The days were lively and filled with various takes; at last, Titanic's odyssey gave way to all the activities Billy had to manage while trying to balance his booming comic book market—an unpredictable, explosive rise, his way of orchestrating a violent dance.
–So, everything's ready. – Billy remarked, presenting Caron with the final sketchbook he'd created for the production. Unlike others, it revealed a simple yet artistic take on how poverty and art didn’t go hand in hand—a fervent misconception often branding those without connections or ans to realize their vision.
It was better than expected. Billy had drawn from the era's trends, borrowing forms from his surroundings. It took him a long ti to organize all the sketches brimming with increasingly complex and intricate ideas.
–I like how it all unfolds. In minutes. – Billy added. – We’ve got a quick, brief take… but I used the drawings to give Jack the sense of soone deeply confident in art. That’s why it’s hard for people to fully grasp every design. –
From won, old n, children, landscapes, and people in social gatherings, he added layers of red, blue, and yellow, blending tempera paints into scenes. He then evoked so of the best results before venturing into abstracts, though toned down to a less vital point.
–I like what you did with the notebooks. – Caron comnted.
–He’s an artist with paper always in his hands. That’s all he can live and breathe for—to be an artist. It’s the best way to manage sothing so volatile. – Billy replied.
–We’ll do what we can. – Caron said, still imrsed in his endless tasks. – You need to work on your chemistry as much as possible. Have a romantic dinner, sleep together, whatever it takes. There must be a love that feels full and pure. Treat her like a princess, act like a gentleman—we’re counting on it. – Caron instructed.
–I’ll take her out tonight… Besides, it was her sketches that gave ideas. She played along with for the art. You’re ruthless when it cos to films, even a bit scary with how you put things. – Billy joked, with a touch of unease, feeling the weight of the cruel entertainnt world pressing down, pushing him to weave illusions for the sake of a good movie.
–Welco to the adult world, kid. I’ll take these to the producers. – Caron said, grabbing the two sketchbooks. He seed slightly overwheld, as people weren’t approaching him correctly or at all. Part of him felt guilty, especially since the chemistry with Charlize had been stronger and more pronounced. But the producer wanted Kate, and after seeing The English Patient, Caron had agreed on two key points with the production: the actor was good and had the charisma to captivate audiences, particularly won.
–See you around. – Billy said, picking up his phone. He needed Monica, even just a brief mont of relief.
–My love. –
–When you finish filming, I need you in Baja California, or at least San Jose, for a few days. –
That was all he needed to hear. He yearned for his enchanting brunette to ease his burdens, soone who could guide him on how to behave and act. She was one of the few people who truly loved him in her way.
Billy sipped so juice, exhausted from a long day of rehearsals. The night had been consud by sketches. Kate was nervous, and the following days promised a heavy workload for everyone involved.
–So, I guess you’re stuck in a rut. – Kate remarked, visibly tired.
The exhaustion was palpable, wearing on both of them. Each was drained from the day's efforts. Filming was supposed to be calr and less demanding, but Jas’ constant shouting and demands were frustratingly overbearing, making the entire set tense and irritable.
–The silly side of us actors—it’s part of what we have to deal with. – Billy replied, pouring a glass of wine. The improvised setting caused a bit of wine to spill onto the green tablecloth in his haste.
–Oh, God. –
–Sorry, the accumulated fatigue is a bit overwhelming. I might just fall asleep standing up. – Billy confessed. – It’s frustrating how things have to be done sotis, but you just push through as fast as you can. –
–I feel the sa. I get caught up in details for too long. I focus on other things and forget the people around —all of them. It always leads to bad decisions. I lose friends and boyfriends, and it feels like I can’t do much about it. – Kate admitted.
–You an the little we accomplish. – Billy said.
–Well, it’s not from lack of trying. –
They ate in a less uncomfortable silence, aiming to break down barriers through friendship. It was through friendship that they could refine their performances, harmonizing as colleagues.
–True, we were terrible today. – Billy admitted. – The rehearsals have been good, but we’re missing a spark. I think the only way to improve is by spending more ti together. –
–You’re right. But… hahaha, I think things take us by surprise. It’s always bad to make mistakes, but it has to be that way. If we just take a mont to breathe, we can deal with the challenges. – Kate replied, slightly annoyed.
–I didn’t ask if you liked the food. – Billy said.
–I thought they were going to fire . – Kate confessed.
He sighed deeply, contemplating the many conflicts they faced. She was still a sowhat inexperienced actress, while he bore the weight of a pivotal new scene. It set the stage for the hard work they’d have to tackle in the coming days.
–True… – Billy pulled out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo along with The Last eting by Sándor Márai. – These are two of my favorite books. We can understand each other better through them. When you’re done, I’ll tell you what I like and dislike about them. –
–I’ll get you so of mine. You might like Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola. – Kate suggested, examining the books. She’d already read The Count of Monte Cristo. Billy handed her a few films they could watch together. What better way to bond than through shared stories?
The mont of uncertainty was replaced by a shared connection. She nodded in agreent.
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