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For a brief mont, his eyes flicked to the blue screen that appeared before him. The words glowed faintly in his vision.
Then, just as quickly, he dismissed it. Focus.
Whatever this was... It wasn't interfering. And right now, that was all that mattered.
His grip tightened on the mic. "Action!"
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The pen scratched furiously against the paper.
Ink sared across Light's fingers, pages crumpled under the weight of his grip. His breath beca ragged, his body tensed.
The handheld cara moves erratically, mimicking his spiraling thoughts.
Quick zoom-ins on his face, shaky tilts capturing the manic glint in his eyes.
Regal noticed the slight budding droplet of sweat on Stephen Jr.'s head. He commanded. "...little FASTER."
The dolly grip moved in aggressively, amplifying the energy. Just then, a bead of sweat trickled down from Stephen Jr.'s forehead, catching on his eyebrow.
Then, with one final stroke - the pen snapped.
"Cut!"
A stunned silence followed.
Did they actually capture that? Mathew thought.
Stephen Jr., unaware of what had just happened, let out a shaky breath and dropped the broken pen.
Regal was first to move as he watched the playback on the monitor.
Luckily, they had the shot before the pen snapped.
"We got the take."
As the realization set in, the crew broke into quiet applause.
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Regal barely had ti to react before a head popped up right in front of him, way too close.
"SO? How was it?! Tell , did I do it right?"
Stephen Jr.'s hands clamped onto his shoulders, shaking him back and forth with way too much enthusiasm.
Regal's chair tilted dangerously backward, for a split second, he thought he might actually fall, but Stephen was too caught up in his own excitent to notice.
"Stephen - stop! He needs his brain intact if you want an answer." Timothée cut in from the side.
Stephen froze, finally realizing Regal might actually need a second to process words. He let go, stepping back, though the expectation in his eyes didn't waver.
Regal exhaled, rubbing his neck just to make sure everything was still attached. Then, finally, he looked at Stephen.
"You did fine."
Stephen's face fell. "That's it?"
Regal blinked.
"Should we go for another take?" Stephen asked, completely serious.
"No." Regal added.
Timothée clapped a hand on Stephen's back. "Dude, that was solid. Actually, probably the best take you've done so far."
There was a pause before he added. "Maybe you're the type who only brings out his best on set."
Regal sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, don't get too proud about it. So actors are just like that."
Then, without missing a beat. "Now get ready for the next shot."
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The noise simred down quickly as they moved to the next shot.
Regal signaled the first assistant director. "Reset for the next shot."
Crew mbers moved in a well-rehearsed ballet.
A fresh Death Note prop was swapped in, already prepped with scribbled pages to maintain continuity.
The broken pen was replaced.
The script supervisor marked tistamps, checking that Stephen movents would match seamlessly with the previous footage.
The lighting team readjusted. The tungsten backlight was dimd by 15%, casting sharper shadows along the desk.
The gaffer positioned a flag to create a gradual darkness creeping in from the edges of the fra.
This was the turning point. The mont where Light stopped being human.
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After thirty minutes, the clocked, 1:40 into midnight, but the filming continued - it was now the sixth shot.
The ARRI Alexa Plus cara was mounted on a Libec JB-30 Jib Arm, six feet above the set.
Regal turned to the jib operator. "The descent should be slow and controlled. Make it feel like soone is watching over him."
He gave a thumbs-up, adjusting the counterweights.
The DP, Mathew leaned in. "Want to use the mist filter? It will give the ink a slight glow."
He thought for a mont. "Yes, but subtle. Just enough to make it feel supernatural."
The Phantom HD cara was prepped for insert shots - it's 1000fps slow motion would be crucial for the mont the ink settled into the paper.
"Okay, boys. Roll sound."
"Speed."
"Cara rolling."(Mathew)
Regal let the silence stretch before commanding -
"Action."
Stephen Jr., now full into the skin of Light, sat completely still. His breathing was slow, almost asured.
Then, like a machine, he picked up the pen and flipped a page.
The jib arm moved, descending inch by inch.
His writing was no longer erratic. It was smooth, unstoppable, and chanical.
The cara reached its lowest position. The shot frad Light's body hunched over, his shoulders squared, his head angled downward - like a worshipper at an altar.
"Cut!"
Regal checked playback - the overhead angle really made it feel inescapable, like fate itself had taken over.
Imdiately he moved onto the next shots.
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One more hour passed.
It was shot 10 for the day, and most of the crew were slowly getting exhausted.
However, everyone knows there is still work to continue.
Now, the ink had to co alive.
Regal had the DP set up the Phantom HD cara, lens fixed at 150mm macro, so close that the notebook filled the entire fra.
He had already verified with the VFX supervisor present on set, whether they could enhance the ink spreading in post, and luckily they could. But they had to make the initial absorption real.
"Gaffer, we need pinpoint lighting on the paper." Regal commanded, and imdiately the lighting team placed a 500W fresnel light, angled so the ink glistened as it spread.
"Ready, Steph?"
He flexed his hand, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah."
"Rolling... Action."
Light's pen pressed down. The ink bled out, expanding in slow motion. Every droplet seed alive, sinking into the paper like veins feeding a monster.
It was breathtaking.
"Cut!"
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And just like that, the rest of the filming for the day wrapped up in the early hours of the morning, [04:08] to be exact, only after Regal was fully satisfied with all twelve takes.
There was no doubt about it; even the most seasoned crew mbers on set agreed that this had been one of the toughest sequences they had ever worked on. With each minor slip-up forcing a complete reset, the pressure had been relentless.
However, they all knew this was just the beginning of the week. There were still many long days - and even longer days and nights - ahead of them to tackle.
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[Two Weeks Later]
[November 2, 2010]
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The first schedule was completed.
And right after a three day space, the second schedule had begun.
The atmosphere on set today felt different, especially in one particular corner.
That's where Ross Oakley sat, comfortably settled in his chair. His work here was done. He had finished filming his segnt, aning he should have been on his way out by now. But instead of leaving, he decided to stick around.
Standing beside him was Danny Foster, his assistant. If anyone rembered, he was the sa guy who caused a stir during the auditions.
The reason behind Danny Foster's presence today?
Well, it had a lot to do with a certain actor in the cast, Timothée Chalat.
It turned out that both Ross Oakley and Timothée Chalat were from the sa agency - Angle Agency.
Or rather, Timothée had joined Ross's agency.
So as his 'manager' Danny has to be on the set with 'his' actor.
While the process of feeting Timothée cast in this film wasn't exactly a smooth process.
There had been complications, mainly from the Angle Agency's side.
At one point, Ross had to step in behind the scenes just to get things moving. Regal wasn't aware of the full extent of it yet, though he had his suspicions.
The agency itself hadn't been entirely convinced of Timothée's abilities. And they saw a high-budget film like this as an opportunity to 'train' their other actors instead.
But Regal wasn't having any of that.
If things had dragged on any longer, he might have gone as far as convincing Timothée to break his contract, and he would have been willing to pay the penalty himself.
Of course, none of that would have mattered if Timothée wasn't interested in the role to begin with.
But he was, very much so. His support for Regal's vision had been clear in whatever small ways he could contribute.
In the end, everything worked out.
Now, Ross had other reasons for staying.
He wanted to observe.
Two actors in particular - Stephen and Timothée.
One was connected to an acquaintance of his. The other was a trainee from his own agency.
Ross had been watching them closely, studying their thods.
Stephen's acting was purely - Instinctive.
He approached every scene like a blank slate, never preditating his delivery, never settling into predictable patterns. It was this elent of surprise - even to himself - that made his performances feel real and alive, impossible to replicate.
Timothée, on the other hand, was - Introspective.
His process was ticulous. He sought to understand the depth, intelligence, and emotional nuances of his characters, internalizing their conflicts until they beca his own. Every movent, every glance felt deliberate yet natural, as if he had deconstructed his character down to its essence and rebuilt himself into soone entirely new.
But the most striking difference between them lay in self-awareness.
Stephen perford without fully grasping the extent of his own abilities, while Timothée acted with the precise knowledge of what he was doing - and the unwavering confidence that it was right.
They are quite parallel if one were to differentiate their approaches... but they effortlessly complent each other.
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[To be continued...]
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