Mainstream

Method Acting

When the moving van pulled into the large driveway of Eddie's Bel Air mansion, Waylon stared in confusion. An identical truck, just as gigantic with an identical logo, was already parked there.

One of the workers opened the door and helped Waylon down from the truck's cab. He scurried out of the way to avoid tripping up the workers. The sound of the front door opening signaled a sigh of relief, but when he turned it wasn't Eddie Gluskin walking out of the house.

"WAY!"

"Helen?!" Waylon waved enthusiastically as Helen walked over with quick, short steps due to her heels. She wore a hot pink tube top, black capris, and a pair of strappy gold sandals.

"I couldn't believe it when Eddie said you were moving in, that's really good news," said Helen, grinning.

"Ah, yeah, um, I'm sorry you guys broke up," said Waylon, fighting a blush. "I didn't mean..."

"Hey, no big deal, I'm just grabbing the last of my stuff right now," said Helen, gesturing at the two gigantic moving trucks. "Figures Eddie way over thought this. When I moved in, I had one suitcase, and he somehow thinks in the last months I've upgraded to needing a full-sized moving truck."

"Yeah that was confusing as hell," said Waylon, looking back at the trucks. The one from his apartment is open, and the men are easily handling his meager belongings.

"I'm actually kinda excited that you're the one moving in because at least now I have someone I can talk to about all the weird contract stuff," said Helen, looking around Waylon, watching the men as they carried out her luggage. "How are you dealing with everything?"

"With, what exactly?"

"I don't know, shit, the gag order, the NDA, it can be scary moving in here by yourself, I know Eddie's kinda intimidating. I'm assuming since we have the same contract situation, surely it's alright for us to discuss it together in private, right?"

"I don't know what you're..."

"Aren't you with Eddie now?"

"Oh," said Waylon, blushing. "I, uh, well, I would like that, but I don't think Eddie is ready to take that kind of step, but I keep hoping..."

"You have a contract, right?" asked Helen.

"I have a contract with Murkoff for the film, you mean?" asked Waylon.

To her credit, Helen's face barely changed as she seemed to brush away whatever thought had been distracting her. "Nevermind," she said, smiling and shaking her head. "I guess the gutterflies got it wrong after all. They'll make a story out of anything, ya know?"

"Yeah, I suppose," said Waylon, smiling. He felt like he had missed some key part of the conversation. "How's the movie coming along?"

"Excellent," said Helen, beaming. "So exciting. Not shooting for another couple months, I even have an action sequence! I'm going to be on wires and stuff! Stunt doubles, of course, but I'm going to have to get suspended for at least some of the face shots, even if it's just in front of a green screen."

"Awesome," said Waylon, laughing. "Man, I wish our film had more actions scenes."

"I thought there were too many actions scenes," said Helen, smirking. "That was the last story I read, some article about 'what is Mainstream actually about?' and it went on and on about all the graphic sexual acts in the script."

"Oh no," said Waylon, frowning.

"Oh no?" Helen laughed at Waylon's horrified face. "Oh yes, you should be saying. Nothing draws in an audience like a promise of gratuitous sex scenes."