11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

One

The sound of lights and quick footsteps echo around the set. People rush from every direction, pushing and shoving their way past me. Someone's shoulder knocks into me and they drop their stack of papers on the floor.
"Watch where you're going." They say harshly whilst gathering their papers.
We make eye contact for a few seconds and I get a good look at him: he's cute, brown eyes, dark curly hair, totally my type.
He gets up and jogs away, leaving me lost in a crowd of narcissistic actors and busy backstage crew.
An intercom rings out and the room goes quiet, "Bonnie Thompson to Set 8. That's Bonnie Thompson to Set 8, please."
Perfect, time to get even more lost.
I navigate myself through burning eyes and eventually see the sign reading 'Set 8: Jessie'.
Gingerly, I push open the door and sneak inside, even though I have no reason to sneak.
"Bonnie! Welcome to Jessie! I'm Pamela, the producer, and this is Bob, the director. Your co-workers are just over there." Pamela directs me to the people I will be working with for the next year or so.
Saying I'm nervous to meet them would be an understatement.
I walk towards them and they all turn their heads at the same time. Instantly, I feel intimidated.
"Hey, you must be Bonnie. I'm Debby, nice to meet you!" A woman with amazing red hair beams and shakes my hand.
Grinning, a young girl with big eyes speaks, "I'm Skai. You're so pretty!"
"Thank you." I blush, I'm never good with compliments.
"Karan," a boy, around my age, shakes my hand and smiles, "this is Peyton. She's just talking to her boyfriend."
Peyton smiles and waves at me as she chats to her boyfriend on the phone.
"And this is Cameron." Skai tells me, pointing to a boy sitting in a chair with his back to everyone, "He's not the best with introductions...or people."
He turns around at the sound of his name and stares at me.
It's the same guy who knocked into me earlier.
I smirk, he recognizes me, "Nice to see you again, Cameron."
"Hi, Bonnie." He says in a tired tone.
"Good luck with him." Debby whispers as she exits with everyone else.
I stand next to Cameron, rocking on my feet, until I decide to speak up, "So, whatcha looking at?" I peer over his shoulder at his phone. He's scrolling through pictures of a girl.
In lightning speed, he shuts off his phone and shoves it into his pocket, "Nothing. Leave me alone, please."
Frowning, I nod and head to my dressing room to study my script reading for filming.
@BonnieThompsonOfficial: So excited to get started on the Jessie set! Get ready for Chloe Chesterfield guys!!
I send out a tweet before putting down my script and leaving to find out whether we start filming today or not.
"You lost again?" Someone asks from behind.
I'm standing half way into a corridor full of different rooms, "Yeah, I have no clue where I am." I turn around to face Cameron, headphones finally out and his phone tucked in his back pocket, "Can you take me to the director?"
"Follow me."
I let him lead me to Bob and try to memorize the different routes and room numbers for later on in my time here.
Cameron knocks on the office door and Bob answers.
"Are we filming today or not?" I ask him.
He shakes his head, "Filming starts next week. I suggest you read your scripts top to bottom and make sure you have everything learnt. You all have four days."
I start to walk away when Bob stops me "Hold on! Bonnie, get to know everyone. And try to get Mr Boyce here back to normal. He's in a constant slump nowadays!"
Cameron pulls up his hood and runs back to his dressing room, hiding his face the whole way.
Weird.
Nobody takes any notice to him either. This must just be his personality.
Curious to know more about him, I peek through the gap in his door and watch him collapse on the couch. I start to back away when I hear him sob and tear something in half.
It's in this moment that I decide that I didn't move 7500 miles from home to be an actress, I moved 7500 miles to become Sherlock Holmes.