And They Told Me I Couldn't Act

TAKE 30

AS EXPECTED OF Harry Wolfe, I barely see him over the next two weeks. He went on press tours, everyone wanted a piece of him. I watch him on interview after interview. As I was involved in the music video I came up in most of the questions. A way to pry into his private life.

After two weeks, we're booked together for our first Jimmy Falon interview. As it was my 'first' public interview, there was a clamour of designers - not anyone big like Versace, but big enough that I couldn't help but squeal that they'd want to dress me.

I'm wearing a two-piece fit from Max Mara. A blazer with nothing underneath save for a nipple sticker and tape plastered beneath so it won't reveal anything even by accident to the live audience and cameras, and a fit and flare auburn pants. The fit looks sexy but chic.

I twirl a little in delight.

Priscilla enters and I see her in the mirror. She smiles, a bit amused by me. "I see we're enjoying ourselves."

I wink in return.

"You're live in ten," Priscilla says. "Now remember - no answering questions about the start of your relationship, focus solely on the music video. You are also not given clearance to talk much about Vanity High. I'm sure Elliot has something planned for it. You can mention however that you've just finished filming."

I groan, "There's so much I'm not supposed to talk about."

Priscilla shrugs, "Just give it till they finish the edits for the show."

I roll my eyes. "So what can I talk about?"

"Your current relationship, what it's like working together, and how you feel with him and that you were cast for Vanity High. Jimmy's got a good reputation, he's not likely to pry however remember not to reveal anything by accident."

I nod, "Do we do any PDA?"

"If there's a moment for it - Yes." Priscilla answers.

We hear the end of the musical game Harry Wolfe's playing with Jimmy Fallon. We hear Jimmy call for a break. Before Priscilla can say anything. I'm already out of my dressing room watching three men follow Harry off the stage.

Our eyes meet.

And as cliche as it is, Harry begins making his way over to me. He swoops me up in a hug. He's sweaty, I wonder if it's the stage lights or the game. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he just holds me for a bit then over the noise of the men clicking him to go back to his dressing room, he pulls apart.

Harry's smiles looking at me with eyes that feel full of conviction, he kisses me lightly, a parting kiss you'd see from two lovers before detangling himself fully and moving towards the dressing room. 

He's so convincing now. 

A brief show.

But one that makes me full of agony I can't begin to describe, my lips burn with the lingering effect of his kiss. I'm beginning to doubt I truly know how to act when Harry's convinced me he's perfectly capable of it. 

Maybe I'm his latest accessory to his design, a minor tweak to go along with his personality on screen. Is it that easy for musicians too? A change of attire? False tears, false laughter and a false lover?

The burning jealousy floods me now, the only genuine relationship is one I know almost nothing about? What does Harry Wolfe look like when he's in love?

It's funny. I fill in his story with her in large mishappen crayons hoping it's the truth but no matter how hard you press a cheap crayon, there's always bits of white on the paper. Spots I won't be able to fill in no matter how hard I pressed.