September, 2000
"Guys, five minutes and we're on," the assistant said to the four men on the set. They were going to be interviewed for international television, where they were going to talk about "Black and Blue", the album they were going to release in November of that year.
"Hey, where's Kevin?" asked Nick, looking around, not seeing the eldest of the band.
"He was here a minute ago, where did he go?" said Brian, also looking around for his cousin.
"No idea, man," said AJ. "He'll be back soon. Look, here he comes."
Kevin quickly advanced toward his bandmates. So fast that he accidentally bumped into a cameraman's assistant, causing laughter among the other four. Kevin apologized and walked over to his bandmates.
"Excuse me, guys. I got a little delayed in the dressing room."
"And you almost ran over that poor guy," Howie commented with a smirk.
That's why the nickname 'Train' fits you so well." laughed Nick patting Kevin on the shoulder.
Kevin was about to respond, but the show producer asked them to go to their positions to start the show.
A while later, Kevin was in his hotel room, lying on the bed. They had gone to New York to do the interview, and tomorrow they would be back home; in his case, to Los Angeles. He got out of bed and picked up the phone. He dialed the number and held the phone close to his ear, waiting for his girlfriend to pick it up.
"Hi, babe." a female voice came on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, Soph." Kevin smiled "How are you?"
"Fine....but I miss you.... How did the interview go?"
"Pretty good, actually."
"When are you coming home?" asked Sophia.
" Tomorrow...at about 4:00 p.m." he paused "I really want to see you..."
"Me too, my love...I can't wait until tomorrow..."
They stayed a few more minutes talking, until they finally said goodbye and hung up. Kevin threw himself back on the bed, thinking about what he was going to do all day.
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"And cut!" shouted the director "All right, people. That's good for today. Go home and get some rest. See y'all tomorrow!"
Catherine sighed in relief. This day had been a long one for her, and she was glad it was over. She ran quickly to her dressing room, willing to change clothes and remove her makeup. She was working on a thriller film set in the 1920s, where she played a Russian woman named Maria, who apparently was just another cabaret performer, but the truth was that she was a criminal who murdered the customers who tried to abuse her or any of her colleagues. She was a kind of anti-heroine. Catherine had worked hard to prepare for this role. She had even had to take classes to learn how to speak with a Russian accent.
When she opened the door to her dressing room, there were two women inside, talking. One of them, a tall, red-haired, dark-eyed woman with a belly of a three-month pregnant woman, was none other than her sister Greta. Greta had studied law at college and spent a couple of years working in a notary's office, but she had been working with her sister as an assistant for some time now. Although she was not interested in acting, she liked the world of acting. That's why she decided to quit her previous job and start working with her sister.
The other was a woman a little younger than Catherine and Greta, not too tall, quite tattooed, with dark curly hair and slightly tanned skin. Her name was Valeria, and she was a makeup artist. She and Catherine had met three years ago, when they were both working in a rom-com. They hit it off immediately and had been working together ever since. Catherine, Greta and Valeria called themselves "Charlie's Angels", since they were three and went everywhere together.
Catherine took off the stilettos she was wearing and fell into one of the dressing room chairs.
"Tired, huh?" said Valeria with a smirk as she approached her.
" You betcha. I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight. Can you help me with the wig, please?"
Valeria approached Catherine from behind and carefully removed her wig, placing it on a mannequin that was specifically for that use. She had to wear it since the hair her character was supposed to have was straight and short in a bob style, and her real hair was rather semi-long, layered and curly. She also removed her makeup, which consisted of a lot of eye shadow (which contrasted nicely with her blue eyes) and red lipstick. She removed the black dress and stockings that her character was wearing and put on a beige sleeveless sweater, blue jeans and beige wedges.
The three of them stood for a while talking casually in the dressing room. Catherine was so relaxed that she didn't notice that it was 3:15 in the afternoon. As soon as she found out, she quickly got up and grabbed her purse. She kissed her sister and her friend on the forehead as a goodbye and left. She looked for her car keys as she made her way to the parking lot. Once there, she got into the car and started it quickly. Then she drove away from the filming studio at the same speed.
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