Steven Universe: Behind The Scenes-Chapter 27: Actors At Work
A few days passed, and Steven woke up in his room, he picked up his phone and got a text from Mordecai. He and the crew were at the studio. Steven looks at the time, the numbers read 9:10 and under it, it said March 26.
Steven got out of bed and went to the bathroom.
He stepped out and went to his closet and picked out his bright red star shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. The hybrid put them on grabbed his white Converse, put them on, and tied them.
He grabbed his hat that he bought a few days ago and put it atop his curly hair, grabbed his phone, and went out the door. Steven went on his phone and looked up the distance.
Twenty-five minutes. Perfect.
Steven walked downstairs, went out the door, grabbed his bike, and took the ride to Burbank. He decided to listen to music on the way.
He grabs his earbuds, plugs them in, and puts on a song.
The Cartoon Network movie lot was already bustling with life. Steven parked his bike, and put his feet on the ground, As a tall and grey rock man walked up. he wore a black guard uniform. "Rada rada."
Steven showed him the text that he got from his friend Mordecai. "I'm here to watch them film Snitzhel." He said.
Snitzhel nods and rasied the gate. Steven biked inside the studio and saw actors, Crew members, And even familiar faces studying their lines, he was looking for Regular Show.
"Oh, excuse me?" Steven asked. He sees a boy, he is wearing a white hat that covers his head and neck, his clothes are a blue shirt and shorts consisting of a green backpack worn on his back, completed with white socks that were cupped around his ankles and black shoes.
"Oh, hello." the boy said.
"Oh my gosh! your Finn The Human from Adventure Time! Can I have a picture?" he asked.
"Sure, man," he said, Finn walked over and put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and Steven took a selfie with the boy.
"Oh, can you point me to where the Regular Show studio is?"
"Oh, you see that soundstage over there?" he asked. Steven nods. "It's there, soundstage twelve."
"Thanks, Finn! Hey. Happy late birthday by the way."
"Thank you!" he said, then Steven rode off to the soundstage.
He'd made it, he walked in and saw a large, acoustically treated space designed for recording the show. Inside, he saw high ceilings and expansive floor space to accommodate various setups. The walls are often lined with sound-absorbing materials, such as foam panels or curtains, to minimize echoes and improve sound quality.
The floor may be open or have a stage area, with various microphones, instruments, and recording equipment scattered throughout. There are usually control rooms adjacent to the main stage, equipped with mixing consoles, audio interfaces, and monitors for sound engineers to manage the recording process.
The lighting can vary, with bright overhead lights for visibility and more atmospheric lighting for specific scenes or performances. Overall, a soundstage is a versatile environment tailored for optimal audio production, featuring a blend of technical equipment and creative space.
Steven sees a living room setup, Mordecai and Rigby are talking with Margret at the snack table. Then, someone walks into the set. Steven sees him — probably Mordecai and Rigby's director.
The man has straight, dark brown hair that falls over his forehead and ears. He is smiling broadly, displaying his teeth. He is wearing a light-colored, button-up shirt. He also has a black and white checkered lanyard around his neck, He holds a clipboard under his arm as he walks to the director's chair.
"Coooollll!" Steven whispered, his eyes going starry, his friends smiled at him.
"I will ask him if you can watch," Mordecai said, Walking up to the director.
"So, Steven. you want to be an actor?" Margret asked.
"Heck yeah, I do! That will be AWESOME!" He said, jumping up into the air, Margret chuckled, she liked him.
"Yeah, It's a lot of fun, I love it you know."
"I bet!" he said. Then, the Blue Jay walked back towards him and gave the hybrid a thumbs up.
"Okay places, guys! And action!"
"Regular Show: Brain Eraser, Scene One. Take one." the Clapper Loader said, clapping the clapperboard.
Mordecai and Rigby were deeply engrossed in their latest video game session, the screen flashing with vibrant colors and intense action. Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted from the television, accompanied by bold letters declaring, "PLAYER 1 WINS!" Rigby slumped back into the couch, frustration etched on his face.
"Ugh! I lost again," he groaned, his eyes narrowing at the screen.
Mordecai, with a smug grin, simply shrugged, his amusement evident. "Hmph. Hmph," he replied, relishing his victory.
Rigby's annoyance quickly turned to distraction as he rummaged through the couch cushions. "This stupid thing was throwing me off," he muttered, pulling out a magazine that read, "Mustaches Monthly-SPECIAL HANDLEBAR ISSUE!"
Mordecai's eyes widened in realization. "Dude! Pops' Mustaches Monthly! Benson told us to deliver this weeks ago. You have to give this to Pops."
Rigby's protest was immediate. "What?! Why do I have to?"
"Because you're the tool who crammed it between the sofa cushions!" Mordecai shot back, exasperated.
Rigby huffed, sinking deeper into the couch. "I can't get up now. I'm going to lose this sweet butt cheek groove I've been working into this couch! It looks just like me!" He gestured to the distinct impression his body had left on the fabric.
Mordecai rolled his eyes. "I'm not going up those stairs, dude."
After a moment of silence, Rigby proposed a solution. "Fine, let's play rock-paper-scissors for it."
With determination, Rigby threw out paper while Mordecai chose rock. "Hmph hmph," Rigby smirked, reveling in his victory.
"Whatever," Mordecai groaned, begrudgingly conceding. As Rigby resumed his gaming, Mordecai reluctantly made his way to Pops' room, where he could hear the sound of running water.
"Pops. Yo, Pops. I found your Mustache Monthly," he called out, placing the magazine on a chair. Just as he turned, he was met with a shocking sight—Pops, fresh out of the shower and completely naked.
"Aaaaagh!" both Mordecai and Pops screamed in unison, their eyes wide with horror.
In the chaos, Mordecai caught an unintended glimpse of Pops' "junk mail." Panic surged through him as Pops hurriedly covered himself with his hat, while Mordecai instinctively shielded his eyes.
"Aaaaagh!" they both continued to exclaim, trying to escape the awkward situation, but finding themselves blocking each other's path.
"Uh... uh... uh... uh..." Mordecai stammered his heart racing.
"Uh... uh... uh... uh..." Pops echoed, equally flustered.
Steven was trying his hardest to contain his laughter.
Finally, Mordecai managed to slip past Pops, darting out of the room just as Pops retreated into his bathroom. Breathing heavily, Mordecai made his way back downstairs and plopped onto the couch next to Rigby.
"Stop playing for a second," Mordecai panted. "When I went upstairs, Pops was getting out of the shower."
Rigby looked at him, puzzled. "Yeah, so?"
"And he didn't have a towel," Mordecai replied, his voice laced with disbelief.
Rigby's face twisted in disgust. "Ewww!"
"Cut! Perfect guys!" J.G said, standing up, Steven then burst out laughing.
"Not funny, Steven." he glares at his friend.
"It is! you saw Pops naked, dude!"
Rigby looks at his two friends back to back.
"It was for the scene!" he protested.
"I know! but was that acting or real? cause it looked pretty real to me." Rigby said, Mordecai punched him in the arm.
"Owwww!" Rigby said as his friend glared at him.
"You did a good job," Margret said. Mordecai could still see Pops'… stuff, it's burned into his brain. And they were rehearsed this last week!
"Thanks, Margret," he said. Sighing to himself.
Steven looks at Mordecai.
"Okay guys, places!" J.G. sat in the director's chair holding a bottle of water in his hand. "And…" The man said. "Action."
"Regular Show: Brain Eraser, Scene Two. Take two." the Clapper Loader said, clapping the clapperboard.
Mordecai and Rigby were lounging in the park, the sun casting long shadows as the day wound down. Trying to be helpful, Mordecai picked up Mr. Peterson's magazine delivery, intending to drop it off at the old man's house on their way back.
"I tried not to look and just give him the magazine, but I saw his..." Mordecai began, his voice tinged with horror.
Rigby, ever the jokester, interjected with a smirk, "His junk mail? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Mordecai's face turned pale. "No, dude, I'm mentally scarred. It's like the image is glued to the inside of my eyelids. Every saggy, wrinkled, shriveled, pasty..."
"Whoa, whoa! Don't put it in my head," Rigby quickly interrupted, holding up his hand as if to ward off the mental image.
Mordecai glared at him, the ghostly vision still unsettling in his mind. "This is your fault. You have to help me."
Rigby sighed, realizing the gravity of his friend's distress. "I'll help you to forget it if you promise to stop talking about it."
A glimmer of hope appeared in Mordecai's eyes. "Deal."
They shook hands, sealing the agreement, each hoping to put the disturbing incident behind them.
Steven watches the whole filming process from start to end.
The behind-the-scenes took hours to film because some actors forgot their lines. But all and all, it was a good filming day, Steven was walking out of the soundstage, he was about to grab his bike, then he bumped into a woman. Steven looks up.
The woman has short, curly dark hair and wears glasses. She is dressed in a plaid shirt with red, blue, and black colors over a light-colored top. She is standing with one hand in her pocket.
"I… I am so sorry."
"It's okay, It's my fault. Should've watched where I was going." The woman said Steven heard the woman's voice. It was the most calming voice he had ever heard in his life.
"What's your name?" the woman asked.
"I'm Steven Universe.
"I'm Rebecca Sugar, nice to meet you."
A\N: THIS IS IT! Steven had just met his future director! I can't wait to see where this goes from here! Bye, guys