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"don't you read the fucking sign? i'm working," derrielle scolds the young man walking into her trailer as she rips out her earbuds. she's too angry with him that she forgets to pause the song. "close the door, you're letting all the ac out," she says, trying to focus on her work on her screen.
"on what?" the sweaty boy pulls the door shut before sitting down across her table. drew barely walked fifty feet but the humid south carolina heat made him drip head-to-toe in sweat. he glances down at the song playing through her headphones. he chuckles at what he sees: no control by one direction.
"the script, moron," she deadpans, feeling a bit embarrassed as he reaches out and presses the pause button.
"you wrote this?" he scoots closer to her, holding out his copy of the script. the rings on his fingers reflect the light coming from the string lights across the wall behind her.
"yeah, just rafe's character and whatnot. why?" she shrugs, not noticing the dimply grin she created with her choice of words.
"it's just beautiful."
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act one playlist — i. no control , one direction ii. maneater , nelly furtado iii. no idea , don toliver iv. friends , chase atlantic v. writer in the dark , lorde vi. loving is easy , rex orange county vii. sex on fire , kings of leon viii. fallingforyou , the 1975 vix. dark red , steve lacy x. traitor , olivia rodrigo
"really?" she looks up, finally. her eyes sparkling in curiosity in what this attractive young man —with the most gorgeous pair of diamond-colored eyes she's ever seen— had to say about her words.
she scoots towards him, indirectly copying him.
"yeah, you wrote a layered character that is so heart -wrenchingly beautiful. you have a gift," drew says, putting down his script packet. "i just hope that i can portray rafe as you perfected him."
"you're, rafe cameron?" elle asks, quickly saving her work and shutting down her computer.
"yeah, i thought you knew that when i walked in?"
"no, they don't tell me shit. i just thought you were a dumb extra," she gushes, smirking as she sips her mint tea.
drew gasps, his hand flying to his chest as if he is offended. "wow."
"oh please," she shakes her head at him, putting down her cup back on the saucer. he laughs as she swats his hand away from his chest. "you didn't even know i wrote your part."
"drew," he introduces, holding out his hand.
"derrielle," she smiles back, her teeth nabbing her bottom lip as his callous hand grasps her delicate one. "but call me elle."
