Cloud's sword clanged against Masume, sending several blue sparks flying from the blades. "Tell me what you cherish most," Sephiroth said as he leapt backwards. "Give me the pleasure of taking it way." There was a long silence, followed by the laughing of the camera-wielding man that was filming them.
"Cut!" the Director hissed, throwing his borrowed megaphone back at Cait Sith. "Cloud, this is the seventeenth time we shot this scene! Get your act together!"
"Sorry…"
"'Sorry' doesn't cut it, Spiky."
"Go easy on him; I think he's still recovering from his 'mako poisoning'," Sephiroth said teasingly. "Remember?"
The Director clapped Cloud on the shoulder before walking away. "I'll be working with Rufus and Kadaj," he announced. "You'd better have your lines memorized by tomorrow."
Cloud nodded half-heartedly, turning to his silver-haired coworker once the Director had gone. "You have no right to be making fun of me. Don't you remember the incident in scene 21 when we were filming the original game?"
"I told you not to bring that up, 'Vegetable'."
"Shut up."
Immaturely, Sephiroth stuck his tongue out at Cloud. They both started laughing, loudly enough that they didn't notice Zack when he joined them. "Hey guys! What's up?" he called.
"Oh, hey Zack."
"Just helping Cloud practice his lines," Sephiroth said.
"Yeah right, like you two would practice without the Director standing over your shoulder."
"True, true. Just don't tell him that, okay?"
"But none the less, Cloud does need to practice or the Director might actually go through with… you know."
Being "fired" was a terrible thought amongst the cast. As they were the characters written into the story themselves, if one person was fired the Compilation itself would be threatened. And without a job in their own series, what else could a fictional character do? The fate of the entire cast was in each individual's hands.
Because of this, angering the Director wasn't in anyone's best interest. But his short temper made pleasing him quite difficult at times.
"Right. I'll see you guys around then. Good luck," Zack said, his expression becoming quite serious as he turned and walked off.
The sound of the other cast members as they practiced their lines and chatted amongst themselves made focusing quite difficult for Cloud. He had always had trouble memorizing his lines- in fact, he was almost positive that the only reason they'd finished VII itself was because of its lack of speaking.
"Hey, Gaia to Cloud," Sephiroth called loudly, waving his hand in front of Cloud's face. He snapped quickly back to reality.
"Sorry."
"Now then, you really need to work on scene 17; you've done that one at least twenty times."
"Right. Which one is that again?"
Sephiroth handed Cloud his script and pointed to scene 17. "That one, remember?"
"Yeah."
"Finally," the Director muttered in exasperation. "You've been working on this scene for two hours!"
Rufus frowned. "Please keep in mind, sir, that I was in fact leaping off a building while firing at… Jenova," he said, glancing at the box Kadaj was holding.
"That's still too long to work on such a short scene."
Rufus and Kadaj too were exasperated. Or rather, the entire cast was. Maybe a change in directors would help them, if even but a little.
A/N: A somewhat random idea, I know. This is somewhat based on an RP between my sister and I while I was beating VII for the first time, where all of the characters were simply paid actors. It was going to be a crack fic at first, but it turned out better than I was planning.
Please review!
I don't own this, btw. D: Sadly… ;;
