Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Hey, don’t downplay your abilities. Your works speak volumes of your talent. Why else do you think I sought your counsel?”

Evidently touched by Camden’s earnest solicitation of her expertise, Sabrina offered, “Very well, Camden. I shall gladly impart my insights.”

It dawned on Sabrina that Camden had specifically requested her input.

Could it be that Camden harbored reservations about the opinions of the other assistant directors?

“Just speak out.”

Sabrina’s gaze was riveted to the monitor, her finger deftly selecting a character on the screen before delicately encircling it. “Observe here,” she began, her voice laced with discerning precision.

of fatigue, reflecting the urgency of his stop. Ideally, his legs should momentarily step out and then retract swiftly, while the upper torso Leans backward, accentuating the inertia at play. Additionally, this elder character, from what I understand, possesses a formidable persona and a penchant for control. Gazing down here seems to

pinpointed various nuances that she deemed

and thought for a while. Then

and issued a command to the crew outside, “Hold your positions momentarily. Let’s

their designated spots, while assistants scurried off

down the intercom, stepping outside to personally guide the actors

guidance, they commenced shooting once

their expertise, executing their roles

the playback once more, his nod of approval signifying his

has improved

with a warm smile and inquired, “Camden, is there anything else you