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.

his upper body should exhibit signs 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,

pinpointed various nuances that she deemed incongruous. She

supported his chin and thought for a while. Then he looked at Sabrina with appreciation and

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

to their designated spots, while assistants

the intercom, stepping outside to personally

expert guidance, they

and actresses displayed their expertise, executing

playback once more, his nod of approval signifying

It has improved

a warm smile and inquired, “Camden, is