I was entrusted with the task and have beautifully planned to create such an awe-worthy Cinderella story. Nonetheless, it was deliberately hijacked by heartlessly inspiration-less jerks who cut all corners and left the outcome with nothing but something of lower standards than the B grade horror movie with blood dripping from Cinderella's dress looking cheaper than ketchup.
I almost lost it the moment they took away the Cinderella's glass shoes. They said, why should we follow the tradition? Why does Cinderella needs to have glass shoes? She is fine the way she is.
I tell you, the horror is beyond any horrors I have ever encountered in my entire life. The worst part of this uncorrectable state of mess is, at the end of the day, all blames come back to haunt me. I do wish I can just be the simple, humble, photographer, rather than the puppet movie director with the most disastrous movie in the making.