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    -Cut, - said the director, ecstatic about the perfect scene they just captured.


    -Julie, - called the director, Richard Linklater. "You have to see this scene," he said.


    There was a certain work aura between the two; each worked at a slow pace, reviewing the shots carefully, from slight adjustments in the frame to the extras, and the dialogue. It was the fourth take, shot from multiple angles, to determine which would be the appropriate recording for the rest of the film. What was curious was that they were actually on a moving train, heading to Vienna, nothing like adding realism to the film, already shot with only two cameras and minimal lighting.


    Billy was reading the medieval book; it was interesting. With Julie, they had bought some second-hand books written in English; she read in French and was teaching him a bit.


    -Awesome, - said Julie.


    There was a thumbs-up, which made Billy happy.


    -What do we do now? - asked Billy.


    -Well, we have to wait until we get to Vienna. We''ve already done the recordings while the train is moving. Now it''s your turn, the guy who invites the girl to walk around Vienna in a daring gesture, - said Julie.


    -I hope Celine says yes; I would be embarrassed if she left the train with her, - said Billy.


    -I''d worry more about filming quickly, although your performance has been more than perfect, and you usually fit the script to a T. We only have 45 minutes before the train departs; we must film all the scenes as quickly as possible, -said Julie.


    -Try not to drag us, Julie, - said Billy.


    Julie made a gesture of offense. - Mr. Perfect, I hope you know well that I am the one who enhances the performance; you''re just the pretty face that attracts women to the cinema. I, on the other hand, am the muse of filmmakers, - said Julie.


    They had been working hard for two weeks, method acting, playing lovers, walking from one place to another, finding sorrow and embarrassment, being intimate without crossing the line. They gained something tempting, an accumulation of interest, even Richard had joked that he could cut the tension with a kitchen knife, pointing at himself, cutting the air with a knife. The evidence he provided was necessary for the film. Sometimes, Billy''s voice faltered when he tried to say something; he was deep into the role, like Julie, blending essence and sharing thoughts.


    -Maybe you should read it, - said Julie, handing him George Bataille''s Eye. - I finished it last night, in a marathon; I hardly slept, but it was worth it to delve into the author''s ironic perspective. Well, I wouldn''t call it ironic, - said Julie, placing her hand on his elbow. For the next fifteen minutes, Billy could only focus on Julie''s hand, how her thin hands felt through, it was so human that his body was screaming at him to kiss her with the strength and possessiveness of a wolf. Adoring her, but also devouring her entirely.


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