Hey! Morning… Here’s your coffee.
Thank you James. What’s happening? Why are there so many people here today?
Oh looks like someone has forgotten. We are shooting the rain sequence today.
Adam.
Superstar Adam.
Star kid Adam.
Jackass Adam.
It’s all the same. Kimberly and James tossed on this, even tried rock, paper & scissor, but she lost. Both those times…
The den, that is what they called the place to brainstorm. It wasn’t a regular place, it was a place where dreams were written, coffee flowed all the time, there was always food to eat and there was just so much colour. Comfy cushions, couches, bean bags and charging…
She was pacing, she had a mug in her hand probably with coffee that had gone cold. She was wearing her bathroom slippers and her comfort tshirt. She felt at home when she wore these things, plus she did not know what to wear. Her meeting was in 5 hours and she was pacing…
She always wondered why monsoons played an important role in love stories, why every romantic kiss got even better when it was raining and why every imagination of every girl had at least one sequence of dancing in the rain…
He remembers the first time he heard her voice. He can still remember telling her how soothing it was, how much it calmed him. It still does, even though they’re strangers. She’s silent, but her words are still very much alive in him. She is his home, even though the door is locked and the lights are off.It’s not a…