Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina texted Galilea after she arrived at the set. A few minutes later, a staff member, identifiable by the badge affixed to his
chest, emerged to escort her inside.
Galilea, adorned in a costume and a warm down jacket, was deeply engrossed in conversation with the director. She
occasionally stole glances at the surroundings.
When Galilea caught sight of Sabrina’s entrance, a radiant smile graced her face. Waving in greeting, she introduced Sabrina to
the director.
“Camden, allow me to introduce Sabrina Chavez, my indispensable assistant and stand-in. She’ll step in for me during the
scenes where I can’t be present.”
Sabrina greeted Camden with a friendly smile but cast a questioning look toward Galilea.
Hadn’t Galilea initially asked her to be an assistant? Why the sudden change to being a stand-in?
Galilea responded with a smile, paying no heed to Sabrina’s inquisitive expression.
As Camden continued to speak, Sabrina stood nearby, listening attentively.
It wasn’t until Camden went off to communicate with others that Sabrina finally seized the opportunity to question Galilea in a
hushed tone, “You initially asked me to be your assistant, but why am I suddenly your stand-in? I don’t know how to act!”
Galilea crossed her arms, tilted her head upward, and replied firmly, “You’ll do whatever I ask you to do. If you’re not willing,
you’re free to leave at any time.”
Sabrina pressed her lips together, her fists clenched as she stared at Galilea.
Knowing that Sabrina would put up with it, Galilea raised an eyebrow and smiled as if she had achieved some sort of victory.
Galilea handed the script to Sabrina, instructing, “Hold it.”
Before arriving at the set, Sabrina had heard about the role of an actress’ assistant. While most approachable actresses wouldn’t
ask their assistants to hold scripts, some more demanding ones did.
She wasn’t surprised that Galilea fell into the latter category.

Sabrina took the script and extended it in front of Galilea.
“Higher. Do you think I can read it like this?” Galilea rebuked, her tone not hiding her irritation.
Sabrina promptly elevated her hand, trying to hold the script at the perfect height.
Galilea, however, remained silent, leaving Sabrina’s arm to bear the weight. As time passed, the strain in her muscles became
noticeable, and her trembling hand betrayed the effort it took to maintain the position.
It was only when a staff member approached Galilea to inform her that the filming was about to commence that Sabrina finally
lowered her aching arm and gave it a vigorous shake.