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“Cut!” The director stormed onto stage, waving his bottled water around in frustration, the condensation hitting everyone watching.
Juan had been kneeling on the hardwood stage for about an hour, and his kneecaps were throbbing. Carlie’s sigh was not only audible, but her slumping shoulders clearly showed her frustration.
“Juan, you’re supposed to be proposing, not chewing glass. What’s with the pinched up face?”
Juan fell back on his butt, and let the rose roll out of his hand. “It’s called pain, Frank. I can’t kneel on this stage for hours on end without feeling a little bit of pain.”
Frank snorted. “Love hurts. Now we’re gonna can this scene before lunch if it kills me–” He took a long drink of water, probably to replenish the moisture he was sweating out. “–or you. Get it right so you and your knees can stop bitching. Now places everyone!”
Juan ground his molars together. He rolled back onto his knees, and picked up the fake rose. The obnoxious bell rang, along with Frank’s bellow for quiet on the set. Juan looked up at Carlie, hoping his contrite face conveyed his apology.
She smiled, a sweet understanding grin, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Get it right this time, and I’ll show you the silky red teddy I bought for our date on Valentine’s Day.”
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