Crazy Love of the Actor
(Part 5: Workshop 1)

Today the reading schedule for the first day, usually they will be in a hall that is not too big and not too small too, we are about to fit for 100 people.

All the players have been determined, Syila only asked Izraa as the main character, while the others have been determined by the Producer and Directors directly, it took 1 month to find all the players.

Today they all gathered, when Syila came, there were many players, no one greeted her, of course, they were not fans of Syila's book.

There was a large table circling the room equipped with many benches along the table, then behind the bench there were many more benches behind it, the back bench was for the players.

Every bench has its name.

All the players are already sitting on their respective benches. Then the female lead also appeared, right Syila's estimation, it turns out that the woman who became the main role, a woman who is well known both religiously, Hanum her name, wears a hijab longer than Syila, she said, syila had guessed. They are less cool in choosing players, they should choose players who are good at acting, not looking for the same as the character of Syila naturally, because they will be hassles, because they will be, given that the main role in Syila's novel was an idealistic strong woman, if they chose such a woman, the production process would definitely falter. Syila smiled cynically.

As she passed the female lead role, Syila accidentally nudged her back, she looked harshly, probably thinking a man who had accidentally nudged her, knowing it was a woman, he said firmly.

“Be careful yes, Mbak.” Not with ketus, but enough to tell Syila that his guess is right, it will be difficult to cooperate with him. Because she's a hard woman who quite has an establishment, similar to her.

“Sorry.” Syila looked at him sharply, the woman was like surprised as Syila reacted equally fiercely.

Then Syila passed by, as Syila sat on the bench with her name and status in their film, the Female Lead Player was startled, her face flushed, she didn't know, she said, her film debut was due to a novel from a best seller writer that she had just rebuked loudly.

Syila looked back on him expressionlessly, the woman tried to smile, forced to be alone, Syila did not reply, then immediately looked up.

The producer and the director came, everyone greeted him, except Syila, he remained on the bench, the Producer and Director instead directly approached Syila.

“Syil, have you come?” Producer greets.

“Iya, Sir.” Syila just answered flatly.

Then the director greeted him by touching his shoulder and passing him.

It was only Izraa who had not come, as usual, that she was always late.

Syila's upset.

When Izraa came he greeted Syila first.

“Halo.”

“Can be more timely?” Shila reprimanded him in front of everyone, instantly the room suddenly cold. All were silent, no one dared to defend anyone.

“Can, but can you also guarantee, when I am on time, the reading starts immediately? I don't like to waste free time just to chat this it.”

In Syila's heart what Izraa said was true, now reading can not start because some people are still preparing the camera.

Unable to reply to Izraa's words, Syila ended up just glued to the script. The atmosphere is calm again. But everyone knew, what kind of person the young girl looked like, was hard and without tolerance. One thing is for sure, she is the author of the novel, the author of the characters they will play, Syila is not an arbitrary woman they can underestimate.

“Good morning everyone, the reading will begin, the camera has been turned on, of course we will edit the unimportant part, but as much as possible please keep the attitude, because this reading will be published to the media as a marketing media, so please help him to read the script well and earnestly.” The Producer secretary opens the session.

Izraa sat next to the lead role woman, Hanum. They start with the scene when they meet for the first time, this scene is when Izraa is on the bus, the scenario is Izraa a man who is migrating to Jakarta for work, she is good at martial arts, meeting Hanum the female lead who is also wandering but for college.

“Sorry.” It was Izraa's first dialogue because she hit Hanum when they were about to take the bus.

“Can be careful? you're endangering someone.” Hanum read the dialogue. They read the dialogue and sit on the bench, because this is still a reading session, you could say, building chemistry first, not yet the filming stage.

“Ya.” Hanum replied to the dialogue.

“Num, no, ‘ya’ her without a gentle gaze, remember, at this moment, in your mind, Izraa is a bully, why are you looking at her with a gentle gaze?” Syila interrupted their dialogue, The Director and Producer only nodded in agreement.

“Oh ok.” Hanum felt a dark aura from Syila's words, in his heart thinking, it was wrong to have made a bad impression on Syila earlier. Syila was just being professional, regardless of whether she was severely reprimanded or not.

“Let's from Izraa's last dialog, yes.” The director gave aba-aba.

Then Izraa read out the dialogue seamlessly, exactly as Syila wanted.

Hanum read out well the dialogue, although some times faltered because Izraa looked excessive, Izraa was handsome. Although he seemed arrogant because once finished reading, he asked to go home directly.

While Syila drowned with his writing again, on the sidelines of reading he remained focused on writing.

“Syil, I first.” Izraa.

“Ok sip.” Syila replied without looking, she was engrossed in the attack of ideas.

“So tomorrow, you can guarantee I come on time and read directly from.” Izraa still hasn't let go of that apparently. He asked for another answer.

As soon as Syila's typing finger stopped, she felt Izraa was joking or being cynical.

“Mau-mau Mas Izraa only, after all I can not meet that expectation, Mas Izraa knows clearly the answer, right?” Syila looked at him, Izraa looked so high, that Syila had to look up.

Then unexpectedly, Izraa knelt down to speak closer to Syila, everyone suddenly looked straight at them.

Syila looks nervous and awkward, so she reflexes away her body, but still on the bench.

“Mas? are we that close until you call me that name?” Syila's face was flushed, what the hell, that's what Syila thought.

“Oh sorry, then what should I call? Bang's? Aa? A kakanda? Or Your Majesty?” Syila did not want to lose and lost face.

“You can call me, Om. Our age is quite far, isn't it, 7 years? When you were just born, I could already read.” Izraa looked serious, his attitude and words were very counterintuitive, he knelt down just to insult.

“Alright, Om Izraa, it's up to Om, to come on time, come late, your nephew is accepting Om, as is.” Syila wanted everything to be finished quickly, because she could not bear to write immediately, she was indeed not a person who cared about the opinions of others.

“Be careful what you say, I'm the one who always charges appointments.” Izraa was still on her knees, Syila thought this would be over quickly.

“I mean be careful?”

“Receive Om as it is, if Om billih, not necessarily Syila will be able to meet in the next day.” Izraa then stood up leaving Shila who was upset by the man's words.

Of course, at this time both Syila and Izraa do not know each other, they only speak without meaning, because they do not understand each other.

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Author's Note :

I'm giving you a clear line, so you don't get past it, because who knows, when you get past it, we both can't afford to go back and instead sink into crazy love.