Snow Business

Chapter 4: (Hunter)- The "Welcome To Apache" Commitee Isn't So Welcoming

Chapter 4: (Hunter)- The "Welcome To Apache" Commitee Isn't So Welcoming

I hope you enjoy the new chapter! There's a photo of Hunter on the side :)

Ellie :)xx

 

My manager, Don pulled the small rental car into a spot in the big, open parking lot just below a mountain covered in snow. A big building that looked like an oversized log cabin that had been painted red, stood at the bottom of the mountain. The people on the mountain were making lazy turns on their skis, and a few were flying down the mountain at top speed. I even witnessed one kid who was wearing a bright green jacket fly off the trail. I slumped down in my seat even further than I already had been, looked out the window, and assumed the usual “I couldn’t give less of a fuck” look.

“Hunter, we’re here,” Don said drearily.

“No way!” I exclaimed in the most sarcastic tone I could muster. “I thought this was your girlfriend’s house.”

Don rolled his eyes. “She is not my girlfriend, Hunter,” he insisted. “We just have drinks together every once in a while.”

I refused to answer him. I didn’t want to be here. I had been forced into taking these lessons in a sport that I didn’t even want to learn for a movie that I didn’t even want to be in.

“It’s almost four, Hunter. We need to get going.”

“Don, I’ve told you at least ten times since we got into this car, I. Do. Not. Want. To. Do. This. Movie.”

“Well, if you’d like to have a future in this business, I suggest you change your mind pretty quickly. We’re lucky that I could even get you this role after the way you acted during World War Musical.”

I almost barfed just thinking about that movie. I was so sick and tired of being in Disney movie after Disney movie where the plot is always the same. I wanted to do real acting.

“You promised me that this is the last one,” I warned him.

“And it will be. As long as you act cordially and politely, we can move away from this stuff. Make your performance in this mature, and people other than Disney will want to hire you.”

I eyed Don and searched for signs of weakness, or the twitch he got in his right eye when he lied. He looked sincere enough, so I sighed, and got out of the car.

As soon as I left the car, I regretted it. A cold gust of wind blew past and straight through my clothes, and I was instantly freezing. I gasped, as the wind hit my skin and froze me  in my spot.

“I told you it was going to be cold up here,” Don taunted me as he emerged from the car in a huge puffy jacket with a fur hood that made him resemble an eskimo who had been dressed by Alfie’s mum from A Christmas Story.

“Yeah, well at least I don’t look like an idiot,” I snapped, but I was starting to regret wearing only a leather jacket over a white v-neck.

I shivered a little as I began to walk up to the mountain, where a bunch of people were hobbling around in stupid looking boots. This is so not where I wanted to spend the next two months before filming.

“Hunter, we’re going this way,” Don called to me as he walked towards a pair of large, green doors that led into a building that must resemble Santa’s workshop. It looked as if Christmas had thrown up.

I groaned, to reinforce the fact that I did not want to be here, but followed him into the lodge, where I was greeted by a warm gust of air. The room we’d just entered was slightly breathtaking. It had a ceiling about twenty feet high and beautiful wood tables off to one side of the room. There were a group of couches situated right in the middle of the room, which overlooked the mountain. The large windows let in so much sun, that it was almost unnecessary to have lights inside. To the right of what must have been the dining area, there was a food court with a big, brick oven to make pizzas. There was stairs to the right and left of the doors that led led to a formal restaurant that overlooked the lodge downstairs, as well as the mountain. Just past the food court was a glass door that had a carved wooden sign that read “RENTALS” hanging above it.