Snow stepped into the opulent ballroom dressed in an exquisite gown, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. After all, it was the grandest and the most magical day of her life.
She weaved through the swirling dancers where she caught the sight of the famous actor, Andrew Smith whom she had a huge crush on.
OMG! SHE JUST COULDN'T CONTROL HERSELF, ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN HE WAS LOOKING THIS HANDSOME.
Andrew stood tall, his frame accentuated by the crisp white shirt he wore. The fabric clung to his form in all the right places, emphasizing his broad shoulders and sculpted physique.
Andrew in a white shirt was a sight to behold, radiating a magnetic charm that left an indelible impression. It was as if the shirt itself had been designed to accentuate his inherent attractiveness, showcasing his inner allure and leaving those around him captivated by his undeniable charm.
She actually once did do a scene with him...a romantic one to be specific but that was very very long time ago. And for all she knew, he might not even remember her but still, she decided to go talk to him.
Snow asked, "Andrew, it's you, isn't it?."
As Snow approached, Andrew's gaze lifted from the script he was reading, meeting hers. Recognition sparked in his eyes, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He was glad to see her, a mix of surprise and delight evident on his face.
Andrew replied, "Snow, Wow! Didn't expect to see you here"
Snow's breath caught in her throat, relief washing over her like a gentle wave. He remembered. Their brief but intense connection had left an impression on him too.
"Neither did I. I'm actually playing Juliet, what are you doing here."
"Wait! You're playing Juliet—"
As Snow and Andrew were engrossed in their conversation, the director's voice boomed across the set, capturing everyone's attention.
"Alright, everyone! Gather around!" the director called out, his tone commanding and authoritative. "We're ready to roll. Places, please!"
Snow and Andrew exchanged a quick glance, their connection momentarily interrupted by the director's interruption. They knew it was time to get back into character and fulfill their roles as Romeo and Juliet.
Snow took a deep breath, the anticipation building within her. She adjusted her costume, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Andrew, standing tall and composed, exuded a sense of readiness.
The director's voice resonated once more, setting the scene and providing instructions to the cast and crew. The cameras were positioned, lights were adjusted, and the atmosphere on the set became charged with anticipation.
As the director counted down, Snow and Andrew locked eyes, their expressions reflecting the passion and intensity of their characters. They were about to embark on a journey, bringing the timeless love story of Romeo and Juliet to life.
"Action!" the director called out, and the magic of the moment unfolded. Snow, embodying the character of Juliet, stood in the grand ballroom set, her heart pounding with nerves and exhilaration. Andrew, in the role of Romeo, approached her with a blend of ardor and vulnerability.
And this scene was looking even more intense and real due to the sizzling sexual tension between them.
Andrew, his voice laced with tender intensity, uttered Romeo's famous words. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
Snow, her voice filled with heartfelt sincerity, responded as Juliet. "Good pilgrim, you do your...your...uhh I'm sorry...please can I do it again."
Director remarked, "I was actually liking that. That's a great and an entire new way of playing juliet. You know, the uncomfortability that you were exerting and the tension between you too. Just keep that alive...and let's do it again, everyone.
Snow began. And this time, Snow moved with a natural elegance, her body turning away from Andrew because this way it was more easier for her to speak her heart.
And after sometime, she turned back towards him, her gaze never wavering.
"You do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
Their voices intertwined, echoing the immortal words of Shakespeare's masterpiece. As they exchanged dialogue filled with longing and desire, the chemistry between them was palpable, captivating the entire set. Snow was not just performing, instead she was living it.
With each word spoken, the intensity between them grew, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. And as the scene reached its climactic point, Snow and Andrew shared a tender, breathtaking kiss, the culmination of their characters' forbidden love.
The director's voice cut through the air once again, this time signaling the end of the scene. "Cut! That was brilliant, everyone!" he exclaimed, his excitement evident in his tone.
Snow and Andrew just stood there staring deeply in each other's eyes. To release the uncomfortability between them, Snow turns to walk away.
"Okay, I should get going. Good night, Andrew."
As Snow was leaving , Andrew walked ahead of her blocking her path.
Andrew asked, "Hey, I was thinking would you like to see Romeo and Juliet get together in real life."
"I'd like that very much."