Chapter 1
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm. I slammed my hand down on the reset button and slid out of bed. I threw on a black striped shirt, jeans, and my signature item, black converse sneakers. Then I grabbed my advanced acting binder and leather jacket.
When I got out of the building the cold wind whipped against my face and I started the 6 black trek to New York University. Along the way I stopped at a coffee shop to get a muffin. When I opened the door I was greeted by the smell of chocolate, and no one but, Andrew.
"Hey! Ali, right?" he practically yelled over the crowd of caffeine crazed people. When he noticed them staring he walked over to me and in a, luckily, softer voice he said, "Do you want to come sit with me?"
"Um...ok." I stuttered and immediately kicked myself. Is that all I could say to this guy?
"What brings you here?" he asked as after I got my coffee.
"Well, I got bored along the way to my advanced acting class." I answered, sitting in an empty chair at a table for two.
"No way, do you take the advanced acting call at NYU?" Andrew asked surprised.
"Yeah, I also take Algebra 3 and Economics."
"That's weird." He said with a puzzled expression.
"What?"
"I take all those classes too..."
"It's like fate." We both said at the same time. It was unexplainable. Like Andrew and I had some unknown connection. Little did I know that this connection had created an immense awkward silence between us.
"We should get going." He suggested.
"Yeah." I replied. I took my coffee and headed for the door, which he opened for me. It was so annoying. Doesn't he know that I have no place in my life for a guy? We walked to class and since we were the last to arrive, our teacher assigned us to sit together. We were given a project to mash our deepest and darkest fears into a horror movie, with one exception. There is no blood. Andrew rubbed his hands deviously. I would have done the same thing but I hardly knew the guy and didn't want to scare him.
Then we were sent to collaborate in our separate corners of the room. Normally I would have worked with Rosemary, my best friend, but I was stuck with Andrew. Which I soon found out wasn't that bad. As we walked toward our designated corner he made a square with his hands and focused it on me.
"I'm looking at a star here. "He said dramatically causing me to giggle.
"Whatever, let's get to work." I said smiling. For the next two hours we poured our feelings into a dark script which we planned of filing over the weekend at his house. I was looking forward to a movie where I faced my fears. I mean, how else am I supposed to overcome them?
The next morning headed over to dorm room 3B with my camera, laptop, and script. Andrew opened the door just as I knocked. He let me into the dorm and I took in a world of rock posters, vintage sofas, and papers, everywhere.
"Sorry, it's a little messy." He stuttered.
"A little messy? I love it!" I exclaimed while gesturing to the myriad of black and white photos of film stars on the fridge.
"Cool." He said with a shy smile.
"I think we should film the movie in Central Park." I changed the topics. Also, Central Park was the perfect place for a delusional girl to get lost and hang herself.
"Wonderful. Did you get the script I emailed you?"
"Yeah."
"We should get going then." He said starting to walk toward the door. I didn't really want to leave. I wanted to stay in Andrew's awesome dorm room. I wanted to absorb all the details, memorize every poster on the wall, but we had to leave. So I headed toward the door that he held open for me, just like always. That was our schedule for the next three weeks. Either I came to his dorm or he came to mine, we walked to Central Park, stopped at our coffee shop alone the way, then when we got to the part we set up our equipment, and finally started filming. At the end of the twenty-first day Andrew and I watched our film. We had shot it in black and white to give it an early nineteenth century feel. I was wearing a torn white dress when I appeared on the screen. I must admit that our movie was pretty good considering the fact that we were only eighteen.
