Fan Fiction |
by distant origin
He felt someone slap his back lightly. “Hey,” Vic greeted. “Did you go with Jerry and Vanness to the bar last night?”
Ken shook his head. “No.”
“Good,” Vic said. “I was beginning to think there was no way to get away from all their talk on those models,” he said.
Ken laughed. “Aren’t you disappointed that you didn’t get to go?”
“No. Why would I be?” he asked. “Going would’ve meant losing sleep, and THAT'S something I’d really be disappointed about.”
Ken laughed again. Good ol’ ZaiZai, always cheering people up. He’d probably understand if he told her about his 'feelings' for Dana. But he shook his head, quickly deciding against it. The more he didn’t talk about it, the more it’d go away. This was their 2nd to the last day in LA after all, and after their last shoot the next day, he’d never have to see Dana again. Whether that was good news or bad news, though, he still had yet to decide.
“Alright, break’s over!” Dana announced, clapping her hands, and looking around. “Jerry,” she said, pausing at his direction. “Let’s do your solo first.”
Jerry nodded and walked towards the middle of the studio where the lights were strategically placed to give an atmosphere of sadness around the place. He sat on the chair at the middle and turned to look at the camera. “Is this okay?” he said, leaning his elbows on his lap. It sort of made him look like ‘The Thinker’, without his fist against his forehead.
“Perfect,” Dana said. “Except, that, you should really look at the camera,” she told him. “Girls hate it when you cover your face in your videos.”
Everyone in the studio laughed, including Dana, as she didn’t expect to get that kind of reaction. She smiled, again put in a good mood by everyone’s hard work. “Action.”