Practice this week was tiring. We had been practicing 10hrs each day since Saturday. Today was no exception.
'Let's move to another act September.' The assistant director suggested.
She was the one incharge of the practice today.
'Yeah!' A certain brown haired guy spoke.
'You've been slowing us all down.'
So much for wanting to go with the flow!
'How about we move to the last scene?' Magaret the assistant director asked.
'No!' I screamed.
The last scene has the kissing scene in it and I was not ready to be making out with Arain Maelor in front of the twenty plus cast and crews here.
'Why not?' He asked.
For a second I actually thought he wanted to kiss me, but then again he was Arain- so used to using girls.
I heard that he and his girlfriend were in an open relationship. Ew.
'Because I'm not ready.' I said. 'Besides Dir. Woodhouse said we shouldn't take this too fast. Don't rush me.'
'She's the slowest person I've ever been forced to work with.' He spoke to Mag.
'I still won't do it.' I said firmly.
'Well, on the bright side, it's already break.' Joel, one of the cast, said.
'Fine. But next time I'm in charge that's the first scene we're working on.' Mag said.
I happily turned around and thanked Joel for that. Arain then walked up to me.
'Don't take this personally, but, you suck at this.' And he started walking away.
I shouted back at him. 'Tell that to my awards!' How dare he?
*
'I noticed that you've been avoiding that particular scene.' Ava said to me as we gathered around the lunch table.
Avoiding was an understatement. I've been dreading that scene.
'In my defence I don't go around kissing people. Especially Mr Arrogant-i'm-to-skilled-Maelor.'
'You mean the most handsome drop dead guy in the whole of Hollywood?' She asked. 'I think any girl in this room, in this town would kill to be in your position.' She said.
Isn't it ironical that the one girl that was given that chance will too? Only that I'll kill him.
*
'So, how are you preparing for Friday?' Austin, my manager, asked.
Friday was fast approaching and I felt dread wash over me. I wasn't ready for this. And if not that I saw Dir. Woodhouse as a role model I won't be doing this.
'I'm not.' I shrugged.
'What so you mean your not?' He asked.
'I'm not preparing neither am I looking forward to it.' I said dryly.
Who would look forward to a night alone with Arain? Not me I guess. Not after that night!
~~~~~~~~~~~
The horrendous Friday night finally came. I had spent the better part of the day locked up in my RV. That was until Ava came to drag me out for some shopping. I reluctantly followed and ended up having fun.
Now, I sat in front of my vanity, finishing up my make up. Ava would have been here helping me out with my outfit if she didn't have to be with the others at our Friday night club ritual. I really wished I could be with them.
So I had to do it by myself. I went with a black crop tube and black mini skirt with a slit. Then I put on a red crop jacket to make it look less gothic. My eyeshadow was black while my lipstick was red.
*
We had decided to meet at the end of the trailers park for him to pick me. His jeep wrangler was parked there as expected. I expected a better car for someone with his demeanor. But hey, his Arain.
Here's to an awkward night with Arain Maelor.
I entered the car and immediately his eyes started judging me.
'You could have put an effort.' He remarked.
Wow! I spent the last two hours for this! So Arain Maelor. Not that I was expecting a compliment.
'I'll put efforts when it's worth it.' I snapped back.
Honestly I wondered why we hated each other so much. Well, I wondered why he hated me so much.
He didn't say anything and just focused on driving. This whole date had been planned by Dir. Woodhouse for 'publicity' as he put it.
'Can't we play some music?' I asked.
'No!' He said with finality and that was that.