The costume designer was putting the final touches on the hero’s costume when the director entered. A bright green boba tea in hand.
“How we doing?”
“Just great! I really think we nailed that rustic feel you were looking for.”
The director rubbed his chin and studied the material laid out on the mannequin before him. He nodded and then placed a finger on the jeans.
“This. Let’s try another fabric. Something soft that will really accent the actor’s movements.”
“Sure thing!” She removed the denim and placed in a white, sheet-like fabric under the leather chaps. “This is 20% spandex and an assortment of other very soft materials.”
“That’s perfect. We’ll need it in a more fleshy-brown tone...” The director lost his words in sudden epiphany. He grabbed the material at the crotch and pulled it forward and tauter on the mannequin’s back-side. “...yes.”
“Hm?”
“I need you to overlap the fabric, or something... make a darker line in the middle of the seat of the pants. And raise the in-seam so that it pulls towards the middle.”
“The middle of his, seat?”
“Yes.” He was already walking away, sucking tapioca balls through his enormous straw. “We need the costume ready for the shoot in an hour.”

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The actor entered the set in costume. His gait was easy, but slightly unsure.
“Go stand over there on that X, with your back to us, we’ll be ready to shoot in moments.”
“With my back to you?”
“Yeah. I’ll be over to give you direction in a bit.” The director turned back to his lighting technician, “Give me some very soft light from a high location. I want only one source in order to really accent the folds in his clothing.”
“You got it.”
“All right, Dan, go ahead and give me an open stride stance... Good. Hit the lights and bring me the camera right here.”
The cinematographer approached the director, hesitantly, with the camera. “Are you sure you want to shoot him from behind?”
“Absolutely. Go ahead and set it up right here. Get the lens on this plane,” The director’s hand moved perpendicular to the actor’s upper thigh.”
The cinematographer adjusted his tripod and looked through the lens. “I have to say, this angle is a little funny.”
“I think it looks good. We really need the alien wrist device to pop.”
“That’s not the first thing I’m seeing.”
The director stands with his hands on his chin, studying his subject. He didn’t even seem to hear what the cameraman said. “We need to get that in-seam a little higher.”
A hush fell over the set as everyone wondered if someone would speak up.
The cinematographer placed a hand on the director’s shoulder, “Jon, I gotta say, that material, in this light, it almost looks like, well... like he’s wearing assless chaps.”

The quiet continues. The director doesn’t stir. “Just take one picture. That’s all we’ll need. It’s perfect."