Put Me in a Movie

Three

The buzzing of your phone wakes you up. It's still dark out when you wake up. You grab your phone and check to see who's calling you.

"What do you want, Stella? It's four o'clock in the morning," you grumbled.

"You promised me you wouldn't get drunk!"

"I didn't!" you lied.

"Don't lie to me. Miguel told me everything."

You search your mind for the festivities of the night. All you remember is drinking and then lying down on a lounge chair. The events after that seemed like a blur.

"What do you mean 'Miguel told you everything'?"

"Do you not remember?" Stella asked. When you didn't answer she continued, "Miguel saw that you were drunk and drove you home. You fell asleep in his car and you weren't waking up so he had to carry you up to your bed."

Oh my god. There's no way that your new boss had to carry you in your drunken state all the way up to your bedroom.

"How did he get into my house?" That was a genuine question that needed answering. Even though he was your new boss he was practically a stranger.

"I let him know where your spare key was," Stella said.

"Stella, you can't just let strangers know where a key to my house is. For all I know, he could be dangerous."

Stella didn't answer you. All she said was "I'll let you get some more sleep. You need to be at the table read by two in the afternoon," before she hung up without another word.

The second time you woke up was at ten o'clock in the morning. You were a bit more rested but your head was killing you. You took some Advil and ate a carb-heavy breakfast. You liked cooking. It brought you peace of mind in the morning before a stressful day. 

The drive to the studio was nerve-wracking. You were sweating even though the air conditioning was on full blast. You felt like you already messed up your first impression with the director. Did Miguel think that you were some spoiled brat that couldn't handle her liquor? Well, you guess you'll just have to find out.

The table read was held in a large conference room. There was a long table in the middle of the room with enough chairs for a small army. There were a few people in the room. A man about five foot ten with brown hair and hazel eyes. He seemed pretty friendly and welcoming so you decided to approach him.

He welcomed you with a warm smile and a handshake. "I'm Peter B. Parker. I'm playing James, the American soldier your character falls in love with. I'm a huge fan."

The two of you talked for quite some time as more people filled the room. Most of the cast and crew came up to introduce themselves to you. You met a few producers and a few minors and supporting characters, the writers of the script, a few heads of departments, and studio executives. The only person that didn't come up and introduce themself to you was a girl about two or three years younger than you. By no means did anyone have to come up to you and introduce themself to you, but her vibe felt sort of off. She was standing in the corner of the room glaring at you. It took you a few glances to finally make out what she looked like.

She was tall, about a whole foot taller than you. She had fiery red hair and a wildly beautiful face. It was unnatural how beautiful she was. You recognized her as Tasia Wells, the daughter of actress Florence Wells and director William Wells. Tasia started off her career as a runway model but she soon realized that acting is where she could make a mark. She was a pretty new actress having only acted in two films so far. But from what you'd seen she wasn't half bad.