certainly don’t argue with the director about how a scene is being played out. It’s the director’s job to do that.
“So, that’s your answer as to why you walked off set?” Jo asks while piling my hair into a fancy up do. We are filming the wedding scene today, one I’ve been dreading. Victor is trying to get all the scenes with the other actors out of the way, since no one is getting along. He seems to think it will go far smoother when it’s just Ryan and I left, and a lot faster. This is why Ryan and I haven’t had to do any kissing yet.
Today is going to be the worst.
“Yes, that’s my answer,” I reply, tilting my head with her hands.
She stops what she’s doing to give me serious eyes. “I think you might actually hate him, because, you know, word is he’s being a huge dick, but that’s not why you walked off set.”
I bite my lip and look away from my reflection in the mirror. Today is just an annoying day altogether. My nanny, Teresa, had to quit because her mother was put in the hospital and she wants to be there for her. I mean, I can’t blame anyone for it, but I’d rather not have Talia on set. I like the way things are going in the media, seeing as half of them doubt the existence of Talia in the first place. The other half stalk me constantly trying to get a picture of her. This is why I generally get out of the car and let Marley take it to park somewhere else, sneaking Talia right under their noses while they are preoccupied with me.
I’ll live though.
Then my period decided to start so I’m extra fucking bitchy, and seeing as I have to wear a white wedding dress, I’m praying there are no accidents. There’s no telling how expensive the dress is.
And to top it all off, I have a meeting with the head of the studio, so I might be getting fired from the movie because of my actions. I also have to attend this meeting in the stupid dress, so I’ll feel ridiculous.
“I walked off set because he was controlling everything. He wanted to stand in a certain place and someone was already standing there. I’d pipe up with an idea I would have liked to try for the next take and he’d shoot it down like he was the director or something,” I complain, twisting my fingers around each other because I really don’t like talking shit about anyone. My dad hated that kind of behavior. He was a real believer that if you had nothing nice to say, then you didn’t have anything to say at all.
Jo laughs and continues to mess with my hair. She tugs and pulls the strands into a beautiful bun with twists up and down my scalp. “I can’t believe he was acting like that. Usually he doesn’t seem to mind sitting back and letting others get everything done. Hell, he comes in here and doesn’t say a word about what he gets dressed in or how I style his hair.”
I roll my eyes at that one. “Probably because he doesn’t have any hair to really get done. Plus, they can’t seem to find him any clothes that actually fit. Everything they put him in is, like, three sizes too small. He looks amazing. I wouldn’t complain either.”
This makes Jo cackle like a hyena and I just sigh. I’ve learned that Jo likes to laugh, and laugh she does often. On occasion it’s comical but today I’m bitchy. I don’t really mind anyway. She’s laughing at the horrible things I’m saying about Ryan.
“Honey, you’ll get through with this movie before you know it. Then you’ll only have to see him on the red carpet. I promise you that.”
That makes me smile. I can’t wait for this movie to be over with. The further away I am from Ryan Danse the better.
Jo pats me on the back as I walk out the door, headed for wardrobe. I’ve already got my makeup done. I’m just hoping I don’t get any on the dress.
I’ve got to be honest here, I’m seriously nervous about this fake wedding. I guess I just thought I’d have already walked down the aisle by now. I’ve always wanted the whole shebang. The amazing
“So, that’s your answer as to why you walked off set?” Jo asks while piling my hair into a fancy up do. We are filming the wedding scene today, one I’ve been dreading. Victor is trying to get all the scenes with the other actors out of the way, since no one is getting along. He seems to think it will go far smoother when it’s just Ryan and I left, and a lot faster. This is why Ryan and I haven’t had to do any kissing yet.
Today is going to be the worst.
“Yes, that’s my answer,” I reply, tilting my head with her hands.
She stops what she’s doing to give me serious eyes. “I think you might actually hate him, because, you know, word is he’s being a huge dick, but that’s not why you walked off set.”
I bite my lip and look away from my reflection in the mirror. Today is just an annoying day altogether. My nanny, Teresa, had to quit because her mother was put in the hospital and she wants to be there for her. I mean, I can’t blame anyone for it, but I’d rather not have Talia on set. I like the way things are going in the media, seeing as half of them doubt the existence of Talia in the first place. The other half stalk me constantly trying to get a picture of her. This is why I generally get out of the car and let Marley take it to park somewhere else, sneaking Talia right under their noses while they are preoccupied with me.
I’ll live though.
Then my period decided to start so I’m extra fucking bitchy, and seeing as I have to wear a white wedding dress, I’m praying there are no accidents. There’s no telling how expensive the dress is.
And to top it all off, I have a meeting with the head of the studio, so I might be getting fired from the movie because of my actions. I also have to attend this meeting in the stupid dress, so I’ll feel ridiculous.
“I walked off set because he was controlling everything. He wanted to stand in a certain place and someone was already standing there. I’d pipe up with an idea I would have liked to try for the next take and he’d shoot it down like he was the director or something,” I complain, twisting my fingers around each other because I really don’t like talking shit about anyone. My dad hated that kind of behavior. He was a real believer that if you had nothing nice to say, then you didn’t have anything to say at all.
Jo laughs and continues to mess with my hair. She tugs and pulls the strands into a beautiful bun with twists up and down my scalp. “I can’t believe he was acting like that. Usually he doesn’t seem to mind sitting back and letting others get everything done. Hell, he comes in here and doesn’t say a word about what he gets dressed in or how I style his hair.”
I roll my eyes at that one. “Probably because he doesn’t have any hair to really get done. Plus, they can’t seem to find him any clothes that actually fit. Everything they put him in is, like, three sizes too small. He looks amazing. I wouldn’t complain either.”
This makes Jo cackle like a hyena and I just sigh. I’ve learned that Jo likes to laugh, and laugh she does often. On occasion it’s comical but today I’m bitchy. I don’t really mind anyway. She’s laughing at the horrible things I’m saying about Ryan.
“Honey, you’ll get through with this movie before you know it. Then you’ll only have to see him on the red carpet. I promise you that.”
That makes me smile. I can’t wait for this movie to be over with. The further away I am from Ryan Danse the better.
Jo pats me on the back as I walk out the door, headed for wardrobe. I’ve already got my makeup done. I’m just hoping I don’t get any on the dress.
I’ve got to be honest here, I’m seriously nervous about this fake wedding. I guess I just thought I’d have already walked down the aisle by now. I’ve always wanted the whole shebang. The amazing
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