AN: Hey everyone. Happy autumn season! I hope you are all doing well with your lives. I am really happy today and feel a lot less stressed than usual. I often vent here so for a welcoming change, I want to share my happiness:

1) Aced my midterm exams and my French essays

2) Fired a group of pesky recruiters for business

3) Got to go on a very nice date with my girlfriend today.

Three simple things to make a man happy. Anyhow, I want to try doing something new with this chapter. Tell me how you think or feel about it. Going to be a cool experiment for me.

We had completed our most difficult scene as of yesterday; it was, in fact, a short project that took nearly two weeks to film and edit bit by bit. The film producers and directors had already expected the first scene to take most of their time. They had to make an open audition for any senior actors or senior actresses who were interested in playing the role of the parents of Rebecca Miles. Once their decisions were made, I received a phone call from the directors about the news. However, we had to patiently wait for the weather to at least become cloudy for the scenes. In my profession, I have always noticed that nature had its say when it came to filming.

Once the weather turned cloudy, synthesized snow was brought in and carefully spread on the house of Rebecca's parents, the driveway, and the road areas we would use for the scene- which was either rented or permitted by the city after paying a hefty fee. People praised that I was a professional actor who could work under any circumstances (be it the dark, the fake snow, or an illness... or anything). It was an expectation that I always strived to fulfill; that's why I have my three personal rules on the job:

1) Never mix my personal life with my professional life. No matter how I feel or felt even a second before I came into work, I must put them aside and focus on the task to produce the best art possible.

2) Always try to get along with every member in the field; no matter how difficult they may be. In our world, helping others always led to future benefits (which could be as good as gold).

3) Don't push myself too hard; balance and moderation are key to a successful lifestyle.

However, when I filmed those scenes, as much as I dislike to say it, but I was relived not to have Elsa watch me in these scenes. I, personally, had no clue why I decided it was the best idea to kiss her on the cheeks just before she left my house. My logical side of my brain argued that it was probably the dumbest mistake I have made... after all, she still had her issues with her ex-boyfriend. I didn't want to burden her further by becoming her newest personal problem. However, in my poor defence, I just felt moved. It felt okay to kiss her on the cheek as a sign of gratitude, after all I did that often in Europe; except we weren't in Europe. Okay, it probably was a bad idea, a rash action.

I sighed while getting changed into my costume, the hospital gown, as I had these unpleasant thoughts. It was troubling me. How should I behave when I met Elsa today on the job? Avoid it? Yes, I would avoid it and act neutrally. That was for the best. Rule number one.

So I tied the ribbon on the green gown and stepped out of my change room.

It was amazing how the producers created the stage: my personal hospital room. Then I saw Elsa come out in her costume as a detective and she was given a thick file to hold as a prop. When our eyes met, I presented her a small smile before getting into my "hospital bed". This would be the start of episode 1, scene 4.

I watched several cameras being brought closer to the scene, the directors wanted to get different angles of the scene. Then they would take each recording and compare which ones were the best and then selectively make them into a smooth running piece. The lightings were checked once more and the make-up artist powdered my face slightly to make my face more whiter than usual. Next I closed my eyes and then the director said, "Scene four, take one."

Of course, I couldn't see what was happening at the moment, but I could hear the faint steps approaching my beside. I wondered if this was any similar to an actual patient who was under a coma. Could they hear like I was right now? Then I heard Elsa's soft sign and I imagined she was gently watching over me as I feigned sleep.

It was expectant to hear her murmur her lines with sadness, "It's not fair..."

However, it was a surprise when I felt her warm hand on mine as she gingerly squeezed them. The warmth spread throughout my body and it made me relax. It reminded me of the moment when she had embraced me. It was quite unsettling that she had this power over me. She had the ability to calm me down with her soft touches.

Another wave of emotion hit me as I felt tears dripping against my hand. Of course, Elsa could produce crocodile tears, but I recognized the sound of her weak sobs. It was the same sound I heard when I drove her home on my motorcycle that night. It didn't feel as if she was acting right now. It made me want to open my eyes and wipe her tears away. I wanted to give her the same sense of safety as she had for me. However, I remained still for I was currently a "coma patient". I had to act as if I couldn't hear her crying next to me. I had to act as if I wasn't feeling her tears again. I had to keep my eyes closed and in a way, I was grateful because I didn't have to watch her cry. I didn't want to know how I would behave if I was watching her cry.

Nevertheless, I wondered silently: what was making her cry like this? What was she thinking about?

I felt her hand squeeze tighter before she uttered painfully, "Please return to where you belong. Your friends are waiting for you. Your wife needs you. I'm sure it won't be easy when you come back... Maybe you don't need them, but I think everyone needs you, Mr. Overland. Please come back to your loved ones..."

Damn, it stung at this moment. A lot. Her voice. Her tears. Her words. Like a knife gutting me alive. And it especially stung when Elsa mentioned my "wife"- another woman who I supposedly loved. But once again, I kept still and pretended not to feel the emotions I felt. Not just for my job... but also for my personal sanity.

"And cut!" shouted the director.

Wow. That actually felt personal for me because I kept using "I". How did you feel as you read this chapter? I would love to hear your thoughts on this style of writing. Thanks! :)

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