Find Me

Don't Stop Trying to Find Me

Ben tapped on his phone nervously, almost rushing to get into it. Maybe it was it, maybe it wasn't, but this producer had been so insistent. Maybe that was how he'd find Rey, in this romance project that went against all of his work principles. She could be a new actress, cast into her first major role, or a girl in the makeup department finally having the opportunity to live and have friends and a family.

How was her life now? What did she do when he was gone? Ben hoped so much she was happy now, that her new life was better than the previous one. Her parents, they should be alive, right? Rey deserved to have them alive. That would make her happy. He could see her smile when he closed his eyes, after coming back to life in his hands. The way she said his name would live in his memory forever.

"Gwendolyn Phasma," his agent answered.

"I want to read the script," he announced. "And meet the team. And then I will decide if I'll be a part of the trilogy."

There was silence on the other side of the line, and he waited until his agent finally answered.

"Hello, Ben. I'm glad you're able to talk to me right now," Phasma said, sarcastically. "You were talking about..."

"The romance film, Phasma," he insisted. "I will read it and meet the team, I want to know what it is about. Then I'll decide if I want to be a part of it."

She sighed on the other side.

"I would say they would never let it happen, but, honestly, that team is surprising me more and more every day," Phasma pointed out. "I'll email them and let you know."

"Thank you. I'll talk to you later."

"Later, Solo."

He put his phone aside, driving home with impatience. Ben barely kicked off his shoes before he was in his studio, browsing his computer and finding the songs he'd had written and perfected over the years, Rey's song, his song and their song. He had it all done, all waiting for her to listen to them.

He pretty much pounced on his phone when it rang again, jittery and anxious for an answer.

"Yes?"

"It's Phasma," his agent announced as if he didn't know her voice already after five years working together. "Open your door, the poor assistant has more to do than to wait for your kindness."

He stood up, quick to comply and stride to his flat's front door.

"You are to be in the set tomorrow at five-thirty," she continued. "Don't be too grumpy, they have coffee, bagels, doughnuts and fruits and you're free to eat too."

He didn't complain, even though the hour wasn't his favourite, and when he opened the door, and he thanked the red-haired girl holding the thick script in her hands silently before taking it, quickly reading the NDA in her hands and signing it before letting the girl leave, and sitting down on his couch.

"Thank you, Phasma," he said to his phone.

"You're welcome."

Ben sighed, preparing himself for the reading, but stopped with a frown, froze in his place when his eyes met the notes he was supposed to read before everything else. Rey Palpatine.

Rey Palpatine.

'Across the Stars: The Force Awakens ' was Co-produced, co-written and co-directed by Rey Palpatine.

"Rey!" Rose strode behind her. "You can't tell me you're going to push further with this insanity."

No one in the set gave them more than a glance while the two walked around. Rey and Rose discussing over Rey's choices as lead of their project was not a new thing. After studios refused to give her full creative control of the story if she signed up with them, she had decided to gather her own group of people and produce a massive trilogy on her own, something both uncommon and dangerous, but she didn't care. This had to be perfect. Rey knew this whole story, from where it truly began to how it would sadly end, and every feeling in between. She'd seen it with her own eyes every time she fell asleep, and she would give everything to make this perfect now that she had the means to.