Chapter 1912 Stick To The Script
“After that, we would… we would…” Zayden scratched his head again before turning to Yuvan for help. Yuvan cleared his throat.
“After having my apple snatched from me, I will fall down and weep. His father will then appear and assume that he had been bullying me. After interrogating me and finding out that I am a retarded orphan, he will bring me home and have the doctor take a look at me, only to find out that I am the doctor’s son, and then—”
“Stop!” the director yelled. Your role is a simpleton, not the doctor’s son! Where did that come from? Do you really want to be the doctor’s son that badly? Besides, your blandly delivered lines from earlier tonight remain a problem. You can’t act this way! There is no dynamism of emotion in your scenes.
“I still think that it’s an exciting plot twist,” Yuvan mumbled, abashed that his idea was met with incredulous glances. “Nobody would expect a retard to be the doctor’s son, would they? You wouldn’t have seen this coming, I bet.”
The assistant director stared at him severely. “No, I wouldn’t, because that’s not what the script says! Play your role as the simpleton and do it with passion. If you refuse to cooperate, you’re free to go. The role of the doctor’s son is not yours to play.”
Yuvan heaved a sigh. “Fine, I’ll stick to my role. What a waste of a killer plot twist.”
Evan glanced at Nicole. “He’s a stubborn one, isn’t he? He still wants to play the part of your son!”
“He’s an orphan. He’s probably really lacking motherly love.”
“Why does he have to come to you for it? There are plenty of other women out there to be his mother.”
“It’s possible that he wishes for his mother to be a doctor like I am.”
Evan’s gaze intensified as he gave a noncommittal chuckle. I don’t think it’s as simple as it sounds.
The director approached Sheila cautiously. “Ms. Muir, what say we take a break and let Zayden and Yuvan familiarize themselves with the script again?”
After considering the request, Sheila relented and gave them twenty minutes. While the actors worked, the other members of the crew were grateful for the break.
Zayden stood in the corner and began studying his script in earnest.
If I forget again, I will be in for a thrashing when I get home. I must remember everything this time.
Yuvan had familiarized himself with the script over the course of the entire day. It was only due to Zayden’s forgetfulness that Yuvan decided to take the opportunity and suggest improvising the scene.
If I could not play the part of her son, I would not be able to develop the bond of mother and son with her. Outside of the studio, I have next to no chance to do so. I’d better take advantage of our on-screen relationship to get close to her. The only thing I can do now is to remain on good terms with these kids and get close to the Seet family. They are my way in.
After the twenty minutes was up, the crew reassembled to film the scene. With Yuvan’s help, Zayden was able to get through the entire dialogue. Despite sounding stiff at times, the scene was finally deemed complete.
After the director declared for the scene to be wrapped up, Sheila told Zayden to go over the script again when they got home which he agreed to meekly.
Yuvan had been an excellent co-star by bringing to life the despair and desolation of a simple-minded orphan. Even the director’s initial impression of him had changed as he lavished praise upon the latter.
“Well done, Yuvan. You played the role of a simpleton very well!”
“That’s right. Even though you can’t play the part of the doctor’s son, you’re gifted in other ways. You’re born to play the part of a retard. The role is made for you!”
“If he keeps this up, he might even make a name for himself for playing mentally retarded characters.”
Yuvan was dumbfounded. I’m not sure if this is the sort of praise I want to hear.
“Let’s wrap it up for today. Good job, everybody. Let’s go home and get some well-deserved rest.”
Upon Sheila’s dismissal, the crew began packing their things to head home for the day.
