Phase 3: Into The Future (Strut Your Stuff)

Many months of hard work seemed to have paid off, Will had to admit. Fujiko had so far followed every cue without hesitation, enthusiastically preforming a repetoire of tricks and behaviors in an unfamilliar environment. Every day brought new challenges, and she met every one with curiosity and energy. The actors and crew had already fallen in love with her mischevuous, lively nature, and she had yet to destroy any of her equipment. It was nice to be known as 'the guy with the funny horse' rather than 'the guy with that obnoxious, hyperactive mare'. She still kept them on her toes, but for once she didn't seem so quickly bored by her job. 

Though the set of the movie was a far cry from the finished product, Will thought he was starting to get a sense of what the future might hold. Even without lighting, editing, and a stirring score, Fujiko seemed to radiate magnificence. The actor on her back was focused on delevering a dramatic, dignified preformance and Fujiko seemed just as intent and driven.  Will was certain that if the director offered her feedback, she would have responded.

I wonder if she understands what she's doing, Will thought. There was no way of knowing, of course, but Fujiko undoubtedly liked her new job. She was always up for a challenge, and seemed to relish learning new skills just as much as she did a reward. Whether or not she could make any sense of the cameras and lights and sound equipment didn't seem to matter: everything else seemed to fall away as Will watched her. The bustle of the set faded, and all that was left was a stately knight's charer straight out of a high fantasy epic. In the golden-hour lighting that was fast beginning to fade, Fujiko truly seemed to glow.