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where I
should go from there. It’s a rosy version of the truth, no doubt, but for a
while, it was my only truth.”
    “I guess you could say that we have a
tendency to put our hopes on those we’re with,” Damian says, “but I don’t think
that rules out love.”
    “What’s love, though, if you’re never sure
if your feelings for someone you’re with are there because of who it is they
actually are or because they just happen to be fitting your narrative closely
enough that you can scrawl out some of the details that you’d rather ignore?” I
ask.
    “I would imagine being conscious helps,”
Damian laughs. “All it takes to see whether or not you really like a person is
to spend some time with them. Either you’ll find yourself making excuses for
their behavior or you’ll find yourself actually enjoying it. It’s really not
that hard.”
    “If it’s so easy,” I tell him, “wouldn’t
that mean that I should have developed a solid idea about whether or not I like
you by now, too? We’ve spent some time together alone.”
    “I wouldn’t say that,” Damian responds.
“Dinner, maybe, I guess, but I really doubt you were sitting there with that
question on your mind.”
    “Jones!” someone behind me calls out and I
turn around.
    Trey, one of the set’s security guys is
waving Damian over to him.
    “Well, uh,” Damian says, “I’ve got to
go—I’ll talk to you later.”
    “All right,” I tell him. “Thanks for the
advice, I guess.”
    He didn’t really help me figure anything
out, but he did seem to put some effort into trying.
    “How much longer do you have to decide?”
he asks.
    “A little less than two days,” I tell him.
    “Okay,” Damian says. “Let’s talk about
this more before you make any definite choices here. Until then, see if you can
work out a way to see if he has those pictures for yourself. There’s no sense
dragging this whole thing on if he doesn’t actually have the goods.”
    “Thanks,” I tell him again. “I really do
appreciate it.”
    “Roxy!” Dutch calls out from across the room
and I walk over to talk to him as Damian makes his way up to the security guy.
    “Hey, Dutch,” I say as I come close enough
to the director, “are we ready for my next scene yet?”
    “Not quite,” Dutch says. “You do know that
we’re going to be shooting your big scene with Damian next week, right?”
    “My big scene?” I ask.
    “Yeah,” Dutch answers, “the intimate scene
between your two characters.”
    “Okay, yeah, what about it?” I ask.
    “I’ve never worked with you before,” he
says, “so I don’t really know everything you can do. One of the things that’ll
kill a movie like this faster than an outbreak of salmonella in the popcorn
butter is a romantic pair that doesn’t look good showing their affection with
one another.”
    “What are you suggesting?” I ask.
    “Jones has been in this business a while,
and I’ve even had the chance to work with him a couple of times. He knows what
I like to see from a pair,” Dutch says. “The two of you should set up time to
go over your mannerisms that way.”
    “All right,” I answer dismissively.
    “I’m serious,” he says. “I can’t have a
romantic comedy where the guy and the girl look like they’re kissing their relatives.”
    “Look, I know that I’m not all that
experienced in major films,” I say, “but wouldn’t it work just as well if I
talk to an acting coach?”
    “Look,” he says, “I don’t care about your
performances after this movie. What I care about is that the two of you look
good kissing and all that other stuff.”
    “So what do you suggest that Damian and I
do to make sure we’re on the same page?” I ask.
    Dutch smirks and chuckles, saying, “I’m
sure the two of you can figure something out. Whatever you do, just do it
before next week. I really can’t afford to hold up shooting because the two of
you don’t know how to look like you’re actually