somedays lover
chapter 2. skyline monsoons
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It's weird how completely at ease Sakura feels with Kotetsu-san around. They weren't kidding when they said that We Got Married was simultaneously the easiest and most difficult show to film. The freedom of filming with a small, private crew is exalting. Almost as if she was just strolling outside alone. They're silent for most parts, but give good pointers on when she should be talking to herself. 'A walking soliloquy is the best commentary' they say. Makes sure she doesn't get cut out during the edit.
And screen-time meant popularity. Popularity meant money. Money was – is – security.
"Since I haven't had the chance to pick up some proper breakfast, I'm heading for the convenience store to pick up a something to eat." Sakura chimes. She took big confident strides with the tempo of clicking heels, wide awake now that they've started walking away from the set. I'm so hungry I may soon be digesting my own stomach.
Making sure to pay with the company card so Tsunade might notice that the filming was eating up her meal times, Sakura picked up a few onigiri, noting that they were on sale. Holding them up at the camera as they passed through the automatic doors, she flashed a toothy smile. Squinting her eyes to make it look real. "You never know when they might come in handy!" She must have been too loud though, because a few passers-by turn their way and a crowd slowly but surely forms. Accumulating it a cylindrical shape around the pedestrian walk.
"Isn't that Haruno Sakura?" Yes. It is. I am. Screw grammar.
"No way! They're filming! What if they catch me on screen? I didn't put on any mascara today." It's okay, this shot's a close up. The lens are pretty much macro. And you still have your BB cream and eyeliner on.
"Sakura-chan! Sign my shirt please!" "Can I please shake your hand?"
The lack of crowd control is to be expected since the shoot hasn't been officially announced, but Konoha Ent. is notorious for its stringent protection of its talents and Sakura isn't sure how to react as the crowd only grows in size. Caught in the rush hour of students and office workers, there was seemingly no escape. Now I know why Tsunada-sama is so strict.
With a flick of his head, Kotetsu begins running backwards, the camera bouncing across the cement as it rolls. Sakura and the rest of the crew following him. The roads gradually get smaller and the street names are merely a blur. The whole group finally stops by a fountain in one of the numerous parks when it looks like they've lost the spectators and everyone around Sakura is huffing and puffing as if they just completed a marathon. To be fair, Sakura thought, with the gear they're carrying, it might as well have been one.
Fixing her hair and laughing at the obscurity of the situation as the camera turns to film her again in order to capture her reaction. The rosette mustered an awkward laugh. One that was sure to be edited out. "They sure were friendly!" And the crew lets out a laugh for good measure. Everyone's aware that the show must go on. "I'm so thankful for how passionate my fans are. I wouldn't be here today without them. I hope that they continue to support me forever,"
Sakura paused, looking for the right words to say. "I'll try my best to show you the best and truest parts of me through 'We Got Married'."
As true as the cameras allowed and the red light flickers out, the crew lets out a collective sigh of relief and Sakura finds herself truly laughing at the absurdity of the situation before she spots the junior PD whip out the global positioning system app on his smartphone.
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"Put away your porn Kakashi. The cam's rolling." Sasuke gestured at Izumo.
Kakashi only continued to challenge traffic safety guidances as he lifted the hand holding the orange book entirely off the wheel. "Sure, sure."
If Izumo thinks that a manager wearing a surgical mask is a problem, he doesn't show it. Neither does he seem to care that Kakashi is now driving only with one hand and reading porn on the other.
Sasuke thought that was good. A start. He could put up with someone like that.
"Um... Uchiha-san-"
"Just call me Sasuke." Formalities were not his cup of tea. Neither was tea to be fair, he preferred coffee. But he hated being called 'Uchiha-san'. He has no good connotations with that particular form of address.
"Ano, Sasuke-san... You'll need to speak to the camera."
Turning to look at the large inconspicuous black brick of a cam, Sasuke peers over at Izumo who was sitting in the front seat next to Kakashi. He had sat at the back. Alone. Directly in line with the lenses of the camera. They want me to speak to an inanimate object?
"VJ-san." The honorific grating to his own ears, but he would much rather speak to the person than to no one - or himself for that matter.
"Yes?"
"Would you happen to know who my wife is?"
"Sorry Sasuke-san." He shakes his head as Sasuke falls back on the seat in mock defeat. "I know you must be curious to know who it is and you're feeling nervous as to how to react to her, but I can't tell you. My colleague Kotetsu is with her at the moment and I assure you that she is a wonderful person."
"Ahh." Izumo seems so apologetic that even Sasuke doesn't have it in himself to tell him that he really don't give a shit.
Whipping out his phone, Sasuke yanks out the earphones he's plugged in to let the sound of his new guitar riff fill the car. As he practices the makeshift chords on the makeshift fretboard over his thigh, he pities the girl he's going to be matched up with. He sincerely doubted his capacity to be with someone.
"Should I play you something while we head to meet my wife? You can help me choose a song to serenade her with."
Maybe if he sang badly enough the girl will want to leave him alone. Or if she doesn't share the same taste in music, they can file for a virtual divorce on grounds of irreconcilable differences.
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Edited to fix remaining grammatical mistakes.
