Somehow you'd managed to fall asleep after the excitement of last night at finally seeing the beautiful car you'd soon be helping to film. You didn't even want to get up to go to school, but fearing for your safety if your mother found out, you dragged yourself out of bed. Before you knew it, it was nearly the end of the last lesson of the day. It was the last day, just a few minutes more, you can do this, your mind encouraged you as you sat there desperately watching the clock.

"Right, now for your homework, I want you to write about what you did over the weekend as part of your English coursework. And it CANNOT be fictional. So no matter how boring or dull your weekend is, you still need to write about it". The collective groan of the class echoed around the room as heads dropped onto desks in defeat. Your head also followed suit, landing heavily onto your own desk before you suddenly sat back up quickly. You had no need to join in this collective sigh, as you probably had the best ever weekend lined up.

No sooner had the school bell rang than you and the rest of the class bolted for the door, running out of the school as fast as your legs would carry you. Throwing you bag down by the door, you raced upstairs to find your dad sat patiently waiting in your room for you. "Ready?", he asked. Eagerly you nodded. "Best get changed first. It's going to be cold".

Soon you were tucked up in the car, fastening up your coat as your dad drove from home, giving a wave to your mum as you both left. It was chilly out, and already the sky was beginning to get dark as night drew in. The orange light of the streets lights rushed by as you drove further into the city, the now black sky becoming streaked with smoke. The radio was turned up so you hummed along to whatever tune was playing, your dad joining in on occasions as he navigated the roads. Your brain was whirling with questions, thoughts, doubts, but you didn't dare speak them. What if you weren't good enough? What if you did something wrong? Before you had chance to even register where you were, your dad gently tapped your leg, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"We're here Y/N". Immediately looking out of the window, you saw rows and rows of parked cars, people pulling suitcases and carrying bags, with families and children all arguing as they walked towards their car. "Wait, are we at Heathrow airport?!". Your own question was answered as your dad swerved around a corner, and the huge airstrip came into view, a plane just taking off in the distance. Already you could feel the nerves growing inside you. This was actually happening. You were about to help film a car advert, on the runway at Heathrow!

Pulling up alongside some other parked trucks and vans on the other side of the fence, your dad leapt around to your side of the car, helping you out before quickly pacing off in the direction of a small out building beside the runway. "Come on Y/N, keep up. We need to be quick tonight, as we don't have an awful lot of time", he said quickly, pulling you along with him as your eyes gazed around. Men were unloading heavy boxes from the back of the vans, wheeling over equipment on trolleys into the building. It was as you walked briskly along the edge of the runway did you begin to feel incredible small. This space was huge! No way were you going to be able to survive the night.

"Ah Y/N. I see your father has dragged you along to help. Well, are you ready?". An oldish man with a balding head approached you, extending out a hand for you to shake. "I'm Jeff, and I am the man in charge around here. Essentially, just listen to what I say and don't get in the way of the other crew members, and you'll do just fine". Without much warning, he reached onto one of the passing trunks being wheeled past, grabbing a coil of cables, before shoving them into your arms. "Now take these, over there". He pointed off across the large runway, towards two crew members who were already setting up a camera.

For the next hour, you hurriedly walked back at forth between the vans and the crew setting up in the middle of the run way with the film equipment. They all glared at you as you fumbled with the large bundles in your arms, shuffling unsteadily under the weight of it all. At one point, the coils of cables all slipped out of your grasp, and you nearly twisted your ankle on them. Thankfully, one of the crew members had been walking behind you. With a free hand he caught you before you fell, easily lifting you back up onto your feet as he grasped the fallen cables and carried them away.

Feeling your cheeks burning in embarrassment, you carried the few cables still left in your arms to the rest of the film crew. There was not a lot for you to do as you watched the crew set up from a distance, wanting to avoid getting in the way as they rushed around. You hugged yourself and did a small jog on the spot to try and keep walk as the wind began to pick up. You could see some of them just walking around in tshirts, tools sticking out of their pockets, constantly shouting at people on the other end of radios or busy playing flappybirds on their phones. How people could do this for a job you couldn't understand.

"You look like you're having fun", your dad chipped in as he came over and put a large coat over your shoulders. "Yeah, I guess, and thanks", you said as you slipped it on. Eventually the crew had settled down after everything had been set up, so now they stood around chuckling lightly amongst themselves. Your dad had been called away as the car was being driven out of the back of the truck, all eyes watching it a little bit excitedly. You watched him drive it to the 'X' mark on the centre of the runway in front of the camera crew.

"Hey, Y/N. Come over here". Someone beside the camera shouted your name and you ran over to them, remembering that you were here to help. "We are going to do a quick test shot, and we need to get the focus right. You wouldn't mind standing in for us would you?". The man with the headset looked hurriedly at his watch, waiting for your answer. Eagerly you nodded. "Great, just stand right there". Pulling a pen out of his pocket, he pressed a button on it, and a laser light shot out of the top of it. He pointed to a spot directly beside the car as his eyes looked down the lenses of the camera.

Feeling as if all eyes were on you, you gingerly took one step at a time forward until you stood on the correct spot. You instantly looked over your shoulder to see all the crew now looking at you, concentrating hard, muttering under their breathe as they adjusted different bits of equipment. One of them waved at you, before gesturing for you to turn back around with a little smile. Feeling your cheeks blush again, you spun back around. Remaining perfectly still, you listened to the men working behind you, almost feeling like they were breathing down your neck. You felt very insecure about yourself, knowing they were all looking at you as you stood beside the car. Instinctively you put a hand behind you and pulled down on you jacket, hoping it would cover your butt as you became very self-conscious of it. It felt like hours, just standing there, the cold wind blowing against you as you looked down the length of the runway, suddenly feeling very small compared to the openness of the space around you. As your eyes followed the lines of lights heading up the runway, you suddenly felt the urge to run as fast as you could down the strip. You felt that you could fly away if you ran fast enough.

"Thanks Y/N, you can come back now". Regaining yourself, you hastily turned back around and walked quickly back behind the camera to stand beside the man operating it. Out of everyone here, he seemed to be the nicest, giving you a wink as you came back. He made you blush again, and you felt yourself smile a bit, feeling some warmth come back into your cheeks.

"Right, we are ready for our guest", Jeff, the producer announced, clapping his hands together, grabbing everyones attention. It was then that you noticed a woman in a black coat with blonde hair being escorted across towards where you were stood. She smiled as she neared you, but it seemed false, and her eyes were cold. But you stopped looking at her as you watched a smart car approach.

The sleek black design with the blacked out windows set your heart racing. This was it. You were about to meet one of the three celebrities filming this advert. You felt all the cold leave your body as your breath got stuck in your throat. Never would you have pictured this happening to you in your wildest dreams. You were on a set, about to actually meet a real celebrity, let alone get the chance to work alongside them on it. As the car stopped, you took a step forward, wanting to get closer. The door was opened. The first thing you see it a leather shoe, followed by a well tailored suit trouser leg, followed by a slim fitted jacket before your mouth hung open. You couldn't even pitch yourself to tell yourself that you weren't dreaming. Striding over towards you, was Lord Blackwood himself; Mark Strong.

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