OtC l 39.2 - Performance.
[Dixon not binding on any muse. Julian, worth_seconds, however is mine.]
"Look," Dixon said, getting up from the chair that had Lucas' name on it. Dixon himself never sat in the same chair twice in a row and Lucas was getting used to standing at his shoots, anyway. It wasn't the chair that bothered him. It was Dixon and it was his approach. No, it was just Dixon. "You have to...give a better performance, by the end of this scene, I want to be able to rip your clothes off." Lucas cleared his throat and exchanged a look with Julian. "...I want to be able to - picture your clothes off and right now, you've got it... right there, you know? Right there but I want you over there. I want you on the other side of the fence," Dixon exclaimed, throwing his hand forward as well to emphasize his point.
"I can do that," the Brooke look-a-like whose name didn't really matter to Lucas said with a peppy bounce.
"Good," Dixon responded. There was something slimy about him. Or maybe he was just pure slime. Lucas let that thought take him into the next part of the scene, where he found himself wincing as Brooke numero dos popped up from the backseat.
Lucas caught his double eyeing the actress'...assets and cleared his throat once again before turning around and taking a moment stretch, his hands around his neck. Julian attempted to mediate.
"Lucas' double was too engaged in Brooke's -- Davis's," he said, tastefully.
"Right," Dixon said, wagging his finger, as if he actually knew what Julian was trying to say. "How about you then...turn front..." Both the director's voice and thoughts trailed off as he attempted to get an idea of what he wanted. "I don't understand why Luke can't just --"
But Luke was right there with the answer. "Because, this moment isn't about the fact that Brooke is naked. It's about her getting naked. It's about her being Brooke Davis and popping out from behind the front seat and being there. It's not about her...Davis's," he said. "I would even like it if we didn't see -"
"Her Davis's," Julian finished, Lucas nodding along with him.
"Right," Dixon responded, taking a step back.
"Brooke's gotten everything she's ever wanted. She sleeps with guys at parties. She pops up in their backseats," Lucas offered. "But...is she--"
"T-trying too hard?" Brooke dos attempted, resting her arms on the seat in front of her.
"Exactly," Lucas said, relaxing back. "This isn't about Brooke being naked. This is about Brooke Davis -- being naked...does that make sense?" he asked her, leaned down, his arm on the top of the car.
"Yeah, it does," she replied, sighing happily.
"Good," he replied.
"Good," Dixon said, turning to Luke and smiling, widely. "So, now you've got to explain all that right there - to me right here..." This was going to be a long day.
"Look," Dixon said, getting up from the chair that had Lucas' name on it. Dixon himself never sat in the same chair twice in a row and Lucas was getting used to standing at his shoots, anyway. It wasn't the chair that bothered him. It was Dixon and it was his approach. No, it was just Dixon. "You have to...give a better performance, by the end of this scene, I want to be able to rip your clothes off." Lucas cleared his throat and exchanged a look with Julian. "...I want to be able to - picture your clothes off and right now, you've got it... right there, you know? Right there but I want you over there. I want you on the other side of the fence," Dixon exclaimed, throwing his hand forward as well to emphasize his point.
"I can do that," the Brooke look-a-like whose name didn't really matter to Lucas said with a peppy bounce.
"Good," Dixon responded. There was something slimy about him. Or maybe he was just pure slime. Lucas let that thought take him into the next part of the scene, where he found himself wincing as Brooke numero dos popped up from the backseat.
Lucas caught his double eyeing the actress'...assets and cleared his throat once again before turning around and taking a moment stretch, his hands around his neck. Julian attempted to mediate.
"Lucas' double was too engaged in Brooke's -- Davis's," he said, tastefully.
"Right," Dixon said, wagging his finger, as if he actually knew what Julian was trying to say. "How about you then...turn front..." Both the director's voice and thoughts trailed off as he attempted to get an idea of what he wanted. "I don't understand why Luke can't just --"
But Luke was right there with the answer. "Because, this moment isn't about the fact that Brooke is naked. It's about her getting naked. It's about her being Brooke Davis and popping out from behind the front seat and being there. It's not about her...Davis's," he said. "I would even like it if we didn't see -"
"Her Davis's," Julian finished, Lucas nodding along with him.
"Right," Dixon responded, taking a step back.
"Brooke's gotten everything she's ever wanted. She sleeps with guys at parties. She pops up in their backseats," Lucas offered. "But...is she--"
"T-trying too hard?" Brooke dos attempted, resting her arms on the seat in front of her.
"Exactly," Lucas said, relaxing back. "This isn't about Brooke being naked. This is about Brooke Davis -- being naked...does that make sense?" he asked her, leaned down, his arm on the top of the car.
"Yeah, it does," she replied, sighing happily.
"Good," he replied.
"Good," Dixon said, turning to Luke and smiling, widely. "So, now you've got to explain all that right there - to me right here..." This was going to be a long day.