Acting up

Chapter 6

" Take five!"

I heaved a breath of relief at the call for break. I didn't know why I was getting so worked up. I have been filming all morning with a lead double. Craig the cameraman has been taking videos of various angles and using us two for estimating the best lighting.  I didn't mind that as it afforded me more time to think and practice, to plan my expressions ahead. Only god knew just how much practice I'd really needed. I felt so unbelievably tensed. It was not everyday one got to meet one's idol and then gave to act indifferent about it.

I wasn't sure that I could.

Act indifferent that is..not when mere thoughts of him had my pulse palpitating out of control. I was sure to swoon at the very first sight of him. And then where would I be? Thrown off the sets no doubt.

I had to get in control.

I took off to the refreshment stand and poured myself a cup of cold water from the water vending machine. I gulped the lot at one go and bent over to refill.

"Feeling thirsty are we?" Said an unidentified but still vaguely familiar voice at my back. Prickles of awareness rode up my spine amazing me with an acute sense of surprise. I have never before felt that kind of awareness. Why now?

I turned with utter confusion trying to figure out my bizare but intense reaction and clashed gazes with the hearthrob that was solely responsible for my beating heart.

Ashford ....Meyer!

Fuck!

It would have been just like me to start hyperventilating at that point. Sadly I didn't dissapointed the average expectations. Instead I even went as step further.

The cup in my grasp tipped over in my suddenly lax grip. Its contents splashed onto Ashford Meyer's expensive boots.

"What the fuck?"

His lovely baritone inherently rich and husky rang a fluent curse into my waiting ears. And my heartbeat already fast sped up a beat till blood rushed up to my face. Turning my otherwise fair complexion flushed with rosy redness.

I parted a trembling lip to apologise but was instantly swept aside by an assistant rushing up with a battery operated blow dryer. Instantly she started applying the devise down his person. I gasped at his fearsome face then at his assistants temerity. But she appeared used to his outbursts. And apparently as used to dealing with spilt water on his person if the battery operated blow dryer was any indication.

I turned bewildered eyes at her direction before applying that bafflement at the man rudely addressing her.

"Fuck it, Kat! Leave off!"

Ashford Meyer wasn't one to mince words.

"You leave off. We're shooting in ten minutes. I need to get this dried off. Just stand still and stop fidgeting," said Kat.

Apparently the assistant wasn't one to mince words either.

"Sorry," I muttered meekly amidst the storm boiling up between these two. As one both turned their discontented expressions on me.

I gulped at them then muttered again, hesitantly, "Ss..sorry."

Just then the call rang out from the director at the set.

"You're up," said Kat to Ashford.

Dropping me an evil look he spun around and strode off without another word. Kat didn't even spare me a glance but took off after him, her flat heels clacking noisily on the cement flooring of the warehouse that housed the makeshift set.

I stood there a moment simply staring after them before it suddenly dawned on me. The call to the set meant the director was ready to roll. The scene they would be filming was that of the first kiss. The kiss between Ashford and his leading lady. Me!

Oh my god!