Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Elvin elucidated, “I can’t explain it clearly on the phone in a short while. It appears to revolve around your scenes in the
upcoming film If it so pleases you, could you make your way to the film set?”
After a moment of contemplation, Sabrina conceded, “Very well, I shall proceed forthwith.”
After all, she had partaken in a few scenes on that very set.
Upon delving into the true reason behind Galilea’s police intervention the crew soon realized Galilea’s unavailability for filming,
prompting them to consider a replacement.
Their quest for a new actress had now commenced.
Perhaps Sabrina’s prior scenes were rendered useless With determination, Sabrina retraced her steps toward the film set.
On arrival, the staff gracefully parted to allow her passage. The actors and actresses, framed by the watchful lens of the camera,
ardently carried out their scenes. Camden, with a grave countenance, occupied his seat behind the monitor.
One of the actresses burst into Laughter, necessitating two retakes of the scene.
Sabrina positioned herself alongside the crew to observe.
During this interlude, Camden himself took center stage to offer guidance, as the actor’s emotions were yet to find their proper
expression.
Until the culmination of the entire scene, the actors and actresses sought solace in a brief respite. Some among them clutched
their scripts in readiness for the forthcoming sequence, while others embarked on a swift attire change.
The diligent staff undertook the task of meticulously organizing the remnants of the scene and tending to the assorted props.
Camden, the mastermind behind the camera’s lens, assumed his position before the monitor. Gazing reflectively upon the
recently captured footage, he pondered the nuances therein.
Silently, Sabrina trailed behind Camden, her gaze affixed intently to the Luminous screen.
Startled by the faint commotion, Camden swiveled to face Sabrina and inquired, “Ah, you’ve arrived.”
Sabrina responded with an amiable smile and posed her query, “Camden, you want to talk with me?”

“Sabrina, what are your impressions of this particular scene? I find it rather cumbersome,” Camden said as he gestured toward
the monitor.
“Camden, I am not well-versed in this domain...”
“Please, do not be overly humble. I’ve heard that you’ve overseen the creation of numerous exemplary advertising videos in the
past. Moreover, I was informed of your recent foray into the study of photography.”
While the subjects of their work may have differed, the act of conveying meaning through the medium of the camera bore
undeniable parallels.
Camden had taken the time to acquaint himself with Sabrina’s illustrious professional history and had perused her extensive
portfolio, thus cultivating a profound admiration for her talents.
“I consider myself a novice...”