buildings.
Alex opened his lips to yell for help, but a hand cupped his mouth.
“Who are you?” a deep male voice growled in his ear, with a very thick accent, making the hair stand on Alex’s neck. He was in so much pain, Alex struggled to keep going and not kick the idiot in the knee to get him to let go .
Alex shook his head, trying to rid the hand that covered his mouth. He was about to bite it out of frustration.
“What is your name?” The man choked Alex as if he was truly out to kill him, making him gasp for air and claw at the man’s arm.
A soundless wind moved by Alex ’s ear. He was released suddenly and spun around. Randy had his assailant, holding him by his face, as if using his eyes and mouth like a bowling ball’s holes, nearly blinding him.
Alex gasped , as scripted, and backed up, reaching for the walls of the building.
The attacker was dragged as if he were a ragdoll by Randy, who was a very powerful ly built man . From where he was, Alex could only see movement, and heard nothing. But he knew Randy was supposedly giving the guy a good pummeling. Alex hoped Randy was.
The man who had grabbed Alex lay still on the wet ground . Randy rifled through the man’s pockets.
Alex was near tears. This was the last scene scheduled for the night, and he was about to cry if he didn’t get some rest.
Randy returned to Alex and asked, “Are you hurt?”
With real tears about to run down his cheeks, Alex shook his head no, and bit his lip on exploding with emotions. He wanted Billy. He wanted his man.
Call cut. Call cut! What more can we do? Call cut!
“Cut!”
Alex spun to face a wall, ashamed of his weakness, wiping at his eyes. Randy did nothing to comfort him, walking away and taking a bottle of water from an assistant.
N ot one person came near Alex as he waited to see if he had to do this once more, again, and again, and again. George Ford demanded perfection.
Finally Mr Ford said, “We’re done. Get your sides for tomorrow.”
Alex looked up at the starry night sky and thanked God. He wiped at his face as he cried silently and was handed paperwork. The cast began walking back to the hotel which was only two blocks from the shooting as the crew wrapped up their equipment.
Alex looked for Giovani and Emilo, but they were not behind him. They knew Rome. He wouldn’t be surprised if they headed to a local café for dinner.
Did they invite him? No.
Alex entered the hotel and used the elevator, hoping no one else got inside with him. He repeatedly poked the number to his floor, and thankfully the elevator door closed. He was alone, seeing his tears in the mirrored wall of the small space. He removed his key from his pocket and headed to his room. Once inside he fell on the bed, the paperwork for tomorrow’s shoot crushed in his hand and he wailed.
Alex cried and curled into a ball, still wearing his jacket and scarf.
And this was only the beginning. He had weeks and weeks of shooting. Calming down slightly, Alex located his phone and called Billy. When it went to voicemail he so bbed and said into the recorder , “Billy…” he choked up and couldn’t say another word. He hung up and called his father.
“Bloody hell, Alexander. Do you know what time it is?”
“Dad…” Alex began crying at hearing his father’s voice. “I’m sorry to wake you.”
“Are you all right?”
“No. I’m a wreck.”
“What’ s happened, love? Is Randy behaving?”
“He’s ignoring me. He doesn’t give a shit.”
“What is it you want him to do? I asked him to behave. Alex, talk to me.”
“It’s hard.” Alex began to feel like a baby and wiped at his eyes, seeing the makeup smear on his hand. “It’s so hard. I can’t do it. I’m not that good. I can’t do it.”
“Oh, lovely. You can. You just started. Adam told you it would be exhausting.”
“I’m all alone here. I’m all alone.” Alex looked around the room.
“I heard you had made some nice friends. Your
Alex opened his lips to yell for help, but a hand cupped his mouth.
“Who are you?” a deep male voice growled in his ear, with a very thick accent, making the hair stand on Alex’s neck. He was in so much pain, Alex struggled to keep going and not kick the idiot in the knee to get him to let go .
Alex shook his head, trying to rid the hand that covered his mouth. He was about to bite it out of frustration.
“What is your name?” The man choked Alex as if he was truly out to kill him, making him gasp for air and claw at the man’s arm.
A soundless wind moved by Alex ’s ear. He was released suddenly and spun around. Randy had his assailant, holding him by his face, as if using his eyes and mouth like a bowling ball’s holes, nearly blinding him.
Alex gasped , as scripted, and backed up, reaching for the walls of the building.
The attacker was dragged as if he were a ragdoll by Randy, who was a very powerful ly built man . From where he was, Alex could only see movement, and heard nothing. But he knew Randy was supposedly giving the guy a good pummeling. Alex hoped Randy was.
The man who had grabbed Alex lay still on the wet ground . Randy rifled through the man’s pockets.
Alex was near tears. This was the last scene scheduled for the night, and he was about to cry if he didn’t get some rest.
Randy returned to Alex and asked, “Are you hurt?”
With real tears about to run down his cheeks, Alex shook his head no, and bit his lip on exploding with emotions. He wanted Billy. He wanted his man.
Call cut. Call cut! What more can we do? Call cut!
“Cut!”
Alex spun to face a wall, ashamed of his weakness, wiping at his eyes. Randy did nothing to comfort him, walking away and taking a bottle of water from an assistant.
N ot one person came near Alex as he waited to see if he had to do this once more, again, and again, and again. George Ford demanded perfection.
Finally Mr Ford said, “We’re done. Get your sides for tomorrow.”
Alex looked up at the starry night sky and thanked God. He wiped at his face as he cried silently and was handed paperwork. The cast began walking back to the hotel which was only two blocks from the shooting as the crew wrapped up their equipment.
Alex looked for Giovani and Emilo, but they were not behind him. They knew Rome. He wouldn’t be surprised if they headed to a local café for dinner.
Did they invite him? No.
Alex entered the hotel and used the elevator, hoping no one else got inside with him. He repeatedly poked the number to his floor, and thankfully the elevator door closed. He was alone, seeing his tears in the mirrored wall of the small space. He removed his key from his pocket and headed to his room. Once inside he fell on the bed, the paperwork for tomorrow’s shoot crushed in his hand and he wailed.
Alex cried and curled into a ball, still wearing his jacket and scarf.
And this was only the beginning. He had weeks and weeks of shooting. Calming down slightly, Alex located his phone and called Billy. When it went to voicemail he so bbed and said into the recorder , “Billy…” he choked up and couldn’t say another word. He hung up and called his father.
“Bloody hell, Alexander. Do you know what time it is?”
“Dad…” Alex began crying at hearing his father’s voice. “I’m sorry to wake you.”
“Are you all right?”
“No. I’m a wreck.”
“What’ s happened, love? Is Randy behaving?”
“He’s ignoring me. He doesn’t give a shit.”
“What is it you want him to do? I asked him to behave. Alex, talk to me.”
“It’s hard.” Alex began to feel like a baby and wiped at his eyes, seeing the makeup smear on his hand. “It’s so hard. I can’t do it. I’m not that good. I can’t do it.”
“Oh, lovely. You can. You just started. Adam told you it would be exhausting.”
“I’m all alone here. I’m all alone.” Alex looked around the room.
“I heard you had made some nice friends. Your
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