Time passed rather slowly, Rey had gone through all her missed work and actually made some progress on the edits Dameron had requested. It took her two hours of meandering around to cave in and pull out her tape recorder. Like any other writer, she thought better and consequently wrote better when she spoke her thoughts aloud. Her tape recorder was old and held together by literally scraps of duck tape. She couldn't explain why but the ancient thing was precious to her. It went with her everywhere and heard things that she had never told anyone else before. She was conscious that her housemate was just in the other room, but the walls looked thick and she had quiet voice. After clicking record, she began:

"Day 1, Sept 12, 201X. Time is 9:59 p.m.

I have be to a little quiet, so as to not disturb my lovely flatmate. So this is day one, first face-to-face meeting with Phasma, First Order's top Producer/agent; honestly she does like everything around here. She was surprisingly nice and also really tall, but then again, compared to me, most people are. I got settled in this morning, it's a pretty nice place, beats mine and finn's little closet but it's so...empty, bare, almost lonely.

The owner of this Flat is my 'subject', the infamous Kylo Ren. We meet for the first time, today. So far, the rumors were a little exaggerated. He wasn't overly rude or pissed. Mostly just mildly inconvenienced by my presence, which I guess most people are. He looked just like what the pictures had suggested. His eyes were strange, though. It's as if he masked them from the world. I can't get a single clear reading from them. He was definitely arrogant, that just comes with the actor package. To be completely honest, I felt like decking him in the face. Oh well, maybe after I'm done with the article I'll give it to him as a going-away present. "

A sigh could be heard on the recording; it was long and heavy.

"So this article, if I am gonna go about it the same way I did for Amidala, then I need to break him down; personal, professional and private life.

The easiest one to start with is, of course, business. From what's been made public. This guy grew up in New York, went to Juilliard, after serving three years in the marines, was recruited by First Order Productions and has starred in their shows ever since, has been contracted out to do some Oscar-nominated pictures. He is definitely no joke."

A shuffling of papers is heard.

" According to Phasma's itinerary, which is insanely detailed by the way, I'm to go to the set of one of his current projects, Blue Harvest. It's some kind of horror movie? Huh, some guy called, Mr. I-don't-have-a-first-name Hux, directs it. Apparently, he has directed literally of Kylo's stuff. If I need to delve into Ren's personal life, here's my potential in. I guess?

Okay, end of Day 1, now onto Day 2."

The buzz on the set of Blue Harvest was almost deafening. It certainly, didn't help that she had the worst dream last night. The back of her neck was drenched in sweat as she rose up from the bed gasping. Her dream or rather nightmare, was the same one as usual; bright lights, someone screaming her name and the smell of flames.

A shiver crawled up her spine, as she fought desperately to look less nervous than she felt alone in the corner. Kylo Ren had accompanied her silently to the studio and then promptly deserted her to go to his dressing room. Unfortunately for her, Phasma was not here yet. So, little old Rey did what she does best and hid in a corner and awkwardly played on her phone. Not the classiest of moves, but she was surrounded by strangers and had absolutely no clue what to do.

"And what is this?" a voice to her left practically shouted, "All techs are need on the set, no loitering!" A man, about a foot taller than her, with bright orange hair and cold, accusatory eyes, stood before her, glaring her out of existence.

"Um, I'm not-"

"I don't care for excuses! This is unacceptable. You're superiors will hear about this." He admonished, narrowing his eyes at her. Rey was about to interjected and plead her case, when another voice sounded from her right and she felt a hand land on her shoulder, "Calm down, Hux. She's with me."

Rey turned her head and there was Kylo Ren, decked out in some sort of cape costume. Hux scoffed and responded, "You brought one of your whores to the set, completely unprofessional."

"Hey! I'm not-" Rey was cut off by Kylo. "One, what I do with my life is none of your business and two, she isn't a- well, she could be? But she's the reporter you all were so insistent about."

Rey didn't know whether to thank the man or strangle him. Thankfully, she didn't have to make the choice as Hux looked down at his watch, "You're on in five." Hux looked her sharply, "Get her squared away, Kylo. I don't want her wasting space or time." The man proceeded to walk away.

Rey was honestly flabbergasted. This director was honestly something and Kylo Ren did her no favors. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, when he spoke up harshly, "sit over there in my chair, be quiet and take notes." He then completely ignored her and headed onto the set. While, her instinct was to completely go against his "orders", her rational side talked her into quietly sitting in his chair. Interns and set managers zoomed all around her, hurrying to get every detail ready for the shooting. Eventually, everything fell into place and the actors gathered onto the set, lights dimmed and the director yelled his lovely "action."