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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑   ―    @le0davis​

      camila really didn’t have the right mind for an acting class today, but a) she didn’t want to bail on leo, since she also liked to spend time with him and b) she did need the coaching. especially now, where the ballerina didn’t know what her career would look like in a few months, she needed to take everything that she currently got. even an acting class   ―    because maybe she’d never dance on a stage again, but at least for a camera.

      ❝ fuck.  ❞ she cursed under her breath, one hand running through her already disheveled hair as she looked down at the script she was supposed to work with today.  ❝ sorry, leo  ―  can we try that again ?  ❞

      acting was definitely not her best talent, but she also didn’t suck at it. today, however, it looked like she just made a fool out of herself. camila was surprised that he even had managed to keep up with her so far.

      once more, she took a deep breath, repeating the line she had to say in her head as she was facing leo. it was simple, just a break-up scenario, where she had to put all her emotions into. but before she could even snap back into her role, camila cursed like crazy again, already giving up because in a sense, she saw herself too much in this, and she didn’t just consider this acting more. but she knew she had to put her personal differences aside. ❝  fuck, seriously    ―   i don’t know how. can’t you practice that line with me, so i can see how it’s done ? feel free to break up with me.  ❞  at least there was still some sense of humor within the petite woman left as she let out a soft laughter at her own comment . 

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leo was focused. he had always completely thrown himself into classes. it was the only thing in the world that he had that was purely his. correction, only thing in the world that was close enough to what he wanted the most. but his dedication to it would not falter. he stood there with dark circles under his eyes, managing to push through the ache in his skull in order to work with camila. 

“I’m saying we see how it goes later on..” he recited, looking at his scene partner. he swallowed, wanting this to be over. this scene had a conscience that leo didn’t have. noah was selfless, moving himself out of the way so his love would have a better future. leo on the other hand was in short, not selfless. but it was the good scene for her to exercise her ability to run a scene at high emotion. he was working with her to broaden her range. when camila didn’t deliver her line correctly, he repeated himself at her prompt. this time he did it with bits of soft inflictions his voice. he wanted to bring her back into the scene with him. a scene of two young lovers who were being torn apart by summer’s cruel end, or in better words: life’s social classes. they were finally at the moment that allie realized that noah was breaking up with her. 

when camila failed to deliver her line again, leo hung his head forward and back dramatically. though he did as some playful way to dig at her, but it was also turned out to be a great neck stretch. “I can do that, but that’ll be useless if I can’t find out what’s keeping you from staying in the scene.” he said, with knuckles tapping on his his script. “you stop right before you get to slap me around. usually people can’t wait for that kind of thing.” he said, humorously before becoming serious again, “what’s going on? do we need workshop the emotions or the mannerisms?” he asked, really focused on the art from of acting. he didn’t see how it could be about the material. this breakup scene could be so upsetting but it from far from anything he had personally experienced.

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       camila nearly started to cough out of sheer surprise when she heard leo’s question. the two of them always had the tendency to bicker a little, even if they generally got along quite well. the ballerina cherished the man, and the acting lessons he had taught her  ―  though whenever she tried to motivate him to properly go back into acting himself, the two of them just started to argue.

      she didn’t even mind that he was just giving five dollars. the woman strongly believed that everyone should give as much as they could, and as much as they wanted  to  ―  but just giving to look good, she wasn’t a fan of that.  ❝ do you think five dollars is enough if you already have to ask ?  ❞, she replied back as she stored away her wallet after she had just been giving a rather generous sum, before looking at leo. 

      ❝ ‘cause, uh, you know, you don’t have to give anything if you are already worried about five fuckin’…  ❞ she took a deep breath, trying to remind herself she was in public. for a second, camila closed her eyes, before giving him once more her attention.  ❝ i just mean that it should be your decision and your decision alone. you shouldn’t ask others if it’s enough. only give as much as you can, and as much as you want to, leo.  ❞

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in short, Leo adored Camila, she was one of the good things to come from his teaching career. It didn’t hurt that the more her star continued to rise, his ego began to climb as well. Like a parasite latching onto her successes as if they were his own. It was all he had as he refused to step back into the ring of rejection. He had been there before for years. And fighting against Cami’s words of encouragement was easier than going back.

Leo was beyond amused seeing cami’s reaction to initial question. For a moment he was so smug that he had the skill of being so deadpanned that people believed him so easily when he said left field things. Though he would lie and say that it wasn’t for some short of shock value. He couldn’t help but laugh at her genuine disgruntlement and the way she smoothed over her face to hide it. “Oh Cami,” he cooed, his concern seemingly geninue until he spoke again. “You seem tense.” He squinted at her through the holes behind his lion’s mask. “I didn’t realize there was such a decorum to donating.” He lied and lifted his shoulders up once. “I was only joking but you’re absolutely right. People should donate what they can to fund things like this, like the open bar,—I mean things for the children.” He pressed a hand across his chest feigning sympathy again, batting his lashes at her. The nature of his playfulness was melodic and rude as always. But at his core, he just wanted to have fun.