Inglourious Romance - Chapter 1ArrivalInglourious Romance - Chapter 1 by Amani-Ishikawa
Finding one’s way around Germany was a real pain when one didn’t speak the language. At least that had been Amaya Thomas’s experience on her first day in Potsdam. She had landed at Berlin-Brandenburg Airport, thoroughly jet-lagged from the seven-hour time difference, crabby because of the jet lag, hungry, had trouble finding her hotel, and figuring out how the hell to get to Potsdam from Berlin. Fortunately, the filming company had sent instructions on how to handle all that, not that it did her much good. She was ever so thankful that Germans learned English in their schools. Plus she had come equipped with a German-English dictionary.
Unfortunately, when she arrived at the beautiful hotel at which the Weinstein Company was putting her and the rest of the production crew up, she quickly discovered that her shampoo had exploded inside the Ziploc bag she had packed all her toiletries in. Plus, the bag itself had come unzipped, leaving a holy mes
Inglourious Romance - Chapter 2Set BuildingInglourious Romance - Chapter 2 by Amani-Ishikawa
Christoph Waltz was accustomed to travel. He had spent a great deal of time in the United States, though he had never the chance to act there. It was his dream to star in an American film, and it seemed as though someone had finally recognized his talent. Most of what he starred in was either German or British television. He was talented, but the European film industry was nothing compared to that of the States. Christoph yearned for something more, and there were days where he acted simply to survive. But that did not stop him from his true passion to act.
After 30 years of acting and lacking recognition, he had finally found it. Christoph had always admired Quentin Tarantino and his films, though he knew nothing of his current project. Christoph’s agent had called him up in the blue wondering if he’d be interested. Of course he was interested. How could he not be? Though he was not confident in himself enough to actually get the part, he wanted to at l
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Quentin had gone on about thank-yous, procedures, and how exactly they’d be going about shooting this film. Rehearsing was going to be a big part of their first few days before they’d get any filming done. Christoph was used to this part, though he knew this was going to be a very complex and very long film. The process was going to be much bigger than he had ever experienced, but he was greatly looking forward to the challenge and so thankful to be a part of this.
His attention was again drawn away by the noise going about behind him while Quentin was trying to talk. The two set workers he had noticed earlier were not being overly loud, but it was enough to distract Christoph as Quentin spoke. He watched them in the distance and wondered what it was that was so funny between them. Not able to hear what it was they were talking about and even less aware it was about him, he turned his head to again focus on the director.
“And one thing I need to say to yo
Inglourious Romance -- Chapter 4First MeetingInglourious Romance -- Chapter 4 by Amani-Ishikawa
The spot where Amaya sat was a great hiding spot; it was quiet and she could enjoy her book in peace — well, mostly in peace. If Jeff found her she was sure she’d be squealing over something he did to her. She was totally alone, or so she thought. Her feet rested on a crate, and her hand was curled under her chin as she used her thumb to advance the pages on her Kindle. She had not noticed the actor who had appeared from behind the scenery that she had helped design.
She gave a start when a German-accented voice came from behind her, and she almost dropped the Kindle. Amaya tilted her head back to see that same actor she had noticed from earlier was standing over her, apparently interested in her choice of reading. This confused her; he was one of the actors. Why the hell would he even be interested in anything she was doing?
“Oh….er, yeah,” she replied, turning to face him. “I…I like the classics. Charles Dickens
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