The Detached Actor.

First Day On Set.

My name is Calista, I live in Georgia, southbound. Job title would appropriately be, cosmotoligist in training. But I've been offered a few jobs involving movie sets who need good pop up makeup artists, who happen to be in the area. One particular one popped up in Paris for a 17th century film, so I booked the first flight out there.
I'm only twenty two.
Don't have much family in Georgia. I live on my own for the most part, though I am far from home doing this film.
But when I read the manuscript for it and saw the characters picked for each role, I couldn't turn it down.
Plus, when am I going to get the chance to go to Paris again?
I'm coming into the film a little later because the original makeup artist quit on the spot. So there are some big names I'd be working with, but I found out I'm designated for one person on that lot.
Apparently he's quite the troublemaker, he's the reason the woman quit in the first place. Not sure what he did, but whatever it was, was enough for her to leave.
His name is Adrien Brody, he's forty one years of age, about 6'1" with long black hair and Hazel eyes. Quite the cutie, but I could see how he'd be caught up in something. Of course I'm going based off of the information that was sent to me as well, so we'll see how he is in person.
As I'm telling you all of this, I'm standing outside of the movie lot. Trying to get past the barrier set up outside the beautiful architectural building, I'm greeted by security and happily show my identification, where I'm promptly guided to the trailers outside.
A simple knock on the door, a few moments pause, and then there stands a woman before me. She had an angered expression on her face as she yelled something to who ever else was in the trailer.
My hopes for it to be Mr. Brody.
As the agitated woman left the trailer, I hear someone shout.
"Get in here already, this hair isn't gonna fix itself."
I step in already annoyed at how he's speaking to me, but it's a job, and a beautiful setting. So I won't ruin the moment too quickly.
Our eyes met, and my how adorable this man really is. His expression softened a bit and his voice got quiet.
"You must be the new girl. Hi, I'm Adrien." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I accepted. "I'm sorry for the rudeness, I thought they brought back that other girl. She really didn't know what she was doing." He laughed nervously, still holding my hand.
Laughing a bit he let's go. "Well, what were her problem areas? So I can work a little harder on it." I ask.
He blushes and smiles.
"This rats nest of a wig I'm wearing is hard to manage, and apparently the director wants me to be a little more pale for this." He laughed.
"Let's see what I can do with it."
I grab the tall man by his shoulders and sit him down in front of the mirror.
A bag that I carried in with me had all of my tools I would need in it. Out I pulled a rolling brush and a straightener, along with a curling iron to get the back pieces.
As I worked my magic on his hair, he watched me intently, about an hour passed and I had his whole head tamed perfectly.
The smile widened on his face.
"By golly she did it!" He touched his hair.
"Now, now, don't touch it. Still need to do your makeup." I swat at his hands.
He giggled, "Someone takes their job super seriously."
"That's how I got to where I am, isn't it?" I laughed while pulling out the white powder.
The director wants him pasty, I'll give em' pasty.
"So how long have you been doing this? You look super young." Adrien smirks.
I patted some powder on his face.
"I'm technically still in training, but I'm doing everything to get the practice I need."
"How old are you?"
"I'm twenty two sir."
"Ooo, she called me sir. You do that in the bedroom too?"
My face turned beet red. It was getting hot in this trailer, and I think it was just him.
While applying his makeup my hands started to shake a bit.
"Aw, am I making you nervous beautiful?" My heart stopped.
A knock on the trailer door snaps me back into reality. "Mr. Brody you're needed on set in five."
"We'll meet again my sweet." He pushed away the makeup brush and cupped my chin, with that, he was out the door.