Several weeks go by, and each day, you anxiously stared at your phone most of each day, waiting for a call, a text, or anything from an unsaved number. But you got nothing, absolutely nothing. By the end of week two of waiting, you had lost almost all hope; you questioned if what happened was even real.
Usually, you would carry your phone everywhere in hopes of Alfred contacting you, but today you left it in your room. Sitting in your parent's room with your mom, you were in another world entirely. You and your mom were having a great time, laughing so hard that you were crying at who knows what. Then when you both gained your composer, it was quiet again when your mom noticed you weren't clenching your phone for dear life.
"Y/n... you recently have been having a death grip on your phone, why don't you now. Don't tell me a boy hurt you." She said sternly; she got a little protective sometimes.
You chuckled. "I suppose you could say that. Don't worry, mom, he was out of my league anyway." You gave a white lie in hopes your mom wouldn't ask any questions. She just nodded and laid back down. The fun was over for you and your mom, and since you had no life at the moment, you decided to take your daily nap. After getting comfortable under your blankets, you turn over and grab your phone, not expecting anything to have popped up.
Before you know it, you are practically out of bed again, sitting tall. You couldn't believe your eyes. Could it be? No...yes. There was a text message from an unsaved number. You stand up and compose yourself and open the text; it reads,
Hello y/n, it's Fred. I am reaching out to see if you are still interested in joining me for that small part in my upcoming movie. Let me know if you are, and I will give you the details.
You jumped excitedly and what sounded like a squeal came from your mouth. You wanted to respond right then and there but didn't want to come off unprofessional or stupid, so you sat back down and thought about how best to respond—completely overthinking this whole thing.
After several minutes, you came up with a solid and professional yet straightforward response to a text message. You wrote this;
Yes, hello, Fred. I am still interested in accompanying you in the movie; it would be an honor to work with you, even in a small role. Thank you for reaching out; I'll be looking forward to getting those details.
You hit send, and the smile on your face was as bright as a star. You lay back down and roll over in your bed, covering your head with your sheets. "Life is good!" you say to yourself.
You wake up a few short hours, and it's roughly 3 pm; quickly, you turn over in your bed again and snatch your phone—a new text, now with Alfred's name attached to it. Again, you smile. You read the attachments and various details he has sent you. The last bit of the text was the most important to you; it was the date and location you were to meet him to get the rundown on how life works in the movie business. And to your amazement, it was only a week away, precisely a week.
The week went past faster than any week had before, and it was time for you to meet Fred. Although you hadn't taken an interest in Alfred before meeting him, he was constantly on your mind and growing on you. You storm down the stairs with your truck keys jingling in your hands.
"Woah Woah Woah, where do you think you're going?" said your father, a little surprised. You stop in your tracks and look at him.
A prideful smirk sits upon your face, "I have a meeting with someone about a role in a movie." You said all cocky. You wanted to show your dad that what you went to college for wasn't for nothing. Your father raised a brow and crossed his arms, "alright then, but don't think this will lead to anything." He said sternly.
You roll your eyes at him, then fly out the door and into your truck. Without even letting your engine warm up, you left the driveway in seconds. You knew the general direction of the meeting place, but you put in directions anyway. There was no way you'd mess up an opportunity like this by going to the wrong place. The meeting place was 20 minutes away in a small park, which was nice because it was a gorgeous day outside. You pull into the parking lot, fix your hair, then get out and wait patiently for Alfred to arrive; you were so excited you got there earlier than expected.
It wasn't long before Alfred pulled into the parking lot in his car. You would have thought he would have driven something super nice or expensive, but it turns out he is a simple man and drives, not too fancy, not too dull, he drives an SUV. You stand up at the sight of him getting out, and he can see you smiling a mile away. Alfred walked up to you with a small smile and greeted you.
"Hello y/n, it's lovely to see you again." He said purely.
"It's nice to see you again, Fred." You said pure joy in your heart. You carefully examine the tall man in front of you. He has bangs that split in two different directions that look like waves coming off his head. He had dark sunglasses on and a simple dark blue t-shirt. There was no doubt that you found him attractive, but "he is far too old for you," you repeated in your head.
Alfred handed you a big stack of papers stapled together, and after skimming through it, you noticed highlighted dialogue; those are your lines.
"The highlighted lines are yours, and you'll be in one scene, which is roughly 10 minutes once finished, so it will take about four days to film all your parts; how's that sound?" he described. You nod, showing you understand. "That sounds wonderful!" you say, looking up at him with a smile.
The two of you continued to go into further detail over several minutes, and about half an hour later, you got all the details you needed.
"If you have any questions, I'm always available, so don't be shy; call me." He said. Alfred gave you a smirk and... winked. Did he really just do that, or are you, so love-struck you imagine things. Too bewildered to even say anything, your face turned red. What if it was just a friendly gesture and you were being dramatic? That would be something you would do.
"I hope to see you again soon, y/n," he said quietly. Then he was zooming out of the parking lot before you know it.
What just happened?
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Meant to post this yesterday but life got in the way, BUT it gave more time to come up with an ending for this chapter.
Any ideas for what should happen next or later in the story? Let me know!
Blessings yall!
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