WEDNESDAY || JULY 7th || 2021
[4 weeks before the incident]
Lizzie Olsen's POV ~
The first week on set carried an air of anxiety-riddled excitement, the buzz of activity, the jumble of voices, and the seamless coordination of Greta Gerwig's crew being both familiar and comforting. As Lizzie's third day of filming began, she found herself nestled within the confines of the hair and makeup trailer, getting her makeup done as she diligently poured over the script for what seemed like the millionth time. Flipping a page, her gaze drifted over the lines where her character, Chelsea, confronts her younger self, prompting thoughts of her pint-sized co-star once more.
Elsie, the nine-year-old prodigy cast as young Chelsea, had already been on set for two weeks before Lizzie arrived. The cast and crew spoke of her in hushed tones of admiration, and Lizzie wasn't surprised. After all, Elsie was the most celebrated child actor of her generation, and her talent was undeniable.
In just two days of working together, Lizzie found herself already in awe of her young colleague. Yet, what captivated Lizzie most about her wasn't her remarkable acting, but rather her quiet, almost ethereal demeanour. Usually, children in the industry fit into the "theatre kids" stereotype: boisterous, self-assured, and occasionally egotistical, especially if they've tasted success like Elsie. However, the tiny movie-star appeared to be more withdrawn and contemplative, possessing a maturity beyond her years. There was something about her that drew Lizzie in, making her want to know more about the girl whom she shared a name and a face with.
Right on schedule, a soft knock echoed on the partially open trailer door, announcing the arrival of the young actress who had been occupying Lizzie's thoughts. Pausing at the threshold, the younger girl cautiously peered into the room and Lizzie met her gaze with a welcoming smile. "Hey, Elsie," she greeted, drawing the attention of the four members of the hair and makeup team who turned to see who had arrived.
Lizzie's makeup artist, Tricia, greeted the girl next. "Come on in, sweetheart! I've already lowered the seat for you."
Elsie nodded sheepishly. "Thank you," she murmured, stepping inside with a practiced grace that Lizzie had already come to associate with her. Her neat pink sundress, paired with a denim jacket, made her look as if she had just stepped out of a summer kids' clothing magazine.
"Hi," Elsie said softly, her big green eyes meeting Lizzie's watchful gaze. Her voice, as gentle as her demeanour, barely rose above a whisper. "How are you?"
Lizzie's smile widened, her heart melting a little at the sound. "I'm great! How are you?" she asked, her voice instinctively adopting a softer, more soothing tone to ease the nervousness she had noticed in the girl over the past few days.
"Good, thank you," Elsie replied politely, placing her tote bag gently on the ground before climbing into the oversized chair, her feet swinging slightly as they dangled above the floor.
"No Megan today?" Tricia interjected, voicing the unspoken question on Lizzie's mind, taking notice of the absence of an accompanying adult figure.
"She's here," Elsie replied, fiddling with her necklace, "She just had a call she had to take."
"No worries, darling," Jennifer, one of the hairstylists, called out as she approached Elsie, ready to get started on her hair. With practiced hands, she gently threaded her fingers through Elsie's thick strands, sharing details of Greta's vision for today's look.
Elsie's original dirty blonde hair had been dyed and cut to match Lizzie's and they were now sporting identical long brunette haircuts with matching bangs to top it off.
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