It was an off day today.
Everyone, from the director to the 'lowly' crew member, was lounging and enjoying the rare break. Well, it wasn't really true that the break was rare since they would get one day off a month, but it sure seemed like it.
The production this time round felt extra tiring. Extra stressful. Perhaps it was because the first place they went for filming had a homicide, which seemed to cast an overhang of dark shadows above.
Perhaps it was because a lot of them were having bad thoughts over the sort of charm a certain young new actor seemed to be having over them. It was as if he cast a spell or something.
Right now, that beacon of bad thou- I mean, luck, was just sitting there, laughing without a care with his assistant-cum-friend. They were waiting, apparently, for his close friends to come over. Since they weren't filming, the set was open and they weren't restricted to enter.
