Behind the Screen (Rosa x Curtis)

Pokestar Studios!

 Nothing could describe how truly amazing it was to see this place with my own eyes. The place was crowded, packed with tourists, people that work here, people making movies, and the occasional tour guide. I took everything in, making sure not to miss a thing. Right ahead of me, was a for was path, in the middle a large palm tree. To my left was two big shoes sheds, which I had assumed would have had to be used to store equipment for the movies. In front of it was like a caravan park, packed with actors from all over the world that came here for a movie. Before I could actually look at anything else, Tim took a sharp turn towards the caravans. Fluffy and I squeezed through the crowds to catch up to our oblivious bodyguard, who hadn't even realised we weren't behind him. Once we had caught up to him, he had stopped in front of a little caravan. 

"This will be yours." He says simply.

He looks at the watch on his wrist, and furrows his brow.

"You will have an hour to unpack. Be ready for the audition when I come." With that, he walked away.

Fluffy and I both stare at the caravan. It was at the very far side, where the crowd had thinned out, with only the occasional visitor passing by. Fluffy walked up to the pipe that was connected to the gutter. With Fluffy's weak kick, the gutter and pipe came crashing down.

"It's alright love." Said an old lady sitting on a rocking chair in front of the caravan next to us. "Happens all 'da time." She said with an odd accent.

I nodded at her with embarrassment. The first conversation with my neighbour being about my Pokemon kicking down our pipe. Her grey hair sits in a messy bun on top of her head, and she sits in her chair with a hunch, wearing a long pink dress.

"Ampharos ampha ampha ros!" Fluffy said putting up his arms defensively. I only wanted to find out how easy it would break! I didn't actually think it would!

The little caravan was nothing much. It had no wheels, where they should have been replaced by bricks. The caravan itself was made of congregated iron, it an odd circular shape. From the front, there was a little window with a pale yellow shutter, and a large wooden door next to it. I glare at Fluffy, and turn the nob. The nob snaps off, landing on the floor, and shattering.

"Wow." I say in innocent disbelief.

I didn't think they were that cheap. I guess it's alright to have cheap caravans, but only if they actually have working nobs. The old lady gets up from her rocking chair, and hobbles up to my door. With a giant karate kick, she sends the door flying open, and not breaking it to my surprise. I stare at her with disbelief. I notice something strange about her face. Her stretch lines seem so fixed in, and her eyes. A beautiful starry gold. But they seemed so young... as if someone had dressed up as a grandma for...

"A mask!" I yell in disbelief, pointing at her face.

The lady smiles, and rips off her mask. Underneath it is the youthful face of a teenager, wearing a wide grin.

"Did you really 'tink I was an old lady? My mask must be really good then!" She says, straightening her back.

I look carefully at her face. Just to make sure it wasn't another mask. Her eyes were still the same starry gold, but instead of the grey wig attached to her mask, a beautiful waterfall of light blue hair was attached to her head, reaching her shoulders in a layered cut.

"This is my real face love, no mask 'ere." She says, with still the same odd accent. "I'm actually sixteen years old, I work 'ere as a costume designer and maker." She says.

"I'm Rosa, and that Ampharos there is Fluffy." I say, pointing at Fluffy who is patiently waiting in front of the caravan door.

"You a trainer?" She asks sceptically.