The Canon EOS C200 cinema camera with triple lenses were mounted onto the terrain extender tripod legs stands all round the scene of acting.
The white and gold reflectors were strategically placed at the right places to ensure enough lighting.
The rode NTG8 long shotgun microphone were being moved together with the actors and actresses as they moved and conversed.
The chief producer, producer, co-producer, creative director, filming director, creative assistant, camera director, camera and lighting and the crewmen were already preparing for the scene.
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The filming Director hit together the clapperbpard and shouted, "Scene 1 take one!"
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Kiet Chomesri who was in a cream white A-line dress and a pair of cream white ballerina shoes with her hair in permed curls now starred the movie as opened her windows wide.
A stream of fresh air came pouring into the room.
In the bluish paling half-light she pore over the sketches for her new picture.
The sketches were many, for she had to begin at the very beginning again and again.
But it was too early to see the picture as a whole.
She had not found the main thing yet, that overpowering something that came to her as suddenly and irresistibly as those early summer dawns growing clearer and clearer, and sounding a mysterious and elusive note in her soul.
"Kaew Kamlai!" One of the maid servants rushed into the room with skirts tucked up and a mop in hand, the little girl had been polishing the mahogany floors of the house.
Kiet Chomesri placed the painting brush and the palette filled with messy paint on the old, creaking table and exited the room.
She was a young lady that lived in the countryside with her grandparents and would soon travel to the city to meet her parents who were billionaires.
"Cut!" Shouted the filming director letting the makeup artists fix the makeup of the actresses.
Kiet Chomesri walked to the backstage where Aom Chinda had been waiting for her turn.
She was impatient and complained of how she was being treated unfairly.
Once Kiet Chomesri entered the room, all went silent and Aom Chinda spoke from her seat.
She had been sitted while facing the mirror.
"Finally it's my turn!" Aom Chinda exclaimed happily.
Her film name was Naowarat.
"Sorry Miss Aom Chinda, I still need some adjustments." Kiet Chomesri stated as she walked to the room.
"Wait, Chakrii Malivalaya," Aom Chinda said making Kiet Chomesri halt her steps and look at her direction with an inquiring facial expression.
"I will be ready soon." Kiet Chomesri stated thinking that she actually understood Aom Chinda's intentions but actually did not.
"Wait, give me time to speak. Five or ten minutes?" She inquired coldly.
"While waiting for you to finish, I did not even go to the bathroom." Aom Chinda added.
"Sorry ma'am, we will only be changing her necklace since it's loose." Taaom - Kiet Chomesri's friend from the journalism department who was now her current agent tried to explain to Aom Chinda.
Aom Chinda laughed momentarily as a sign of sarcasm and then stood up.