"let me hold it down, i'm so glad we found
it's whenever you like, make it feel good"- pop thieves, childish gambino
After over 20 hours of travel, I'm finally lying in my hotel bed in Morocco. I'm so stoked to be here; after a rough relationship and a hit movie, this is my chance to move on for good.
This is my dream job. After doing some small gigs in Hollywood, I landed my first big role in Royal, White and Blue as a production designer, handling all the character looks. And now I'm here again, with double the responsibilities.
The whole production team showed up today, 5 days early for the filming of Gladiator II. These are the craziest days, where we have to test all the costumes and makeup, make final tweaks and adjustments to get everything ready for filming to start.
I check the clock and see it's 6 PM. The trip here was long, but I'm thinking about when I'll get another chance to be in such an awesome place. So, I get ready and head to the nearest (and only) bar, which is probably going to be packed with the crew since today's our only day off and tomorrow we won't have a second to breathe.
GLADS FOR LIFE
sun
since I know you guys, I'll just ask
where'd you go for drinks?
spenc
aww
she knows us so well
i'll send you the location
it's a madhouse here
pete
can't wait to see all these guys in gladiator costumes
sun
pete this is work
pete
then it's the work I asked the gods for
who can say they work with pedro pascal and paul mescal half naked?
spenc
he's got a point
sun
i'll be there in 10 minutes
After a few drinks and some gossip, I'm heading back to my hotel room when I spot Paul Mescal surrounded by suitcases, trying to open the door to the room next door, with no luck.
"Hey, I'm Summer. Sorry to butt in, but do you wanna call the front desk from my room?"
"Hi, I'm Paul. If it's not too much trouble, I'd really appreciate it," he replies with an Irish accent.
After helping him get into his room, he comes by my door.
"Thanks a lot for your help. I just arrived and it was a long trip!" he says from the hallway.
"Neighbors help each other out," I reply with a playful tone.
"If you're my neighbor, that means you're part of the film. Can I ask what you do?"
"I'm a production designer; I handle character looks."
"Wow, so I'll see you on set?" He looks at me with those blue eyes and smiles.
"Probably more than you'd like," I laugh.
"I doubt that, but for now, I'll let you rest. Bye and see you around." He smiles and starts to walk away. I say goodbye and close the door.
I go into my room, grab my stuff to shower, and can't stop thinking about that encounter.
How lucky am I to be Paul Mescal's neighbor for 3 weeks?
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between hearts | paul mescal
Fanfictioncause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy? paul mescal x fem!