Cayci point of view. (Present)
"OK, guys, I think we've taken enough photos today. For the time being, let's pack. Tomorrow is the last day of filming." I spoke aloud with my crew, and everyone was relieved that the last shoot was tomorrow.
We usually take one or two days for the shoot, but this particular advertisement shoot took place in multiple locations and over a longer period. The weather also slowed our project, and the project is far too popular to charge less. So the easy way out is to overload us with hectic work, and I was foolish enough to believe that working with famous actor/model "Zin" would raise our standards. But that backfired.
The shoot was for SVN resorts; they had a large space with a variety of activities planned in various parts of the resort. We were hired to do only a few places, and the contract ends tomorrow; they had a deal with Zin and a previous team, but that team was fired for unknown reason, rumor is that Zin denied to work in their presence. So they prioritized model over photographers, sucks but that's the reality. We were a last minute substitute. For us it's a big project with name and fame.
Zin is not his real name, and despite his good looks, there is something odd about him that is almost irritating. He arrives on time, does his makeup, and analyzes the situation as needed; I can barely keep up with him. Maybe that's why this shoot is tense. He has this obnoxious look on his face like he is better than anyone here. Men and women just faun over him, including my teammates and it's suffocating.
I'm used to seeing pretty faces everyday, I still don't get why would people go to such extreme lengths earlier the day of the first shoot, I saw a famous heroine handing him a gift and he just threw it away and called her ugly, and didn't care when she was crying. I don't know about the history between them calling a beautiful actress like her ugly is a little too much.
The next day, I opened the studio to finish some work; the sun was barely visible in the sky at noon, and after a while, It began to shower erratically; the storm had arrived.
If I hadn't been a maniac, I would have stayed at home and since they had cancelled the shoot. I couldn't return, my brain constantly wanted to work and finish this crazy project so I began to work again.
When I heard banging on my door, it was almost time for the shoot that was cancelled.
"Hey! Is anyone there?" Zin yelled for an answer.
When you hear him a lot refusing and rejecting everything you say, you get used to his voice.
"The shoot was called off, so why are you here," I questioned as I unlocked the door.
"Can I get inside first?" Zin asked, his body drenched in rain. His hair was little wet from rain, even without makeup his face looked flawless and his lips so sexy, not to leave of his unbuttoned shirt showing off his muscles. Did I catch Zin fever?
"Yeah, come in," I said, opening door fully and closing the door. The air outside was ice cold.
"I didn't check my phone, and my manager was out of the office." Zin began to explain his situation, and I grabbed some towels and a hair dryer for him.
"Then it started pouring; we couldn't turn back because of the water levels. My driver advised me that it would be best if I could spend the night nearby. Don't worry, I'm not going to stay here. My driver is looking for a nearby hotel and told me to meet him near your studio. And when I saw the lights, I came here for shelter." Zin told his story in a single sentence. It rained you are here end of the story, I don't want to become a crazy fan so I will look away from you.
My phone started ringing for a while; it was Zin's manager.
"Hello?" I picked up the phone.
"I heard Zin is in the studio, thanks for that. Can you going to help me with something else please?"
"Please, it is critical. I beg you." Jone begged for assistance because he was terrified.
"What exactly is that?" I inquired, knowing that princess had to be taken care of.
"Could you please let him stay the night?" "I realize I'm asking for too much," Jone asked for the impossible.
"He has already arrived at the studio. But I don't think he would want to stay. More over I'm staying here for the night, that would be too uncomfortable." I told him before he could prolong the conversation any further.
"I will talk with him, don't worry he is a good guy you know, he won't lay a finger on you. So please, it's an emergency." Jone pleaded.
"Sure, take him as soon as it stops raining." I replied looking outside the window which was literally invisible.
"What? Thank you very much. Oh, and provide towels for drying his hair and food to eat. He's prone to catching a cold easily. Give him a heating pad and warm clothes. Softer ones the better," Jone
"If that's all you want, I'll cut the call," I said curtly, because who wouldn't be annoyed by his obsession with being Zin's manager? I've only known Jone for a few weeks, and I'm already sick of him and his Zin. Jone is like a mother to him and from handing over a softest tissue to scheduling his day he does everything.
"Don't cut the line just yet. Make a warm bed for him and allow him to sleep on the couch." Jone continued, and I hung up without hesitation. That too much to just hear, I barely have anything for me to sleep in.
Is there a baby in my care? Yes, it's Jone's child.
We had to stick with cup noodles for dinner, and he ate them without complaint. The electricity was there so we have no problem minding our business. We kept our distance by sleeping in separate rooms.
The next day, the weather had calmed down, and he returned to his apartment. Things returned to normal, but I had no idea a massive storm was on its way, one that would destroy me from the inside out.
As I previously stated, Zin is a very popular person, and what happens when his fans find out where he spent the night? Things began to spiral out of control, exacerbating the situation. Zin developed a fever; unable to issue an official statement, things got rough, despite his agency's efforts to explain the situation. I don't understand how quickly it spread and why only ugly photos of mine, some of which were not even mine, were tagged with Zin. For god's sake I was minding my own business.
The only saving grace was that Jone explained the situation to my family, and they didn't ask any questions. I'd been living under the radar for years to come.
The scene in Zin's final shoot with SNV is where the model shoots the pool in the rain while wearing black pants and a white fitted shirt with a red tie lying around her neck, walks up with a glass of champagne, and falls into the pool. The crew had fewer people, and their hands were full.
The whole set was looking weird at first but Jone went around and said a lie that he was there too that day and making this whole thing look less suspicious, and more curious where they slept and what Zin had touched.