiancé elevates the dynamic between what Rose desires and what her circumstances offer. Or how they dawo worlds, one sophisticated and the other free-spirited. Even by 1997 standards, the historical backdrop was different; the transitions after the First and Sed World Wars had redefihe world’s view in a way that affected everyone.
-I particurly like this se,- Kate said, pointing out the part where they get lost on the ship, looking for a pce to be alo finding no space except what’s trolled by the fiancé.
-The romance develops quickly,- Billy observed. -Do you believe in love at first sight?- he asked.
-I don’t, but I get where you’re ing from. It must be a shock, like when you meet someone and everything feels perfect. Beyond a few provocations, love reveals itself in small gestures... But I think love sparks for Rose when he saves her. He’s like her angel, a sign of someone who stands by her,- Kate replied.
-The catalyst,- Billy prompted. -So, for Rose, love blossoms when he saves her. It’s that moment that triggers her feelings, but it’s everything else that deepens her affe.-
-It’s the moments, the isotion, the sunny boy who gives her the ohing she longs for—appreciation. Everyone arouraps her, restrig her freedom, and suffog her. She sees her fiancé as a bad man, someone who will only love her while she’s beautiful, and then trade her for his secretary,- Kate expined.
-So I’m the savior, then... the romantic guy, who wears his heart on his sleeve,- Billy remarked.
-That’s all yood for,- Kate teased.
Billy grinned. She had a humorous, almost shy charm.
He handed her his bck sketchbook. It was filled with delicate drawings, some of which were even paihe book took her breath away; in one image, a simple tree stood by a cliff overlooking a starry sea. In ahe same view was captured from the tree’s perspective, a another showed the se from the sea, looking back at the cliff. There was also a sailor in a cloak, smoking a pipe, children dang, and womeed with an elegahat left her in awe.
-So, you did all this yourself?- she asked, surprised.
-I’m the best artist in the world,- Billy replied, jokingly.
-Show-off,- Kate teased, admiring each drawing. She loved how he captured people with such fiail—the sadness in their eyes, a bird flying in the background. He was one of the best she’d seen.
-You’ll have to buy my id reend them to your friends. I think I’ve created eveer pieces in those. These are just for a quick 30-sed se,- Billy replied.
Kate muttered something about not reading kids’ stuff, but she knew she’d be asking about his ics soon, and that she’d end up reending them too. That was the appeal of good, sting work.
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