Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm kinda super excited to be writing again. :) Hope you all enjoy the first chapter!

Dimitri's POV-
I sigh as my alarm goes off. Just one more hour of sleep. Come on. I'm tempted to hit the snooze button again when I realize why I set that alarm so fucking early. "Holy shit!" I exclaim, tossing the mangled covers off of me as I half-stumble half-run to the bathroom to get ready. How could I forget?! It's the first day of shooting, I can't be late!
       With one hand running through my hair and the other picking up my clothes for today, I glance at the alarm clock to see what time it is. 5:30 am. An hour before I need to be freakin out. Of course I set the alarm an hour early. With a sigh, I stop my frantic movements and set the clothes down. "I guess I have enough time for a shower now don't I?" Sighing again, I grab a towel and my clothes and head to the bathroom of my apartment. I turn the knob for hot water, already stripping out of my neon boxers. Slipping under the warm spray, I shut the curtain behind me and wash myself. After a few short minutes, I was out and dressed in maroon skinny jeans and a classy, white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.    My hair is blow dried, my bangs turned into elegant blond spikes against the black of the rest of my hair. I shaved off the stubble I had developed over the weekend and sprayed on some minty body-stuff. What the hell is this stuff called anyways? Shrugging, I just grab my phone, keys, and wallet and head for the door. My phone rings with an annoyingly shrill tune that has me grinning as I answer it as I step outside. "Hi Ryden," I say warmly. "Heey! So I heard it's your big day, Dima. Good luck! I can't wait to see you on the big screen, man!" I chuckle as I lock my door behind me, not letting my absolute giddiness through in my voice. "Thanks! Oh my god I hope I don't stutter through my lines. That would suck so badly!" My best friend since childhood groans in sympathy. "That would be the fucking worst, holy crap," he responds, and I can just see him wincing at the idea. I head down the rickety stairs to my car and quickly start the engine. He must hear that over the phone and ends the call with a cheery,"Good luck Dima! Call me when the shootings over so we can hang out, kay?" With another round of goodbyes, we hang up and I start the drive to Quicksilver Productions.

End notes: Thanks for reading! I know it's short. I had planned for it to be longer, but I wanted to go ahead and get this out there before I forgot to do it.
     If anyone would like to make a cover for and/or beta this story, that'd be awesome! The next chapter will be up soonish. -Dimitri