Kisses in The Rain

Kisses in The Rain (Chapter One)

"And cut! That scene is a wrap people!" The director hollers through his cone, of which I call it due to the fact that it's tied on a string and always around his neck.
"And you, go help the main character get ready in any way possible." He has a bitter tongue when he speaks to me, but that's me, the low life $8.50 an hour to take care of little bratty girls that in reality are like in their mid 20's and are perfectly capable of handling themselves.
"Oh and Alex." He sounds as if he has a warm caring expression but I bet you he is going to say something about the fact that she is a brat and take good care of her or something.
"Yes?" I turn to look and see he has a sympathetic smile on him. For once I think he is going to apologize about how cruel he is to me, or how the cast needs my wonderful acting skills, and he will apologize for how he puts me in the categorized work of the intern, then give me an actual part in the film
"Take good care of her." He smirks.
Called it, and I thought he had a heart.
The movie: Couldn't get any better, directed by the famous John Paul with the star of Angela Rose the up most white as white can get. She gets the Starbucks frappe and has the little dog in her purse, which looks more like a thrown around slobbered on, starved chihuahua if you ask me. It's also the most vicious thing that has ever existed. She will never forget to bring that stupid rat doll in her four million dollar purse, which surprises me because that thing pee's everywhere. That would be hilarious, go to get out some make up and she smears dog pee all over her precious little face that her daddy paid so much to get it fixed. She doesn't deserve the part. I'm not being selfish, but because she wanted it, her daddy paid a lot of pretty pennies to get the director to allow it. She is also getting paid a lot, so if by chance you ever go through her purse to find that name brand lipstick she wants and find a wad of hundreds don't be surprised to find out she also has fake boobies. I'm not a stalker I promise, it's just being her personal "slave" opens a lot of different facts about her that Gossip Girl Magazine doesn't put in. Okay yeah maybe I did my research but that doesn't mean I'm a stalker.
I enter the door of her specifically assigned dressing room.
"You're late." I can just feel the anger of her voice crawl against the nape of my neck.
"I had to talk with John." I say as I set my bag down and start to brew the coffee, that bitter coffee that would turn your soul into a dark hollow pit of sour.
"I don't care if you had to talk with the U.S. President, you come on time! You got that?" I hit the start button.
"You do know I was like literally one minute late." I go into the fridge and grab the lemon for her lemon water she will want after her coffee.
"Ugh, why are you such a sassy child? If you were mine, you'd have a nice hand print on your face for that attitude." I huff a breath. "Well sorry I can't be nice, but just think, you get what you give." She gives me a horrid face and gasps. "You just can't treat me like that, I'm Angela Rose, the star of the movie." She keeps flattering herself, I'm so done. "Yeah and I'm Alex Harper, the $8.50 hourly paid adult who just so happens to not like being treated like crap, so I think if you dish out sour milk, I'm going to dish it right back." I say to her as I dump all the ice water on her head.

Well crap