Chapter 106: Chain Collision
The sun disappeared behind the dunes as Sofia Coppola trudged across the soft sand toward her trailer. While her body wasn't particularly exhausted from the busy workday, her mind was completely drained. Her ears, battered all day by the constant roar of massive explosions, still throbbed with a persistent ringing.
"Good thing I'm used to it by now," she muttered.
Reaching her trailer, she glanced next door out of habit. It was Duke's place, and clearly empty. When that guy threw himself into his work, "laser-focused" barely covered it. They had shot so many explosion sequences today, there was no telling what time he would finally knock off.
"No need to worry about him. Doesn't he have Naomi Watts around now anyway?"
Sofia murmured to herself. She pulled open the door to her trailer and stepped inside, peeling off her sand-covered clothes. Ducking into the bathroom, she stood beneath the showerhead, tilting her face up to meet the warm, clean water.
The crew's explosions had been so massive today that plenty of sand had found its way into her hair.
Thinking back to the afternoon shoot, Sofia felt her heart rate suddenly spike. Even though she had adapted to Duke's directing style, seeing a hundred-foot spaceship model swallowed by a sea of fire amidst thunderous explosions still left her trembling. That explosion fanatic—that maniac of destruction—had actually ordered the crew to rig dozens of explosives on the model and set them off in sequence like fireworks.
After her shower, Sofia quickly dried off. Seeing that it wasn't too late, she wrapped herself in a towel, sat down at the table, and pulled out her fountain pen and notebook to jot down a work diary entry.
She didn't write every day, but whenever she had new insights about film, she made sure to write them down. And it wasn't just the movie she was writing about—it was also the guy she was working for.