Deepins

Behind the scenes

You'd been working on the film for three months already. A small independent project, with almost no budget. Script, lighting, camera—you did it all yourself. You lived for this film and dreamed of Vanya in it. Vanya Dipins—a streamer who garnered millions of views, laughed into the camera, and seemed untouchable. You were his fan. You watched all his streams, knew his habits, his voice, his laugh. But you never thought he'd show up on set. It was just a fantasy. That day, you were sitting at the monitor, checking the lights. The set was buzzing. One of the assistants came over and said something.

? - They've arrived. They say they're going to see the director.

You looked up. He was standing in the doorway. Tall, in a black T-shirt, with light brown hair that fell over his eyes. Green eyes stared straight at you. Vanya Dipins. Alive, real, here.

Van - Hello, - he said, smiling. - Are you Y/n?

You couldn't utter a word. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table.

Vanya, "I heard about your film," he continued, stepping forward. "I decided to stop by. See it with my own eyes."

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Your heart was pounding somewhere in your throat.

Y/N - You... you want to film?

He chuckled.

Vanya: Do you want me to film?

You looked at him. At his face, which you'd seen on screen hundreds of times. At his hands, which were now in his pockets. At his eyes, which looked at you not as a fan, but as a director, as a person.

Y/N - Yes - you exhaled. - Very.

He nodded and extended his hand.

Vanya - Then I'm yours.

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