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hadn’t one of our secondary characters been dropped without warning? Seemed the more things shifted, the less stable we all felt. And unstable was never a good thing in Hollywood.
“So . . . this Tia Morales . . . she knows drama, but how is she with comedy?” I asked. “They’re completely different animals.”
“She’ll do fine, Kat.” Rex gave me a warning look, his green eyes peering directly into mine. “We just have to give her time to get adjusted. I’ve already filled her in on what’s been filmed thus far. She’s totally on board to see Jack and Angie cement their relationship with a proposal. And she won’t be wishy-washy, I’ll guarantee you that.”
“Wait . . . a proposal?” Scott’s eyes widened. “So soon?”
“There’s nothing soon about it,” Rex said. “This thing has dragged on for three years. I’m of the opinion that’s why the ratings are down. Viewers have given up. And network executives agree, by the way. I’d think you two would as well.”
“I’m anxious to get the ball rolling,” I said. “But . . . a proposal? You don’t think that’s a bit much?”
“The kissing scene won’t even air for a few weeks,” Scott said. “Can we really expect the viewers to make the jump from just kissed to engaged? Most relationships don’t move that fast in the real world.”
“Don’t worry. We’re dropping hints that more is coming,” Rex said. “Much more. If you took a look at this week’s script, you’ll notice the l-word.”
“Saw that.” The tips of Scott’s ears turned red.
“And we’ll have four or five episodes between the kiss and the proposal. So it will be fine.” Rex grinned. “But if I have my way, you two—or rather, Jack and Angie—will be engaged quickly and married by the season’s end.”
“M-married?” For some reason, the word stuck in my throat. I felt like I’d somehow ended up on a roller coaster, one that sent me plummeting from the highest heights to the lowest lows. Thank goodness all of this was happening to Angie, not me. Personally, I found it all a bit overwhelming.
Apparently, so did Scott, who gave his watch a nervous glance.
Rex ran his hand over his balding scalp. “Maybe it’s because I’ve lived longer, I don’t know. I just don’t see any point in dragging things out. If you’re in love, you’re in love. None of this modern-day living together or sleeping together even. We’re going to handle this the right way. And not just for the sake of the kids.”
“And we’re grateful for that,” Scott said. “I wouldn’t be doing this show if it wasn’t family friendly.”
“Same here,” I added. I’d made up my mind early on that I wouldn’t take any work that compromised my beliefs, and I’d already had a couple of opportunities to prove it. Take the audition for the nighttime melodrama Soap Floats , for instance. Supposedly I was physically perfect for the character of Bridget. I went through with the screen test, bubbling with excitement . . . until I found out Bridget the bombshell was known for her sexual promiscuity. Thumbing through the script for the pilot, I’d figured out it wasn’t the role for me.
I thought again of Doris Day and her girl-next-door persona. She never compromised herself in any of her roles, and the fans adored her for it. If purity had worked for her, it would work for me too. Hollywood needed more people willing to stand up for what they believed. Too many had sold out.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t hear Rex’s next words.
“Scott, thanks for your time. I’d like to talk to Kat alone for a minute.”
My heart plummeted as I pondered the whys and wherefores. He’d already fired one member of the team. Would I be next? I prayed that would not be the case.
Mustering up a bit of false bravado, I gave Scott a little wave. He returned it before disappearing from view. I sucked in a deep breath, gathered my courage, and turned my attention to Rex.
“So . . . this Tia Morales . . . she knows drama, but how is she with comedy?” I asked. “They’re completely different animals.”
“She’ll do fine, Kat.” Rex gave me a warning look, his green eyes peering directly into mine. “We just have to give her time to get adjusted. I’ve already filled her in on what’s been filmed thus far. She’s totally on board to see Jack and Angie cement their relationship with a proposal. And she won’t be wishy-washy, I’ll guarantee you that.”
“Wait . . . a proposal?” Scott’s eyes widened. “So soon?”
“There’s nothing soon about it,” Rex said. “This thing has dragged on for three years. I’m of the opinion that’s why the ratings are down. Viewers have given up. And network executives agree, by the way. I’d think you two would as well.”
“I’m anxious to get the ball rolling,” I said. “But . . . a proposal? You don’t think that’s a bit much?”
“The kissing scene won’t even air for a few weeks,” Scott said. “Can we really expect the viewers to make the jump from just kissed to engaged? Most relationships don’t move that fast in the real world.”
“Don’t worry. We’re dropping hints that more is coming,” Rex said. “Much more. If you took a look at this week’s script, you’ll notice the l-word.”
“Saw that.” The tips of Scott’s ears turned red.
“And we’ll have four or five episodes between the kiss and the proposal. So it will be fine.” Rex grinned. “But if I have my way, you two—or rather, Jack and Angie—will be engaged quickly and married by the season’s end.”
“M-married?” For some reason, the word stuck in my throat. I felt like I’d somehow ended up on a roller coaster, one that sent me plummeting from the highest heights to the lowest lows. Thank goodness all of this was happening to Angie, not me. Personally, I found it all a bit overwhelming.
Apparently, so did Scott, who gave his watch a nervous glance.
Rex ran his hand over his balding scalp. “Maybe it’s because I’ve lived longer, I don’t know. I just don’t see any point in dragging things out. If you’re in love, you’re in love. None of this modern-day living together or sleeping together even. We’re going to handle this the right way. And not just for the sake of the kids.”
“And we’re grateful for that,” Scott said. “I wouldn’t be doing this show if it wasn’t family friendly.”
“Same here,” I added. I’d made up my mind early on that I wouldn’t take any work that compromised my beliefs, and I’d already had a couple of opportunities to prove it. Take the audition for the nighttime melodrama Soap Floats , for instance. Supposedly I was physically perfect for the character of Bridget. I went through with the screen test, bubbling with excitement . . . until I found out Bridget the bombshell was known for her sexual promiscuity. Thumbing through the script for the pilot, I’d figured out it wasn’t the role for me.
I thought again of Doris Day and her girl-next-door persona. She never compromised herself in any of her roles, and the fans adored her for it. If purity had worked for her, it would work for me too. Hollywood needed more people willing to stand up for what they believed. Too many had sold out.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost didn’t hear Rex’s next words.
“Scott, thanks for your time. I’d like to talk to Kat alone for a minute.”
My heart plummeted as I pondered the whys and wherefores. He’d already fired one member of the team. Would I be next? I prayed that would not be the case.
Mustering up a bit of false bravado, I gave Scott a little wave. He returned it before disappearing from view. I sucked in a deep breath, gathered my courage, and turned my attention to Rex.
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