Behind The Scenes

Chapter Three

Right after the meeting ends, I try my best to get out of room. I really like most of the people in that room, but I just happened to get next to people who either don't like me, or don't like people in general.

I may have been doing this for ten years, but I have honestly only met about five people in that room, and I doubt they even remember me, which is why I need to make friends here, but not right now.

I escape from the room and make it out to the hall way. I start walking towards the exit when I hear someone call my name.

"Paxton?" It's a male voice that I recognize, but not someone I've really interacted with.

"Yes?" I turn around and see Robert Downey Jr standing at the door way of the meeting room.

"Are you related to-

"Bill Paxton?" I finish sentence, and answer his question, "Yes, he was my dad."

"Bill Paxton was your dad?" He says walking closer to me.

"Yes, he was." I start to think about all the times we didn't spend together. He left me with his sister, since he got a divorce but never married again.

"I'm sorry for your loss." This makes me chuckle a little bit, as I lean up against the wall.

"What?" He says standing only about five feet away from me before he stops. 

"I didn't lose much." When my father died, it was more of a relief than a loss.

"Weren't you close?" He asks as people walk passed us in the hall. 

"If you consider him getting drunk in bar, getting in a fight, the police calling me to contain my father or else he will get arrested, close, then sure, we were close." I say with a smile, happy that someone else didn't get the father I had, since they probably wouldn't have survived it.

"Oh, I see." He pauses and leans up against the wall in the same position I am, "I know how that is."

"You do?" I ask looking from the wall to him. He looks around as if making sure no one were around.

"Yeah, it wasn't really a relationship." He pauses as if he were going to continue but doesn't.

"No one really knows him like I did. They just saw how great he was on the big picture." He nods but before he can say anything we get distracted by someone calling Robert's name.

"Hey Robert." A female voice says. We both look to our right and see a very pretty, but what seems to be drunk girl. Robert takes a deep breath.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He says with a deep breath, as if seeing her brings down his day. He stands there as she hugs him and stares at me with devil eyes.

"Who's this?" She asks pulling away and he turns around to look at me.

"This is the makeup artist director, Charlotte Paxton." He smiles as if impressed by me. "And Charlotte, this is Natalie, my ex-girlfriend, what are you doing here?"

"Hi." She just ignored him and walks past him.

"Hi," I hold out my hand for her to shake. She grasps my hand but only with her index, middle, and thumb, as if she doenst want to catch my germs, "It's so nice to meet you."

"And to you the same." She starts to chuckle, and memories from my dad start to pop up. Before the memories overwhelm me, I attempt to get out of the conversation.

"Well, I'm still not feeling too well, so I'm going to head back to my trailer." I say with a smile and slowly start to back away.

"Okay, we should get some coffee or something later, and talk about that new makeup design." He lies and gives me wink. Let's hope he's not planning anything more than that, because I'm really not ready for that kind of relationship.

"Sure thing." I smile while turning away and continuing to the exit. As soon as I get out, I take a sigh of relief, and walk back to my trailer. 

My trailer isn't in the front, but more towards the middle of all the trailers. They only gave me a trailer, and not other makeup artists because I need to be here 24/7. I will be working all night shifts and most day shifts. This is a new schedule, and the first time I have ever been makeup artist director.

I make my way to my trailer, trying to see whose trailer is whose. I find Robert's, Gwyneth's and Jon's trailer, all of which are within a two trailer radius from mine.

I enjoy living in the trailers, and being able to be here instantly rather than driving through southern California's traffic everyday.

I started heating myself some tea to hopefully calm down my stomach. I haven't gotten the nausea feeling since I went into the bathroom, but I have had a painful stomachache.

As soon as the microwave beeps, I get a knock at my door. I grab the tea out of the microwave, set it on the small counter next to the sink, and turn around to open the door which is only about five feet away.

I open the door and Robert is standing there. I didn't think he would actually want to get coffee or something. I thought he was just saying that, because that's what people say to sound nice.

"Hey?" I ask standing there staring at him, wondering where is girlfriend is, since it's only been about thirty minutes since I left them.

"Hey, can I come in, my," he pauses as if he was about to say the wrong thing, then continues," ex-girlfriend, really wants to kill me."

"Sure?" I say and stand out of the way.

"Thank you," he steps up into my trailer and I slowly close the door behind him, "It's nice in here, roomy."

"I have so many questions," I whisper under my breath.

"What?" He asks sitting down at the couch, and immediately crossing his legs.

"Um, what happened between now and then that makes her want to kill you?" I ask walking over to my tea.

"Well she's always like this, and it's not like I haven't tried, I paid for many classes, and therapy to try to get her to stop drinking, but it's never working, so we got in a little fight after I told her that we aren't together anymore, then security came, and I walked away from the situation." I'm still very confused.

I continue to frown, but go to sit down at the table, "Okay then, how did you find my trailer? It's unmarked."

"I totally haven't seen you walk in and out of your trailer." He says shrugging his shoulder, "My trailer is like right there."

He points to the door, so I would assume he lives right in front of me, "Okay, then why did you come to my trailer, there's nothing special about me or my trailer."

"You were the first one I thought of." He says, "And to be honesy, I don't know Gwyneth very well, and Jon isn't home."

"Fine, but I could throw up any minute, so it's not the best place to stay." I say taking another sip of my tea.