Minor Setbacks

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"I'm wanted and on the run, so I'm taking this moment to live in the future. Release me from the present. I'm obsessing with all these questions and why I'm in denial that they tried the suicidal session. Please use discretion when you're messing with the message, man. These lyrics aren't for everyone, only if you understand."

--

I slept the entire plane ride, and woke up when the PA said the plane was landing. I stayed at a hotel nearby and went to the studio where they record on perfect timing at 5:00. I went to the makeup designer, who was the same person who did my makeup at the convention. Instead of a zombie look, I had some dirt and blood on my face, since I was playing the role of a survivor. It didn't take an hour this time. It only took twenty minutes.

"Please close your eyes." The designer said, ready to smear more makeup on my eyes. I closed my eyes, following the order, as she began to brush the makeup, latex, and fake blood onto my eyelids.

I heard approaching footsteps. "There was a script change, so I'll just swap these..." The voice said, taking the script from my hands and replacing it with another.

"You'll be on set a bit more than in the old script." The voice said.

I still didn't know who it was, so I was urged to ask.

The designer had acted like the other person wasn't even there.

"Practice starts in a half an hour. See you there." He said.

"Wait, who are you? I can't really see anything at all right now." I let out a small chuckle that was inaudible underneath my breath.

I realized he left by then, so I sighed simply as the designer said I can open my eyes.

"You'd better set off to practice then. To be on time is to be late, here." The designer said.

I simply nodded and walked towards the door. I heard the voice that gave me the new script talking to the director.

"You gave it to her, right?" The director asked.

The 'voice' nodded with a whisper. "Yeah."

The voice happened to be Chandler, my all time favorite actor.

I walked over to introduce myself, because I'd be on set a while, and it'd be nice for Chandler to know my name, if he were the one to shoot me in the show.

"Hi--" I said, interrupting Chandler. The director had a surprised look on his face.

"Hi Aryl!" Chandler smiled. "I gave you your script before..." He said.

I nodded. "Kinda supposed that."

"Filling starts in five." The director said, walking away.

"I thought I should be the one to deliver your new script." Chandler said smiling.

"Thanks, but what's the difference from anyone else giving it to me?" I asked kindly.

"You haven't looked at the changes yet, have you?" Chandler sighed. "You're not an extra anymore, Aryl. Instead of getting shot by me, I decided to let you go and we bump paths again in the next episode. Then the kissing scene, and then finally you join the group after the attack or whatever." Chandler shrugged.

"Kissing scene?" I said after a silence of swallowing what he had to say.

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Kisses on series mean nothing towards the relationship of the person cause it means nothing unless you make it mean something." Chandler said. "We have five minutes. I mean, we can practice that scene if you want." He said in a friendly way.

Me, being an idiot, didn't respond so Chandler simply put his right hand to my cheek and kissed me, gently and softly before pulling away. I didn't know what I was doing.

I really really liked Chandler. But I really really liked Tyler. I'm single and I've been kissed by two different people in the past twelve hours.

--

We filmed some parts of the series until we reached the kissing scene once again, but we were filming this time.

In the scene, me and Chandler hid inside a hollow log from a fallen tree, to hide from the zombies trying to kill us.

Inside the log, I got the privilege to make out with Chandler for a minute.

One entire minute.

Then I wouldn't be back on the show for a season, for suspense, so I was done filming for a while.

--

"Hey, Aryl, wanna go to that cool place with me for dinner?" Chandler asked me after filming.

"As a date?" I responded. After hours of filming, we got friendlier than me not being able to speak near him.

"Yeah." Chandler shrugged.

"I don't know, Chandler, I kind of have a boyfriend back home?"