Seriously Sarah?

Prologue

It was five in the evening. The director shouted, PACK UP!!

'God, it's soo hot today!' thought David Becker, as he walked back lazily to his vanity van. It had been a long day, he had reached the sets at four in the morning. Today, was the last day of the shoot. He had finally completed the shooting for his new film, Crazy, Stupid Love!

What a hectic and crazy schedule, it had been.... Thank god, we completed filming the movie on time. The producer was biting our heads off, thought David. He got inside his van, opened the fridge, took out a can of coke and slumped back to the sofa. He was supposed to head back to his hotel two hours ago, but the director.... well he made David give a retake 21 times. He just had to say goodbye to his on-screen ladylove, smiling and holding her in his arms. David, gave the perfect shot in the second retake, but the director thought otherwise.

(no, no, no, Dave!! not like that! smile a little, don't show your teeth, hold her tightly in your arms, kiss her on the forehead, look a little sad, yes, yes... hmm.. like that... walk slowly away from her... ohh, there's a fly on your face! CUT!!! we have to reshoot now!)

Oh what a jerk! smirked David.

David was lounging back in his sofa, sipping coke, when suddenly his phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked at it...

"Norah!", David muttered. Norah was David's manager, she managed his shooting schedules, his appointments with directors and producers, and his media interactions and press conferences. So, basically, Norah was David's 'Woman Friday'.

What would i do without her? mused David.

"hi, sunshine... wassup?", David answered her call, tiredly.

"where are you? Do you know what time is it? I've been trying to get to you for about an hour.... why didn't you pick up your phone? what do you think i am, mister? Your servant?", Norah barked into the phone.

David distanced the mobile from his ear. Norah was getting married to her childhood sweetheart in two month's time, and so she was basically a nervous wreck now-a-days and was pretty cranky.

But that doesn't mean, she gets to shout on me without a reason.... i didn't go sight-seeing, i was working here, for God's sake! thought David, totally irritated now.

Oh why is it so hot in here?.... David picked up the remote and lowered the temperature on air-con.

"I was shooting Norah!", David replied curtly, "sorry I'll be late!".

"you cannot afford to be late, Dave! let me remind you, you had 'the interview' scheduled today at three p.m. The journalist is already here, been waiting for three hours, now! And then you have to go to that award's night as well...", snapped Norah, "you better get your ass here, fast!".

Oh shit, how can i forget about THE interview...!! shit, shit, shit... David got up on his feet instantly.

"oh, i totally forgot Norah...! Please apologise to him/her on my behalf.. i'll be there in half an hour", David said, gathering his stuff and signalling his driver to get his car ready.

"It's a 'she' by the way... and from the looks of it, i guess she is pretty pissed off...!", Norah added, "be ready for full-fledged attack of questions, Mr. Superstar!".

"well, she has to wait! She gets paid for it... it's her job!", replied David indifferently, "now will you please, cut the call! you are making me late!".

David half-jogged, half-walked to his car, a Lamborghini Aventador. The driver had already opened the door for him.

"to the hotel, Peter!", commanded David, as he sat inside.

The car drove out of the studios, onto the road... hundreds of his fans were waiting outside, just to catch a glimpse of their favorite movie-star.

David waved to them and smiled, his eyes lighting up. Then he recoiled back on the seat, and closed is eyes.

It's going to be a long day! David sighed.