"So you like it?" Victor asked. They had been in the cemetery for more than an hour, the director had not given an opinion, only asked questions, and it was getting colder.

Richard, with his hands in the pockets of his black coat, looked into the eyes of his production manager, then towards the cemetery street stretching for more than a hundred meters with miles of tombstones around him. It was perfect. The melancholic tone of Jump City's British cemetery was just what he was looking for, and it was also spacious enough to use his camera equipment. Added to the autumn weather in which they were going to film with the bare trees and the leaves flying, they made it the most aesthetically pleasing. The cold was going to be a hardship for the actors, but he was confident they could manage.

To the right of him were two perfectly equal tombstones. Richard approached. They belonged to a couple, both of whom died at the age of 73, the same year, the woman bore the man's last name. Richard frowned.

"I love it," he told Victor. It was an understatement, it wasn't enough to cover what he felt, but he had to stay professional. That was something he appreciated about Victor, always professional, straight to the point.

Victor had not been his first choice for production, the truth is that he had not known him for more than a month. His first choice, a friend from college, had decided to abandon the project due to personal problems, at least that's what he had said. He probably didn't trust the project enough. A teacher gave him the contact of Vic, a serious man who always took his tasks seriously, and knew how to handle himself easily on set. That's why they still couldn't consider themselves friends, but they both respected each other and wanted the best for the series. Friendship would come later.

"I'm glad, they didn't give us a specific price to pay, but a small donation would be enough. They understand that we have a very limited budget, the other thing they said is that the name of any tombstone cannot be seen on camera, just in case a family member sees this and decides to press charges."

"Yes, that limits us a little from photography, but it won't be a problem," how much Richard understood about that, in these spaces always respecting the dead and their families came first. "I'll talk to Garth about it," he said as they headed out.

They had not taken more than five steps when the noise of the passing train was heard. Richard looked at Vic, knowing him he already knew.

"It happens every 4 minutes, I timed it, only near the entrance you can hear it, but the further we go into the cemetery the less it can be heard." Yes, he already knew it.

"I´ll talk about it with Gar, I don't think there will be a problem in the scenes inside, but for the scenes outside it's going to be complicated, we're going to use short shots with little dialogue," said Richard. The sound was going to be a difficulty here, part of the budget was going to go to getting the necessary equipment for Gar, whom he had not yet met in person, but through messages he seemed like a good guy, a little distracted but capable.

As they continued walking towards the exit Victor asked "And the casting? When are you doing it?"

"On Saturday, the sixteen candidates, are you going to be there?" He was going to be with Barbara to help him and have another opinion, but a third couldn't go wrong. Richard trusted Victor.

"Nah man, I won't be able to, I have to go visit my mother. Did you see what she is like? I have to go see her at least once a week.

Richard nodded.

"And did you see the actresses? Are they pretty?" Victor said raising his eyebrows playfully.

For a brief second Richard blushed but managed to hide it.

"They fit the vision I have of the characters," he said as he looked into the cemetery.

Victor looked at him not completely believing him. "You're going to tell me that you didn't keep your eye on any of them," then he smiled mischievously. "or even the actors, I don't judge"

"Professional Vic, professional," Richard replied. The truth is that the series was his priority, he was not going to let anything keep him from his goal, least of all a passing romance with one of the actresses. They are just that, actors, vehicles for their characters. He couldn't fall in love with them, although he could fall in love with his characters. Richard stopped. He had to push those thoughts away. Returning to the important topic, "I told Barbara to send each character a particular scene for casting and to film themselves doing the scene and then we would see each of them in the casting via Zoom. Is that okay with you?"

"Sounds good to me, it's your thing, I'm very busy with the other locations right now," Vic said with a shrug. He looked at his watch. "Which reminds me that we have half an hour to get to the cafe to talk to the owner."

Richard smiled. He always had his head on the job. Both headed to the train station to catch the next train. Hopefully they would arrive on time to meet the owner.

Kori Anders placed her cell phone horizontally on the table. She sat in front of it and turned on the camera looking at her reflection. He was ready. She grabbed the scene sheets she had printed out and reread them for the thousandth time. Yes, she knew it by heart.

It was a scene that seemed very nice, with a lot of emotion in the characters and her dialogues. Clearly a scene to show off. It was a scene in a cemetery where she met a certain Michael. There was an exchange of dialogues with another actor, something she didn't have right now. After asking many of her friends and they could help her and being rejected by each one, she decided that she was going to do it alone and remain silent in Michael's dialogues. Remaining always focused on what her character was feeling.

She left the sheets on the table. She took a deep breath, a long sigh, and turned on the camera. Showtime.

"Hi, I'm Kori Anders, I'm 21 years old and I'm auditioning for the role of Kate," she said with a smile. Then she lowered her gaze. Her expression changed completely. Her smile faded to be replaced by utter sadness. She was no longer Kori the employee of a fashion store. No, now it was Kate crying in a cemetery mourning her sisters death.

"Have you ever felt like…

Kori turned off the camera. She grabbed a napkin and wiped the tears from her eyes. She grabbed her cell phone and watched her last video. It had taken her 4 tries but she was finally satisfied. She attached the video to the email and sent it back. She looked at the time. She had sent it the night before the live casting, something the producers probably wouldn't like, but it was better than nothing. Yes, she had to be more organized.

Deciding to end her day she collapsed onto the bed. She had an important day tomorrow. She was about to turn off her cell phone when she received a message. She looked at him. It was from her friend Lucy's. "I'm just leaving work, I'm meeting the girls at a bar, I'll send you the location, you are coming right?"

Kori let out a sigh, got up and left her apartment. One drink wouldn´t kill her.

Here after many months is the second chapter, I don't promise that the third will be ready soon but I'm going to try. thanks and review