Describing Him (Ansel Elgort)

2 // Meeting the cast

The day that the casting was confirmed, every single actor involved in the movie was informed. I, however, was not informed for about another week. And it was driving me crazy, too.

And when I did get the letter, it was if it was written in a completely different language, because I did not recognize a single name. I sat there, eating breakfast, and googling every single actor.

The casting was pretty accurate, none of my choices, but I guess it isn't just about the looks.

This morning was the day that everyone would meet each other. There would be no scripts, no cameras, no costumes, just a nice, relaxing day to meet everyone, so we don't waste time tomorrow doing that. Tomorrow would be extremely serious, though, like the auditions.

I smile. This is happening.

There is a bit of morning tea and coffee, (I didn't have any) and everyone kinda wanders around the room talking to one another and nibbling on various cakes or slices. I have a strong feeling that there would not be any of this any other day until after the movie was finshed. I wondered what would happen about school. I'd gotten time off, but I had a feeling I wouldn't be needed on set everyday. I guess I would find out.

Considering after the first three minutes, no one has come up to me, I don't think anyone else will, so I decide to meet some of the actors - starting with Marley.

I'd remembered the name of the actor playing Marley, Danielle Hall, so I skim the crowd (which really is too small to be called a crowd) for her.

I can't see her, so I decide to talk to the girl next to me. From the stalkerish google search task just under a week ago, I figure she will play Olivia.

"Hi, are you Caitlin?" I recognize her; she's been in some movies I'd seen, and there is something about her round face and big blue eyes that seems familiar.

She turns around, smiling.

"Yes, and you're...Margo! The writer! Wow, you're a lot, uh, younger then I thought you'd be. I normaly think of writers all old and grey, but don't worry, you are the complete opposite." I laughed.

"So, Olivia, is she a blonde or a brunette? Because I know she has like, redish-brown hair, but it doesn't say anything about her hair except for when you descirbe her at the start, and it's not like, this big thing about her hair, and I don't know what the directors and costume or make-up people want, but I don't know if I should dye my hair or not? I mean, obviously it would be easier and better for me not to, but I don't know if it would be more 'Olivia' to dye my hair?"

I stare at her blankly.

"Um, I have no idea about any of that. I only found out the cast list like two days ago." She laughed, and I joined in. She seems like the kind of person I'd want to be friends with.

"You don't happen to know where Danielle Hall is?" She shakes her head.

"Try the food table? I don't know,"

I walk over to where the food is, and a table of baby croissants caught my eye. I shouldn't, I thought. But, I did.

"I was hoping if I hid them in the corner of the table no one would eat them," A voice behind me makes me jump, and I turned around to face him, the rest of the croissant dangling from my mouth. His voice had sounded exactly like he was smiling, if that made any sense.

A tall boy stood next to me, a half eaten baby croissant in his hand. He looked down at me, his brown eyes seeming to smile. He wore a big, goofy grin on his face, and watched me, amused by the croissant

"All the other actresses are avoiding the food table," He says, still smiling. "But I'm so glad you're eating something, 'cause I'm like, gorging out on the croissants and shit."

I laugh.

"I'm not an actress, but even if I was I would be gorging on these croissants. I mean, they're like amazing." I stuffed the rest in my mouth, partly to back up my statement but mainly so I didn't say anything stupid. It didn't work though, because a second later, my mouth still crammed with croissant, I said:

"I wiff the coffeh wash like tdis, becaush id really gave me bad eshpectatshns for te food."

"I don't drink coffee." he says. I don't know he could understand that much, but then again my brother is pretty amazing at things like that. Must be a boy thing.

"Me either," I mumble. It's true, but it doesn't make sense. It was silent for a while, but an awkward silent, and the whole time I felt like I should say something.

"Ah, do you know where Danielle - Danielle Hall is?" I say, finally. He shakes his head.

When I finally found Danielle, she was chatting to a small Hebrew man, but after having a three sentence conversation with me, her phone rang, and she (a little rudely, but I don't mind) answered it, and had another brief conversation then hung up, and apologizing to me, grabbing her handbag and leaving within seconds.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm nothing like her. Like I'd do the complete opposite of everything she says and does, or I just feel like someone entirely different, but then others I forget that we're different people." She'd said.

"Who?" I asked, and she gave me a look. It took me a lot longer then you'd think to figure out she was talking about my character.

"Marley. That's the thing about her, she just... creeps up on you. Takes over your body. You find yourself doing things she would, and making choices that would benefit her instead of you. She definitely lives on inside of me, somewhere."

And then she frowned.

"She demands to be noticed, brought out from inside of you, quite like the universe does."

And then I'd said (quite stupidly), "That sounds like a 'The Fault in Our Stars' quote."