Sweet Revenge [In progress] ©

Chapter 2

Through the door, I stepped, and what I saw could not be described in words. People moved around, getting costumes to the right people. A haughty-looking guy was there, sitting in the chair, leg propped over the other leg. When he stood up, he was tall.

A woman approached me in a blue suit and heels. She had a face full of makeup, and she said, "What are you doing here?" She seemed in charge of things.

I replied, "Rosana Baxter, here with Fredrick Baxter..." and pointed to the first door I had entered. She looked at Fred, my dad, and said, "Alright, but keep quiet. We are in the middle of filming. You would take over after me... When I leave"

And just goes to the artist, I assume, and said something that made him look my way and nod. We took a seat while they filmed... A music video scene. "Nervous," he whispered, softly.

"A bit," I admitted to him.

I could hear the music in the background as the artist sang. Lip-syncing most of the song, drawing us in. Mesmerizing us with his voice, as the camera moved around the space. The song came to an abrupt stop, and I shook myself as if I was woken up from a trance.

Grabbing a towel, I went over to the set where he stood and offered it to him. He seized it and wiped the sweat from his brow.

And said, "Thanks,"

Didn't even say his name. Just a simple thank you. "Dylan Im, this is Rosana Baxter," the woman in the blue suit said and then added, "You aren't related to Fred, are you?"

"Uh... No, I am not related to Mr. Baxter," I replied. She started explaining as soon as the words left my mouth.

It was noon, and the woman left me next to Dylan, who rested his head on his hand, staring straight ahead. I waited for him to speak, but he uttered nothing. Not a word was out of his mouth.

The silence ushered me to a nap. "Let's go," he said, poking me in the shoulder. My eyes opened, and I stared at him, shocked. How long was I out?

"You slept for 5 hours... and the shoot is done. Check the schedule, and follow me," he said, walking away, leaving me to wonder what was next. I was content that I am not in the studio anymore. The presence of Dylan had left me breathless.

He took wider steps than I did, so catching up to him was a little difficult. The car was parked right outside the studio, all white and shiny. Dylan didn't wait for me to get in.

I assumed he wanted me to get in and drive him? My awkward laugh helped a little, either. Not all helped. The keys deposited in my hand... heavy... It is not light.

I got into the car, inserted the key, prayed to God, and drove. Bumpy as it was, my heart beat faster than the bumps. Dylan held onto the door awhile until I arrived at the location. The only problem being, parking... The scratch marks on the side were visible in the afternoon light. I got out of the car. He was already inside studio AB, when I got there.

Wow! A chandelier swung slightly back and forth, illuminating the studio's interior. Dylan scoffs and mumbles something I couldn't hear. I follow him, not wanting to be left behind.

We were finally led by someone managing this studio. A star stuck to the door, bore his name, 'Im Dylan' in bold letters. As soon as we were inside, I plunged my behind onto the tiny couch and sunk deep into it to catch my breath. Dylan's eyes bore into mine, a spark of anger in them. He said nothing, mostly because he was getting make-up done.

"Hey, you may not sleep on the couch," he said after the make-up crew finished.

Promptly, I sit up and look around the room. His costumes and accessories were neatly arranged on the shelves. It was quite a sight to see.

A few minutes later, they called his name, or rather, announced it. He asked me to wait here. I totally forget about that 'snake', trying to keep him near me. On screen, I could see his face, completely different from the one i just witnessed.

The song started, and I got immersed in it, until the very end. A knock took me out of the tiny trance I was in. Smugly, he enters, takes a quick glance at me and sits on the couch next to me.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, eyes closed, and arms spread wide, legs crossed.