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.
“This figure’s posture lacks authenticity. When he halts his sprint, 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,
accentuating the inertia at play. Additionally, this elder character, from what I understand, possesses a formidable persona and a
penchant for control. Gazing down here seems to undermine his dominant disposition. A loftier gaze might be more fitting...”
With a meticulous eye, Sabrina pinpointed various nuances that she deemed incongruous. She concluded, “That’s all, Camden.”
Camden nodded as he listened. He supported his chin and thought for a while. Then he looked at Sabrina with appreciation and
said, “I think you are right. Details.”
With this declaration, he lifted the intercom and issued a command to the crew outside, “Hold your positions momentarily. Let’s
repeat the preceding scene.”
The crew members were momentarily bewildered, hastily returning props to their designated spots, while assistants scurried off
to summon the actors.
“Please, bear with us a moment,” Camden added as he set down the intercom, stepping outside to personally guide the actors
and photographers in their preparations.
With his expert guidance, they commenced shooting once more.
The actors and actresses displayed their expertise, executing their roles with finesse.

Returning to the monitor, Camden initiated the playback once more, his nod of approval signifying his satisfaction.
“Excellent. It has improved significantly.”
Sabrina graced him with a warm smile and inquired, “Camden, is there anything else you require of me?”
Should her services no longer be needed, she was prepared to take her leave.
Camden’s gaze lifted, a warm smile gracing his lips.
“Certainly. Let us find a more comfortable spot to converse,” he suggested.
“Of course,” Sabrina agreed, though a hint of surprise tinged her response.
What could this be about?