“CUT!”

You hear Till groan as he sits up from laying his head in Mizi’s lap, coughing slightly as he makes a slight face from the taste of the fake blood in his mouth and on his neck where he was supposedly ‘shot’ after losing in the final round. He’s been off today, making a few mistakes in his scenes and more tired than usual as he looks at the director in slight annoyance.

“Seriously? I thought that was pretty good.” He grumbled as he got off the stage, thanking his colleague Luka for the extra towel to wipe the blood off and start fresh.

“It could have been better. This is meant to be your ‘final’ goodbye, your supposed death to the viewers, put your heart into it. Think of something to make it feel more real.” The director explains before yelling out there’ll be a long break to clear everyone’s head as Till continues to grumble in annoyance, grabbing a cookie from one of the trays and sitting down.

“Think of something?? Like what? I don’t know what to think about..” He mumbles to himself in frustration. What is going on with him? He never makes simple mistakes like this with scenes, it’s so annoying. He scratches at his neck and cringes at the feeling of the fake blood already drying in some areas as he thinks on what to do.