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.

out and then retract swiftly, while the upper torso Leans backward, accentuating the inertia at play. Additionally,

eye, Sabrina pinpointed various nuances that she deemed incongruous.

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

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

props to their designated spots, while assistants

added as he set down the intercom, stepping outside to personally

expert guidance, they commenced shooting once

and actresses displayed their

the monitor, Camden initiated the playback once more, his nod

has

and inquired, “Camden, is there anything else