Massachusetts was cold, and although the ice had cracked in some parts due to the time of year, spring was taking root decisively where icicles once hung. Further up in some mountains, the cold tio be a part of the unal life of the state's residents. Billy had mao gain snition from the crew; the trip nned calmly, avoiding the usual checks to steer clear of paparazzi and some more or less enthusiastidividuals.

  The early m was a way to dodge many of these people, as well as gain more preferential access, to a private area beside the public airport. The aodation wasn't out of this world, but it had the advantage of privacy, only used on special occasions, a service that young Billy was unaware of until now.

  -Bill, you have three hours to keep reviewing the script; we'll start rec some necessary ses as soon as possible. - said Gilliam, who already knew some shots taken by assistant directors from quick shots and ndscapes, along with some other shots.

  -Thanks, director. - said Billy, who wished to take a break on the flight, but all his pns were cut short. The separatioween actors and producers was evident. Some were already there, taking some shots or adapting to the crew. Billy adjusted his backpack, taining more than a whole stack of ly ordered papers, by character, stories, some ales, and stories from his major series. Without dey, the first css was already boarded on the pne; apparently, the airline referential, and only about 40 people entered, allowing for freedom of movement. The hree hours would be a long wait.

  -Stop reading the script; they won't pressure you that much. I mean, you received the script st night; normally, you 't perform some ses. Also, the ses from the first week areirely yours. - said Winona.

  -I already have most of it memorized. - said Billy.

  -Wow, quite arrogant. - said Trini, with a water bottle in hand, her white skin seemed sprinkled, along with her bck hair, giving her a womanly appearance.

  -Maybe he wants to show off. But don't worry, we're impressionable women.- said Cire Danes, ughing with Winona. Both had a spark of friendship, typical of two close female friends, but it would be impossible without Winona's charisma to make friends.

  -A man to rescue me. - said Winona, supp the dorsal part of her hand, causing mhter from the three women, who tiheir banter about who was the most defenseless.

  The space for two ended up being occupied by Cire Danes, a bloh brown eyes, occasionally tinted green. Upon closer iion, they were bright green, highlighting the fiures she now had as a teenager without emphasizing her image.

  -So, how's your reading going? - said Cire, trying to break the sileh Billy.

  -Fantastic, I'm trying to keep up with the pace as much as possible. - said Billy, giving a textbook response. But Cire was determio talk to Billy, as he was the only one awake orip. The cameras didn't detect a Winona with drool running down her cheeks or a Trini, hugging a pillow as if she were an infant.

  -You're an artist. - said Cire, in the air, looking at some of Billy's drawings.

  -Indeed, it's one of my great hobbies. Do you have one? - - said Billy, putting the script aside at Cire's insistehe logbook of his drawings, drawings created by Billy Carson himself and not represented by the system, was in his arms. It taiwo of his own stories and one in colboration with Joe Kubert, "Dark Riders."

  The first story resentation of the Iliad and Odyssey in the best ossible, a quest that needed an advan teologies for animated quality to give a particur shio such strong and challenging-to-follow stories.

  The sed was a short story about a wild shark fisherman. The hunting of wild animals on the shores of the water in the Mesopotamian year by a madman who captured "sea monsters," including sharks, jellyfish, barracudas, and swordfish, in the waves and storms of the Indian O. Projects he would follow on his oublish indepely, without much ceremony, guided by a few voices and more by a narrator, who would tell the story as if it were a tale for adults.

  -Well, I like fashion. But my passion is theater and ema. You see, I e from an artistic family. My father is a photographer, my mother is an artist, painter, sculptor, and clothing designer. My grandfather is a real brain, as my mother likes to say, but he has a uistic taste. I've made some pieces of clothing with my mother, nothing iing, just a weekend of iiveness. - said Cire. - But you have a lot of talent for drawing. -

  Reviewing the drawing sketches, the methodical and bold ndscapes of Billy are beautiful to the eyes; Billy's impressionism is strong, and with the help of his system, he portray this style perfectly, causing a drawing to have a unique reality.

  -Thank you. Since I was a kid, I've been drawing non-stop; it's like a job for me, - said Billy, looking at the portraits, especially the one of Alice, done in pencil. It depicted an afternoon while she studied, occasionally smiling at Billy before returning to her books.

  -It's beautiful! - said Cire, pausing at the drawings of Achilles, a warrior refleg the strength of a hundred men, blessed by heaven ah.

  -Thank you.- said Billy.

  -I heard you're very close to Pixar; you've dowo voiceovers i few years. - said Cire.

  -Three voiceovers, and yes, I am. I particurly like animation of all kinds, and I have an uhy appreciation for how wonderful a good animated film be. There are no limits to impossible ses, you highlight art, and, well... it just takes imagination to create things. - said Billy.

  -I see. Surprisingly, you have sensitive tastes.- said Cire. She moved on to other images of Alice, dang on stage, cooking, and posing.

  -Who is she? - asked the girl, notig that several images of Alice were repeated.

  -She's Alice, my girlfriend. - said Billy.

  -She's quite beautiful. - said Cire, looking at the lovely blonde, drawn in pencil, pen, and all sorts of different colors.

  -She is. - said Billy.

  -You should draw us. - said Cire, looking at her friends, ughing at their dition. - "Just not now, it's not our best moment."

  -I do it for you with all the pleasure that su a requires, although it's not easy to portray people; it's a long and enduring task. - said Billy, thinking about the times he had portrayed, the developing colors of his art, and the jagged forms that didn't quite plete what he so desired to vey. The drawing was fusing and mortifying.

  Shortly after, little Cire also succumbed to sleep. The early m wasn't friendly to awake souls. They had already done some occasional work for the rec aired from the shooting the day before early in the m. The pled down slowly, and everyoo rest as much as they could.

  Billy decided to tinue drawing his stories. The fleeting knowledge of many works passed through his mind, but he dedicated himself to creating his drawings, paying no attention to all the knowledge that emerged in his mind. Greek stories always tained iiails, and successfully creating a series of them was just a journey into the hot memory of myths and legends sung by prose writers in earlier times. He read the Odyssey about three times without a break, from top to bottom, a version with annotations, and of course, the Iliad. Intricacies came a, supported by a wandering imagination. He wao capture the gift he acquired in these cssical stories as appetizers for his future tales.

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