On the Set

Ann Ross

"It's funny, beyond not dating I did pretty well, it's not easy being a brainiac at times. College was fun, lots of heartbreak some great sex. A lot of great material," I pulled my feet up under my lap and finished off the can of Dr. Pepper. "Being a writer has it's points, Ann Ross is actually a pseudonym. I think my family would freak out if they knew I wrote romance novels. It's kind of like leading a double life, probably a lot like what you do, have other characters expressed through you. Me through words and you through actions."
 
Lorrie Davis

i knock on the trailer a few times, almost timidly.
the door have a sign that bare "Brad Rivers".
i hope he hasn't been waiting too long for the coffee. God, I didn't even knopw if he likes decaf or not. or maybe he meant he wanted something more fancy. I feel like i could kicked myself for not noticing the sign on his door before. big mistake. very big mistake. hope he is in a good mood today. i've heard of some stories about the guy and not all are very pleasant.

suddenly a man opened the door. his face seems mad that i almost jumped out of my skin.

"What?" he said clearly annoyed.

"Co... co... coffee... you asked for coffee, sir?"

:rose:
 
Director late, last minute rewrites screwing up the script. Ah shit. OK, calm down, just anxious. Deal with it. Try to calm down. Refocus on the script, think about the character....

A rap on the door. Oh Jesus! "What?"

"Co... co... coffee... you asked for coffee, sir?"

"Then come in! Don't even pause to knock if you're bringing coffee!" I swing my feet off the sofa and catch movement coming through the door, a slender wrist, short build, long hair. "You're an angel!" I tell her as I put the script down, and then I look round... an angel? Hmmm.

She hands me the coffee, shaking slightly. Oh god, I hope I didn't snap at her too badly... unless she's nervous because she's some damned fan-type? I need coffee, I don't need a stalker - even one who looks like her.

"You're a life saver! Bring me coffee in the morning and I'll be sweet and gentle, I promise!" I try to put her at ease. She says nothing. Still nervous? "Is our esteeemed director here?"

She shakes her head.

I sip the coffee. "Good! Thanks...." Then I have an idea. "So have you got something important to do, or can I get you to do something?"
 
Lauryn:

I pull away from Reid and turn to kiss his mouth.

"Make a movie huh? Well, if you know how to use that camera as well as you can fuck, then this movie is going to be fucking incredible. When do we get to play again, big boy?" I ask playfully, my hand going down to caress your still wet cock. I bend over and take it into my mouth, licking off my juices. Standing up, I kiss you again, letting you taste me on my lips.

I walk away from you, grabbing my robe and pulling it back on. "I'm going to see what the hell's taking so long. That damned author better be around here somewhere. If you ever want to, umm, "see" me again, I'll be here." With that, I head out of my trailer, leaving you standing naked in my kitchenette.
 
"Is our esteeemed director here?"


i just shaked my head, although he seems to be a lot nicer than when i first met him. i am ussually easily shaken and i was still feeling a bit giddy for the first encounter with him.

So have you got something important to do, or can I get you to do something?

"N... no... I don't really have anything to do. Everybody here had just arrived and are waiting for the director. in... in fact, you're the only one who have asked for coffee this morning. is there something that you want?"

:rose:
 
"Well, to a point, yes. I have yet to play anyone who I thought was exactly like me..." He smiled for a second, a lost memory flooding through to him.
"Then again, nothing is completely alienated either. I use a bit of everything when I make up a character. Just like an artist with paints. I draw from my own experience, add a bit of the incredible, douse with a touch of unique personality, and voila... my own little actor mocha latte with whipped cream."
Gary leaned back on the couch, relaxing into the cusions, something he rather enjoyed. Running to and fro for the past few days had been hellacious on him, exhaustion running deep. He would have gone into his own trailer and take a nap, if he wasn't sure that the damned director would show up the minute after he shut his eyes and ask him to shoot the opening.
He couldn't cock tease himself with a nap like that. Just soo mean.
"So, this guy never got the pleasure of dating you? Wasn't your type? Who is your type?"
 
Brad Rivers

"N... no... I don't really have anything to do. Everybody here had just arrived and are waiting for the director. in... in fact, you're the only one who have asked for coffee this morning. is there something that you want?"

"Well," I smile, "I was wanting to make a movie. Failing that, I thought I might go skiiing... but more realistically, you could pick up this script and read as the other characters in the scene - let me speak my lines out loud, give me someone to bounce off. It's all going too stale when I just run through it in my mind."

I hand her the script, and she seems to accept in uncertainly.
 
Ann Ross

"So, this guy never got the pleasure of dating you? Wasn't your type? Who is your type?"

I wasn't sure which question he really wanted me to answer as there was only one real question lurking in there. Who was my type? "I'd have to say someone real, which is funny considering I make up most of my lovers both written and fantasy. The main thing they have in common is that they want me as much as I want them. They are willing to work through the crap, because they have stuff of their own, and don't hold back when it comes to doing or saying the hard stuff. They are tender but not meek, they have inner strength but are not overbearing. They let me be who I am, I suppose that is really the essential part. After all nowadays so many people are trying to 'change' their partner or control them."

The phone rang and I was forced to answer it, at first I was tense as I said, "Yes, sure" and other positive statements and by the end of conversation I was relieved.

I glance at him, "Our esteemed director is fogged in, in Chicago and won't be here until at least tomorrow afternoon. That was his assistant making the calls to let us know we can relax for the day."
 
Lorrie Davis

I was wanting to make a movie. Failing that, I thought I might go skiiing... but more realistically, you could pick up this script and read as the other characters in the scene - let me speak my lines out loud, give me someone to bounce off. It's all going too stale when I just run through it in my mind.

"sure" I said almost immediately.

Gosh, a chance to read from a real script. I felt like a step closer to my dream. A big smile on my face give away my enthusiasm.

:rose:
 
Brad Rivers

It was good to work through the scenes, to try out different approaches to the situations, to get familiar, get comfortable with the material. And the girl made it interesting - she's enthusiastic, and from time to time she's pretty good. I found myself grinning at her occassionally.

"What?" she asked, nervously, catching my smile.

"I like the way you did the last bit, it surprised me and it worked. You don't mid if I smile at you, do you? I could be overbearing and obnoxious if you prefer - as an actor I should be able to pull it off?"

We worked at the first two scenes for about an hour, and I was getting more and more impatient. I really wanted to get shooting.

Then the phone rang, and I leaned over to pick it up. "Brad here... uh-huh... you what...? he's where...?" I managed to finish the conversation with a polite "thanks for letting me know," and hang up before venting - "Jesus fucking son of a fucking - Chicago!" The outburst looked to have unsettled my guest, so I explain: "You know where our esteeemed damned director is?"

She shook her head.

"Chicago! Airport closed by fog - in a city famed for its high winds! - and he won't be here til tomorrow."

"So... what happens here, to all of us?" she asks.

"Well, I guess one of the production managers finds you something pointless to keep you busy, and I sit here and get neurotic about the script-changes." I look at her sidelong. I doubt she's even twenty - she should be out enjoying her youth. Hell, I should be out enjoying what's left of mine! "Neither of us should be stuck here wasting the day. Why don't I find you something more interesting to do?"

She looks skeptical.

"It's easy. I'm the star, so you have to keep me happy. And I can be so tempramental, you know?" She's not sure whether I'm joking, and that makes me laugh. "It's easy. I want Sushi. Not some refrigerated muck from the studio caterers, but real, fresh sushi from a place I know the other side of Beverley Hills. So, you're gonna have to go get some for me - I demand it."

"But..." she stammered "I don't have a car, and..."

"No car!" I say with mock surprise and a big grin. "Then I guess I'll have to drive you!" I jump up from the sofa and gesture to the door with one hand, extending the other to her to help her up from the plush chair. She hesitates. "Unless you don't like Sushi? We can do French, Mexican, you choose...."
 
But... I don't have a car, and...

No car! Then I guess I'll have to drive you! Unless you don't like Sushi? We can do French, Mexican, you choose....


my face soften as i see where he's getting to.

"No, sushi's fine with me." i said with a smile plastered on my face.

:rose:
 
Brad Rivers

She smiles, broadly, and I grin back, pleased that she likes the irresponsable idea. We head out to the car where, after a brief pause to put the roof down, we drive away along the service roads to a back gate out of the studio.

"You have me at a terrible disadvantage." I point out. "You see, you probably know plenty about me, but I don't even know your name. What's a nice girl like you, as the saying goes, doing in a place like this?"
 
"Oh, i'm so sorry. I can't believe that we've been talking for so long and i had totally forgotten to tell you my name. I'm Lorrie. "

What's a nice girl like you, as the saying goes, doing in a place like this?"

"Actually I came here to be an actress. but i don't have much experience so i thought I might get some tips by working around the set. i guess i thought that the best place to get some is from the source itself. That's how i wind up working here."

:rose:
 
Brad

"I thought I might get some tips by working around the set. i guess i thought that the best place to get some is from the source itself. That's how i wind up working here."

"You want tips? I'll give you a tip," I smile, "Show no fear!" She looks sidelong at me like she doesn't understand, so I just shrug. Out on the main roads the car growls with frustration underneath us, wanting to let rip like it never will on California roads, and I feel the same way. "Listen, you want to be an actress, and for my sins I'm an actor, but lets act like we're not actors for a while and just kick back and pretend like we're real people instead?"
 
Listen, you want to be an actress, and for my sins I'm an actor, but lets act like we're not actors for a while and just kick back and pretend like we're real people instead?

"sure, I can do that." i was beginning to feel comfortable around him. he is so good at making others feel at ease. he is so unlike other actors i have met before. they all always seems nice in front of the camera, but once off the set, they are so hard to please.

"so, where exactly is this mystery sushi place? i hope it's as good as you claim."

:rose:
 
Gary stood up, letting his hands fall to his side, a mock of pent up frustration. He had been hoping to shoot something today, but he couldn't very well change the weather...
At least not yet.
Gary smiled, holding out his hand, "Well, I think that gives us some free time. Do you want to go grab lunch or something? I know this catered food is free, but nothing can compare to a nice sit down restaurant with real waiters and gourmet food. Come on, I know this great little place."
 
Brad Rivers

"so, where exactly is this mystery sushi place? i hope it's as good as you claim."

"Have I been making bold claims? I hope you're not disappointed!" I pull the phone from my pocket, retreave the number from the memory and dial through. "... Hi it's Brad - how's things...? Quiet? Then can you rustle something up for me...?" I glance sideways at my pretty companion - "Anything in particular, Lorrie? No?" - and then back to the phone, "No just a selection, for two... that's fine - unless you have any sea urchin...? Yeah, and I'll keep asking until you do - so how long...? Great! Thanks guys!"

Lorrie looks at me quizzically, and I smile.

"The problem is, that the best cooks do not always work in the restaurants with the best views, and sometimes the best seat in the house is in another house!" She's none the wiser for that, as we turn onto the coast road, palm trees and the broad blue Pacific on one side, concrete shops giving way to low-lying houses on the other. As I turn into the drive she's doubtless aware that there isn't a restaurant in sight. I grin at her and tell her, in fake-French-waiter style "I have reserved for you, Madame, the finest sea-view, upon a spacious terrace, where you can enjoy both the finest fresh fish and the glory of the afternoon sun."

Leaving the car, I lead the way up the stairs at the end of the drive, up to the back of the house, and unlock the gate at the top. As she steps through I bow perhaps too theatrically and gesture towards the wrought-iron table and chairs, and the low iron table and long, cushioned loungers, and beyond to the view out across the Ocean. I unlock the cupboard at the far side of the veranda, and reteave the juicer.

"The food will be about fifteen minutes, so choose an apperatif, or join me in some fruit juice - and please," I break into melodrama again, "forgo the terrible afdvantage that you hold!"

"Advantage?" she raises her eyebrows.

"Absolutely! You see, my career and much of my personal life are public knowledge, but I know nothing at all about you. I dwell in ignorance! You are Lorrie - but who is Lorrie?"
 
forgo the terrible afdvantage that you hold!

"Advantage?" I asked a bit puzzled by what exactly he meant by that.

Absolutely! You see, my career and much of my personal life are public knowledge, but I know nothing at all about you. I dwell in ignorance! You are Lorrie - but who is Lorrie?

"Well, you know i wanted to be an actrees. What else would you like to know about me?"I was beginning to like his easy way with everything.

:rose:
 
Ann Ross

"It certainly would be nice to eat something of more substance, or at least chocalate." I smiled and took his hand, "It looks like it's going to be a interesting day after all."

We headed out noticing how desserted it had become since the call had come. "Looks like everyone is heading out to enjoy a free day. It's pretty cool to get paid and not have to work."
 
Brad Rivers

"Well, you know i wanted to be an actrees. What else would you like to know about me?"

"Ah well, what's your favourite colour, what was your most embarassing moment, what's the worst joke you know - anything you want to tell me. Like, where would you be, right now, if you could be anywhere in the world?"
 
"Whoa. One at a time please."half laughing at the way Brad showered me with questions.

"Well, my favourite color is red, my most embarrassing moment... i don't think i want to tell you that because it's to embarrasing ::laugh:: and if i could be anywhere in the world right now, i would like to be in Japan so that we can eat the best sushi there is."

:)

"anything else you would like to know about me sir?"
 
"I haven't had free time in over a month. Life has just been so busy lately. It's nice to know I don't have anything to do for the next few hours."
His limo was waiting at the side gate. They had heard of the early day, and were waiting for him. He opened the door for Ann, motioning for her to sit.
"Nothing but the best," He gave a pleasent smile, climbing in after her.
 
Ann Ross

I smiled and felt under dressed for stepping into the limo, my snug jeans and sweater combo seemed a bit out of the way for the limo but it was certainly nice to have, "This is great, I hate driving." I find myself inspecting every nook and cranny of the limo. "Sorry I've never been in a limo, it's funny, I'm actually on vacation to complete this project."
 
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