Star Treatment | Alex turner

7

Shooting Day

It was the morning of the 6th of April, and Cori stood there, in the Airbnb, surrounded by producers, make-up artists, costume designers, cameramen, and many more.

She sat in the classic movie set chair, the hairdresser behind her. "You have such nice hair!" she gushed, running her hand through Cori's hair for the millionth time today. She was already done with the make-up, and she was dressed up. If you can call it that.

She was wearing a black bathing suit that tightly clung to her body, with little gold accents on the straps and between her boobs.

"Cori darling!" Matt announced himself, walking straight to her. "Hey" she smiled at him.
"How's it going?" he asked, pulling a chair to sit opposite her. "So far so good I would say." she shrugged.

"Great! Filming starts in half an hour" and as quick as he was there, he was away again.

"He's so hot, isn't he?" The hairdresser gushed.

The shoot began with her going into the pool.

"Merde! It's bloody freezing!" she yelled. "Go on!" the producer said, urging her almost. Cori sighed and was submerged in the pool.

She felt like swimming in the Antarctic ocean. "Is the pool arctic monkeys themed? I feel like freezing to death!" she shivered, trying to lighten to mood. "Now swim to the edge and go head under, fingers on the brim and push yourself up. And don't look that miserable!" the producer yelled again.

"Jeez" she sighed, but did it nonetheless.

The next few scenes around the pool went smoothly, especially the part where she could finally leave the freezing cold pool.

The next shock was when to producer said that she should lose the bathing suit.

"Excuse me?" she gasped, her towel tightly around her. "Are we shooting a porn that I'm not aware of?" she continued, losing her patience with this man by the second.

"No but the script says it, so go on, you're getting paid for it. Don't be such a fucking prude!" he shouted.

Alex and Miles, who just entered the set, noticed the shouting match when Cori yelled. "Oh I'll give you fucking prude, messieurs! Comment oses-tu puto? Jamais de ma vie je n'ai rencontré un homme aussi grossier et dégoûtant que toi!"

Alex and Miles's steps quickened until they were in the bathroom. Cori's face was beet red, and she was pacing around the room, mumbling french profanities to herself.

"What's going on here?" Miles shouted and all heads turned toward the two.

"They want me to undress and show my boobs to the camera! Can you believe it!" she spat, glaring at the producer. "You said the top, Alex, not completely!" she looked at Alex for help.

"What the fuck, Paul? I said the top! And not the front, just her back!" He said, pulling the angry French woman toward him.

"My bad" Paul said and stepped behind the camera. "Thank you, Al" she said and squeezed his hand, walking toward the shower. She pulled the top down so it pooled around her waist and gave a thump up behind her back, signaling she was ready.

"And shoot!"

It was already dark. They shot the whole day, and Cori was exhausted. "Last scene everybody!" Paul shouted and the crew moved their surf to the bedroom.

"Here ya go, love" Alex pressed a cup of coffee into Cori's hands. "Thank God! I'm dead" she laughed, dramatically letting her head fall onto Alex's shoulder. He chuckled and petted her head soothingly. "Almost done" he whispered to her.

Cori was directed to sit on the bed. "Just move a little, look like you're exhausted" Paul absently said, flipping through the script. "Oh I don't have to play that" she said and sat down, in the middle of the bed and the cameras rolled again.

"Mate, can I ask you something?" Miles snapped Alex out of his trance. He was watching Cori on the bed, who rubbed her legs, let her fingers run through her hair and stretch.

"Yeah. Sure. Of course, what is it?" he stuttered, following Miles out of the room. Miles led Alex outside, to the table next to the pool.

"Is there a chance that you have a crush on Cori? You've been staring at her the whole bloody day, mate. And I know you and know the look you give her" Miles said, looking serious.

"No, what? There's nothing" Alex instantly answered. If he would have listened to his heart that second, he would have said yes. Maybe a little spark has flown yesterday night. The way she comforted him. The way she did his hair. The way they understood each other.

But his brain said no. No, he wasn't interested in Coralie Desormeaux. He didn't like how she did her hair, how she carried herself, or the way she dressed herself. She didn't like her. She would be gone in two days and they would never see each other again.

"If you say so mate, but your eyes tell a different story" Was all that Miles said before he left Alex sitting in the garden.

Was he really into Coralie?