(16 September 2004)
(Third person pov)
A day with Matthew Delevigne on the set of Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire.
"When do you usually arrive at the set?" asked the person behind the camera.
Matt sat on a chair leaning on the tabel, groaned, and sat upright.
"It's pretty early at the start, I mean you cannot complaint, whenever you arrive, however early you arrive, there's like 500 people before you working on the set, and they've been there for two hours" he said with a smile.
The camera continued rolling as Matt had his breakfast, in between asking questions.
"So what's next after you've had your breakfast?" Asked the cameraman, as Matt ate his meal.
"I have, I think makeup at 7:30" said Matt, he stood up and started walking.
"How are you finding filming?" He asked mid walk.
"Amazing, here we have like 2000 people working and every single one is just so nice" he said with a genuine laugh.
"Hello philipa, This is philipa, Assistant director of the movie" said Matt.
"Hello" said the middle-aged ginger lady kindly.
"Um what does philipa do?" Asked the cameraman to Matt.
He looked confused at philipa, who was caught of guard with the question.
"Um, I AD, Matt in theory, I make sure he gets on chair on time" she said with a laugh.
He sat down on a chair, " There's a lot of ADs which tell you what you have to do. Which makes it easier, that means all you have to do is focus on your part" said Matt.
"This is my dressing room. Cedric" said Matt showing the name sign before entering.
"Here they fix you up for the scene?" Asked cameraman
"About anything, you can go out really late the night before and then you can look like complete wreck in the morning and then it's up to everybody else to fix you up" said Matt with a laugh, at which makeup artist smile.
"Now, we confirm first shot this morning, I'm alive today pre- death just about to die these are all the wounds from being attacked by the magical hedge" said Matt showing his face and arms to the camera.
"All this stuff takes a little while this is how we know uh how we know where to go what to do um what is that this is this is a call sheet" Said Matt explaining to the cameraman who didn't reply, making him hesitate.
After Makeup, dressed in his hufflepuf top, Matt walked out of the dressing room where Emma stood in the corridor.
The cameraman panned towards her, "what do you think of his scars does it look manly" he asked.
Matt gave Emma an awkward smile, she too shared his expression, her hand went to her neck, "very manly rugged and dirty and it's good"
Matt hurried away from there, "it's my, it's my driver yeah he guys yeah hi" he said to the crew waving at them who laughed and returned his waves.
"We are going to the set, pretty big set and so they drive you around the golf buggies and things, because of these elaborate costumes you can't really walk" said Matt, the camera on his face making his smile a little strained.
He was getting tired of this, Cara and Emma had already warned him about it, but the real thing was worse.
"Today we're filming the graveyard scenes, I'll have to be thrown around like 20 feet, I'll have to work on my face" he said making a pained expressions.
After doing 6-7 takes for few scenes Matt was again sat on the cart going to the dressing room.
"Now that we have done the me dying scenes, it's time for the starting scene, but first, Lunch." said Matt, his energy had went down after 2 hours of being at the set.
"How's the food?" Asked the cameraman.
"Most of the times it's good, and I'm not paying for it, so it's good" said Matt mid bite.
After another hour of makeup, and few hours of shooting, Matt had finished his day.
"This was the day in the life of Hogwart's champion Cedric driggory" said cameraman as Matt waved and walked away from the camera.
It had been more than 10 hours since he had been constantly infront of the camera.
(Pov end)
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15 April 2006
(Matt's pov)
It's been a year roughly since the release of Goblet of fire, and the life has not much changed, except for my height though, I got a growth spurt, at 14 I'm 5,10. It's safe to say I'll be above 6 feet.
Football's going good, because of the movie I get targeted the most, some of jelousy, some to make their name, it's fun though to break their self esteem.
The media tried to make the Joe cole out of me, I hated that, they printed me making speculation about the money I had earned shooting those two films.
So I got accustomed to getting taunted, sledge by players, even my Math teacher once taunted me in the middle of the class.
"Oii, you sleeping on the field mate", came a voice from my side. It was Jack, he had grown too. He became a regular striker for the team bagging hattricks.
"Nah, gaffa's gone to his office. He made me run 8KM today" I said.
"Endurance And Stamina, these two are your flaws, we'll be working on that" he had said 2 months ago.
Since then he had me running the entire training sessions.
My training was divided into 3 parts. Possession, precision and Endurance.
First two had more technical side, which also included watching videos of matches. Heading practice, set pieces, Throw ins, everything.
The last one was brainless running, as I grow taller I had to practice with the ball more as my body keep changing.
"We training today?" Asked Jack.
We've been training together, it had made our chemistry on the field to the next level. We were unplayable, his timings, vision, runs, I know with my eyes closed.
"Yes, you need to work on ball control, you're touch is to heavy to receive my long passes" I said, making him grumble, he nodded grudgingly and sat down on the ground.
The players were still on the ground training, and here we were slacking off.
"My legs are throbbing! Coach have no mercy"
"Don't be loud, he might make 10 tomorrow" said Jack looking around to make sure nobody heard.
"You're absolutely right", I too look over my shoulder, to be surprised.
"What's up Mate" said a man dressed in dark blue suit, he wore black and golden rimmed glasses, a practiced smile on his face.
Beside him walked Coach Arsène Wenger and Roy Massey.
I recognised the man instantly.
"Good to see you again Mr Brooking" I said to the Sporting director of FA.
"Boss, coach" Jack and I said greeting Coach wenger and Roy.
I had met wenger a lot of times over the past year, he had been overseeing my entire training, also making me watch Arsenal games.
He's the reason I'm studying tactics so desperately.
"You two are not Training" said Roy with a solemn voice.
I looked at Jack who looked terrified, I could see his brain's neurons firing up, knowing someone for 5 years does that to you.
"Matt was feeling under the weather, so I sat him down for sometime" said Jack with a smile.
No one bought his lie, coach Roy just looked at him with a gaze that ment torture.
"How are you feeling now Matt?" Asked Boss with his usual smile, his glasses on.
"Good boss" I said making him nod.
"Hahahs sure, you're Jack Wilshere?" Asked Trevor.
Jack confused, nodded.
"Matt, Jack. I've got good news for both of you" said Trevor rubbing his hands.
" You both has been selected for England U-17 National Team – UEFA European Championship, which will be held in Luxembourg, next month" said Trevor, he acted excited, swinging his arm towards me and Jack.
'Is this a joke?', I almost said that out loud. Last championship had been a nightmare, England finished 4th, and now they want me to do that again.
"What!" Exclaimed Jack, looking at Coach Roy and Wenger for confirmation who nodded.
"That's great, I can't believe this! We are going to play for England together" said Jack tapped at my back happily.
"Who's the coach?" I asked, this time I'm not goinig in like last time.
Wenger raised his eyebrows hearing my question, I had told him about the tournament in detail, and it was funny to see him complaint about how stupid Peacock was for not starting me, atleast it made me feel good.
"Howard Wilkinson, Former Leeds United manager, and the FA's Technical Director. A good friend of mine, not anything like Peacock" he said with a wink.
'Wait.. now this could be interesting'
"Here are you're letters" he said handing me and Jack a while envelope.
I looked at it, and the memories hit me. Grandfather and Grandma's disappointment, scorn and jelousy of teammates, coach looking down on me.
"You're here just to give us these" I asked, he was a board member of FA, and here he was at Arsenal academy just to give us these.
"Well I wanted to see the star player of our team" he said with a corporate smile, and I almost puked.
I could see Jack put his hand on his mouth, bastard was laughing.
"Se you then at Lilleshall" said Trevor.
"Wait, there will be no selection camp?", Trevor who was shaking hands with Wenger looked a little smug, "Nah, Our players were scouted by me, there's no need for that camp" he said with a hint of arrogance.
After saying goodbye to Jack, he went out with Wenger talking about Arsenal's season.
"Matt, you got few more letters" said Roy, handing him 3 more envelopes, Jack looked curiously at them.
Each envelope had different crest, "France, Ireland and Belgium. You are being called up by them too. Now you get to decide which team you want to represent. Good," said Roy.
Roy was prideful, he never praised players, never smiled, he liked making players suffer, atleast that's what the players thought, he walked away too following Wenger and Trevor.
"4 countries, are you mad!" Said Jack with his hand on his head.
"Maternal Grandma from Ireland, Grandma from France, and I was born in Belgium, on a train" I said explaining Jack.
"One heck of a origin story mate" said Jack patting my shoulder.
"You'll play with England, right?" Asked Jack, he wanted me to pick England, it was written on his face.
"I'll tell you tomorrow" I said not committing.
"What! Tell me now" he exclaimed.
"Let's do a crossbar challange, I'll let you decide" I said with a smile.
"You win, just tell me tomorrow you prick" said Jack with droopy shoulders.
"Oh, we're doubling the time, till the day of callup, we're doing drills at home. Daily" I said making him look astonished.
But to my surprise he doesn't complaint,"What about you're piano lessons then" he said with a confused face.
"I'll put them on hold" I said with a smirk.
He too smirked,"Game on bruh" he said giving me a hand.
"Game on" I said dabbing him.
Even though I had not said the team name to Jack, I had already decided which team I would represent, atleast for this time.
(Pov end)