If there had ever been misconceptions about how glamorous it was to film a music video, they had most likely been weeded out of every dancer's mind by the time ten hours had passed. The ten girls who had been chosen through rigorous auditions wondered whether it had been worth it or not to apply in the first place as they watched the singer herself and David play out their fake romance over and over again, while they danced the same choreography over and over again. As the AD yelled a cut, one of the dancers fell on the floor because of a cramp she had been fighting back for an hour now. The tension that had been building up due to exhaustion and hunger blew up at that very moment, as Patricia marched off set after a few carefully chosen words aimed at the director.<br/><br/>The redhead breathed deeply and looked up as a make up artist ran over to her and began covering up her freckles again. Nadia had learned to never show her irritation on set or during rehearsals. At the opera an attitude could get you fired or replaced in a heartbeat, even if you were the main dancer. Opera directors and ballet experts were ruthless; they could see one's frustration from miles away and were certain to punish it. She sighed deeply and looked down to the girl who was on the floor, deciding to help her since they had received a break due to Patricia's attitude. "Come on, get up. Let's get that cramp off your foot." She spoke to her quietly and pulled her up easily. Dancers were quite light.<br/><br/>A moment later Nadia was sitting on the floor of their so-called changing room, the girl's foot propped on her thigh so she could stretch it and rub her cramping muscles. She was tired. The girl sitting opposite to her, gritting her teeth and making painful faces, was tired too. Everybody was undoubtedly tired. But unlike some other dancers, Nadia was extremely patient. The last thing the set needed was a dancer going absolutely insane and storm out as well, as if they were in any way important compared to the singer herself or David. No, they were replaceable and that was why most girls kept their mouths shut and simply exchanged irritated stares when things started to get ridiculous on set.<br/><br/>"How's the foot?" Nadia asked, turning her attention back to the girl in front of her. She shook her head. Nadia smiled a little. "You don't get enough magnesium. Keep stretching it, I'll go get you banana."<br/><br/>"And a sports drink, please." The girl whimpered.<br/><br/>Nadia laughed. "And a sports drink. Coming right up."<br/><br/>She walked over to where pretty much everyone else was and examined the selection of food in front of her. Nadia had a love hate relationship with food. She couldn't see it as something simple and enjoyable, because everything translated into calories in front of her eyes. Ballet teachers could see immediately if you had been slacking off or eating something extra fatty and there was always a punishment. Her eyes briefly stopped on the muffins. They looked delicious, but they wouldn't do anything good to her. Instead, she reached out for two bananas and an apple, as well as two sports drinks.<br/><br/>Nadia almost jumped when seeing David there, but smiled brightly nonetheless. "Hey! Congratulations on the part." She said, having not met him since the auditions. "How are you holding up? You must be more familiar with long days like these than I am."