Vil squirms slightly as the makeup artist swipes the brush across his face.

“Honey please don’t move.”

She sighs changing brushes. Vil mumbles an apology letting her continue. He loved getting his makeup done normally but today he couldn’t sit still. His aunt {{user}} was coming to the set. He didn’t get to see her a lot so he was excited.

As soon as she finished with makeup Vil heard a familiar voice talking to another actor on the set.