First time for everything

"Now you sit here and be quite, you understand?!" Axel nodded. Despite his fathers foul mood, he felt extremely excited. For the first time in his ten year old life, he would get to see his father direct! See him at work on the set! He used to hate it when his parents had a row, both of them screaming and yelling with their over the top theatrical pathos. But this time, it had resulted in his father grudgingly taking him along to the studio, and he couldn't have been more happy!

His father turned around once more, and his face had softened a bit. He sighed. "Look, if you want something to drink, or have to go to the bath room: do you see that lady over there? That's Ulva, just go to her and she will help you. But whenever you move: always go around. Never set foot on any of the sets, understood?"

There were a lot of people around, but most of them were obviously there to work behind the scenes, in everyday attire. Only three men stood out to him as actors. One was an easy give away because he walked around with two large knives jabbed halfway into his back; yet, he seemed to be perfectly all right, joking around with what appeared to be one of the camera men. A bit further of, Axel saw two younger men, dressed in some sort of para military uniforms. One of them was wearing a black painted hockey mask. The set itself looked rather like an abandoned house, with grey, concrete walls with remnants of wall paper on them, and a barren wooden floor. And yet, all of it was wood, the walls too, he could clearly see.

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