Not over
The shooting at Le Feur was in progress but with a bad taste in every body's mouths. It was already the fifteenth take, but Mu Shuchun wasn't doing it perfectly.
The director and the cast were stumped because Mu Shuchun was so professional, and she never made any such blunders. She was an international model for a reason, but now that demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
Sometimes she forgot her line, or sometimes she was looking too stiff, or sometimes she stuttered in her dialogue.
Huian was quietly watching the shoot from her seat, but she was completely expressionless. The director didn't know what to do. At this point, My Shuchun was as good as done.
"Cut!"
It was still a failure.
Mu Shuchun was sweating.
The director awkwardly smiled, but inwardly, he was pissed off at her.
What happened!
"Director one more take." Mu Shuchun said, wiping her forehead.
The director was said, "I think we should take a break."