Take My Heart (Liam Payne)

Chapter 11: Take a Look at Me Now

Take a Look at Me Now

“I just can’t meet you,” I told you the casting director as I read for Kristen. Today was the audition for the film I didn’t want to be a part of. Nevertheless, I kept my character strong. “Our parents hate each other. We can’t do this.”

“My dad doesn’t know the first thing about his business,” the script supervisor read off. This one was actually portraying emotions, and I liked him a lot. “He only hates your dad because he knows he’s better than him.”

At this part of the film, Jordan (Romeo type) is convincing Kristen (Juliet type) to run away with him because both of the characters’ fathers are in the same, competitive business and look down on any contact with the other company. Romeo and Juliet have known each other for five years, and they’ve kept their feeling at bay, but when Juliet turns 18 –and Romeo being 20- he’s ready to pull them away from their parents’ feud.

You know, the more I’m reading through this, the more I’m actually liking it. I mean, some of the dialogue could be enhanced, but it’s a solid plot. I like that instead of going for the actual Romeo and Juliet story line, it has its own way of going about things.

Yea, there are big plots to guide the story along, but that’s it. For instance, they end up sneaking out multiple times, and Jordan crashes Kristen’s party just to see her and offer her the chance to run away.

Instead of going with it, Kristen decides to stay back, and try to get their parents to approve of the relationship. A lot of nonsense and skullduggery is thrown around by the kids and by the end of the film, Kristen and Jordan are their own antagonists. The audience realizes by the end that Kristen is a spoiled, whiny, brat while Jordan is a douche that refuses to listen to any adult figure as he’s a self-proclaimed anarchist.

It’s not your basic Romeo and Juliet, but it’s used with guided plots. My favorite scene is the end where Kristen’s had enough of being pushed around by her parents and goes, “I guess we have to kill ourselves.” It sends Jordan out the door so fast, he almost breaks the door.

I wouldn’t mind being in this movie. I started out as a villain in movies, I should try it again. Besides, it’d be really fun to be a whiny bitch. I’m already that way anytime the boys try getting me to do something I don’t want to.

“It’s still not a reason to run away, Jordan.” Now I turn into a whiny bitch as Jordan gets real douchy. “God, you’re so impulsive sometimes.”

“Would you stop being such a princess?” I could picture Justin Beiber playing this role, but then again, he is a self-entitled asshole. “Just come on. We can be out by morning.”

“But where would we go? And would they have Wi-Fi?” Yea, it was set in the 21st century. “You never think things through, Jordan.”

“God, Kristen, just stop talking. It’s been 2 minutes and I already have a headache.”

I huffed, and crossed my arms. “You’re such a dick.”

“And then they kiss,” the director cut in. I know it’s an untimely kiss, but the couple is impulsive, much like Romeo and Juliet, so they just go with the feel of things. I, for one, think that she’s a spoiled brat, and after playing her for a moment, I want to get this role. “That was a good read-through, Isyss.”

“Thank you,” I really hoped I’d get this role.

“Now,” here we go. “We’d like to see you as Kristen, but there’s another young actress up for the part.” If it’s Jennifer Lawrence, I’m going to shoot myself in the face. “A Miss Ella Moore.”

Oh my god, no! Ella Moore is a pompous bitch with an ego bigger than her shit acting career. She’s in her late 30s, yet she manages to play teenagers because she shoves cosmetics and surgeries on her face. Her blonde hair is faker than any of the clothes she wears, and on top of that, she’s a fucking bitch. Sure, she’s perfect for the role, but I want it.

“A callback is in store,” if I have to do a callback, that’s still better than Ella automatically getting the role. I accepted.

After they let me go, I walked out of the studio and headed towards Chino’s. Hopefully Tristan was in there because I really wanted to drink the coffee, talk briefly, and leave. Liam’s birthday was tomorrow, and we were all going to some club in Hollywood. How much do you wanna bet it’s Chaplin? Anyways, I want to be well rested for the night, so this has got to be quick.

“Isyss, over here!” Of course Tristan was already here. He even had my coffee. You see, this is why we were best friends, but then he had to kiss me- No. Don’t go that negative, overly salivated place.

I took my seat at the table across from Tristan and greeted him with a smile. “Hey, Tristan.” This wasn’t going to be awkward if we didn’t make it awkward. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” he admitted. I was proud for the boy. He’s a spectacular actor, and he deserves work. “You know the show Falsetto?”

Of course I knew the show. Falsetto is this hilarious television show about a guy in his 20s that thinks he might be gay, so he goes out and tries all this stereotypical gay culture, only to be shown how wrong it is. At first, the show proved to be a gay-bashing show, but the more I watched it, I realized it proved gay stereotypes wrong and showed how normal gay people are. It’s really just trying to make the world more accepting, and I absolutely love the show.

“Of course.”

“I have a 5 episode contract on it.” I’m not ashamed to admit that I squealed a little bit. I’m mean, I seriously hope he plays the stereotype rather than the breaker because seeing Tristan flounce around… It’s a dream of mine.

I walked around the table to give him a hug before retreating back to my chair. “When do you air?”

“October 3rd,” he told me, but then the topic changed tables on me. “So you just had an audition?”

Oh boy. “I did.”

“And how did that go?”

“Good.” It did go well, but then again Ella Moore. Gag me. “I have a callback.”

“It’s because you’re just so talented!” I had to laugh as he pinched my cheek. Yea, I did miss our friendship. I think we could get it back.

We spent 2 hours talking, and I lost track of time easily. We decided to get coffee twice a month, or once every two weeks, just to catch up on things. I told him I’d text him, so I probably will. I mean, he said so himself, the kiss was just to make sure there was nothing between us. I really can’t blame him for liking me. I couldn’t help but like Liam. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just an attraction.

Besides, if I don’t have Tristan by my side, how else am I going to start that band? Yea, don’t think I forgot about when we jammed in the music store. I wholeheartedly remember, and I would love to do it again.

Maybe he can sing this time, though. I mean, I have a decent voice, but Tristan summons angels. Call me barmy (hahaha), but I can’t resist myself a singer.

Well, I can resist Harry Styles, but he’s a pervert, so there’s that. But anyways, Tristan and I: best friends again. Yay!