Today was a going to be fucking stressful, we were on set, and Fran was projected to film over ten scenes today with a different outfit in each one. I wasn't overwhelmed about having the pieces together, that had been planned fucking weeks ago, it was the fact that Fran had a family emergency last week and we couldn't do our fitting.
I'd been pacing around her trailer for the past thirty minutes, waiting for the crew to bring her rack of outfits so we could fix whatever was bound to be out of place. Deep down I knew it wasn't that serious, and things could be switched or pinned, but if I was going to do something, especially for a prestigious production like the one we were working on, I needed things to be perfect to be satisfied.
When it came to things being perfect, I was fucking insatiable, my work effort would not dwindle no matter how long I would be in the business.
"GG!" Fran squealed as she entered the trailer, I was so in my thoughts I hadn't even heard the metal fucking door swing open. The girl had so many nicknames for me, sometimes it took me a second to figure out who she was talking to. "Will you relax, everything is going to be just fine."
She was in the process of squeezing the last bit of air out of me in a crushing embrace when Jacob lazily walked in just a second behind her and plopped on the sofa. Him spending time with her on set must have been one of his changes he was making to be a better boyfriend. I honestly commended him for this, seeing as he had to spend hours on set for the gigs that he got quiet often, those two were booked and fucking busy.
"As soon as that fucking rack of clothing is in here I'll chill." I lie, knowing all would not be well until this whole day was over, and everything was a success.
I turned my back to them as Fran sat on the couch beside her boyfriend, making sure I had all the backup pieces for the wardrobe we planned out, for a backup backup plan. I really did live for this shit, no matter how many years I was probably shaving off my life from the stress.
"Gwen, you are a fucking fashion genius, no one is going to have shit to say to you, and if they do I'll get Jacob to kill them, right baby?" She smiles up at him as the mentioning of his name caught his attention.
I appreciated her words, but they weren't enough to stop me from continuing to pace around the side of the trailer I was in. I could feel both sets of their eyes on me as I fidgeted about, one feeling slightly harsher than the other.
"I'll do fucking anything if she fucking sits her ass down." Jacob voices, prompting me to turn towards him only to see a smirk playing on his lips.
Was he actually joking with me?
Me constantly in a haste had to be fucking annoying, I was probably working them up along with myself. It wasn't often that I realized I was being compulsive, but seeing how someone outside of my friend group had taken notice of it suddenly made me more aware.
"Sorry, guys I just need everything to work out." I start to decompress, then immediately doing the opposite when the knock I'd been waiting for finally sounded in the cramped area. Just like that any ounce of relaxation that's could've set into my muscles had vanished, I was upright and tense as the rack of clothes was pushed on the trailer.
"Thank you so much, you're a dear." I told the crewman, forgetting the unnecessary amount of time it took. "Franny, get over here, so we can see if we need to make any adjustments before your first scene starts."
I was banking on every outfit just magically working for her body and character because the twenty minutes we had before she would be needed out there wouldn't be enough to time to fix any impending disasters.
