…and she danced, swinging her arm gracefully around the trunks of beautifully decorated trees with her eyes closed, acting like someone without a care in the world.
“And cut!” The director shouted. She stopped instantly as her make-up people rushed to get her retouched. The director made his way to her, shooing away the anxious assistants and make-up. “Sweetheart,” he said, “you’re doing beautifully.” She smiled at the complement. “Just please, can you do it again with a little more emotions?” Her brow arched, “It’s just we are at such a beautiful location. We’re in the middle of a festival, for…” He paused, “this is what I’d like you to do in the next shot. Look up at the lights and act like you’re enjoying the festival, okay? Can you do that?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, as he walked away, she muttered, “You wouldn’t even be directing this video if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re my dad.”
“Places!” Her dad shouted through a bullhorn. She wrapped her arm around the pole. “And…action!”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
First Image Credit: Tumblr and Second Image Credit: Pixabay