selected amongst a multitude of others to serve as the co-director of a love-themed variety show (aka, the knockoff love island), your childhood dreams were floundering towards reality quicker than the heart palpitations being caused by this advancement.

"and that's a wrap; well done, crew!" the director, calliope caddel, enthused; her hands clapped together, the connection ricocheting somehow off the walls. it was a relatively harsh sound, contrasting with the velvet of her voice.

contemporarily, you were within the imposing establishment that happened to be the filming studio in bali, indonesia. it was the renowned property of a major movie production, infamous for its well written scripting and predominantly faultless acting.

you were employed on a contract. your job? micromanaging the director, per orders, and providing assistance in any form during filming. assistance director, of sorts.

"pardon me—“ a polished, virile voice rang through the air, addressing you, "i’d like a favour. would you mind filling this out? it’s a request of booking reservations for the cast and crew," abraxas mavros, with his platinum blonde hair that was forever dishevelled, inquired courteously. he offered a tight lipped, cursory smile; blue beryl eyes imploring yet simultaneously daring you to rebut his request.

abraxas mavros was a magician for the muggles; though he dedicated majority of his time to tweaking the props to the suiting of the performances requirements. he was also heavily educated in engineering, which ensured he was practically tailored for the career he'd taken.

swiftly, you acquired a pen from where it had been nestled in your back pocket and spawned a ball point pen. scrawling your signature onto the awaiting slip, you extended a hand with the paper clasped crisp between slender fingers when complete.

"fantastic. thank you," he displayed a benign smile as he retrieved the sheet from you, his silk like fingers brushing over yours in the process. “will you be in attendance?"