Stupid Dreamers

Chapter 1: Plans

Chapter 1: Plans

“So what’s going on this week?” Rick asks. I slam my head down on table and groan.  I had a ton of events this week from photo shoots to another movie premiere all the way in London.  It hasn’t even begun yet and I’m already exhausted.  Let me tell you, the famous life was fun but not easy.   

I’m sorry, you’re probably completely clueless right now to what’s going on.  I’m Erin Taylor, an international movie star.  My main roles are repetitive, where I usually play the villain or the antagonist in movies. For some reason, I’m never cast as the main role.  Even when I audition for the main role, I get ‘I like her, but not for this part. Would you like to play the ex-girlfriend’ or ‘How about you read lines from the murderer?’

For most of the antagonist roles, I decided to take them and acted them out beautifully.  Unfortunately, that gave everyone else a bad vibe from me. Apparently I was only the slut, killer, or someone that you shouldn’t talk to or you might get stabbed on the spot.  Come on, how realistic is that? I’ve been nothing but nice to the viewers, fans, and all my fellow cast mates. But that wasn’t good enough.

I was the average, well-known actress who was both loved and hated by the world. And then with me, there’s my boyfriend Rick.  He’s very built and tall with fringed blonde hair. He looked like one of those lifeguards you’d see in California that all the girls fawn over.  Only he was smarter.  

“Photo shoot tomorrow, and then we’ve got a flight to London on Thursday,” I answer, lifting my head up from the table. He nods, writing it down in his planner somewhere. He confirmed that it was too hard to keep up with my life and decided to write every single event down that I did in order to stay with me and make sure he was there for everything.   

“Are you coming with me to London?” I ask. He nods.

“Unless I’m not allowed,” He looks up from writing and smiles. I point my index finger at him, leaning my elbow on the table.  

“You’re going to be with me on that red carpet whether you’re allowed or not,” It was the London movie premiere of my newest horror movie. We lived all the way in Los Angeles, so I’m worried from being away from Rick for so long. I’d be there for almost a week for the premiere, signings, and I’m sure another interview will be done.    

“Good,” he says, leaning toward me and planting a kiss on my lips and pulling back quickly, writing something down in his planner. Rick’s kisses were always short and sweet, just how I liked them.  

“When’s Powell going to get here?” He asks. I shrug. Powell was my manager, planning all these extravagant events for me and making sure I’m there on time and with a smile ‘looking fabulous as always’.  

“Probably won’t come until tomorrow morning with the photo shoot and all,” He sighs.

“What?” I question seriously. I hate it when he sighed like that.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, walking away from the table. He turns around to look at me. “You’re complicated, you know that?” I smile, because of course I was.

One of the hardest things in my life was being an actress.  It was fun, but everything has its consequences.  And for me, I was an actress with severe OCD. Every movie I did had to be perfect; I had to be perfect.  I couldn’t even blink at the wrong moment or I would call out ‘Nope, no we have to do it again!’ even when they thought it was perfect.  Surprisingly, they always kept me in the movie no matter how annoying my OCD was to them.

You know the different types of OCD such as hoarding or contamination, right? Yes, there are different types.  I didn’t have either of those.  From what I researched in the past, my type of OCD is having ‘intrusive thoughts’ where I keep having these repetitive thoughts of harming someone I love. I always thought that way of Rick that someday I would hurt him or even kill him. It scared me to death at some times, and when those thoughts are sticking in my head all day I lose the availability to act and end up having a panic attack. 

But Rick sticks with me; that’s what I love about him.  No matter what, from rumors to answers to interview questions, he will stay with me no matter what and help me cope.  He always says I’m complicated for some reason, probably because of my OCD.  Sometimes I would even have the whole thing of everything has to be lined up perfectly or everything has to be in the right order and organized correctly. Every movie set always made me mad. Nothing was ever organized and people were running around like it wasn’t bothering them one bit.  And I couldn’t do anything about it.  I would zone out, staring at the distant equipment with tangled wires just lying in a pile.

I try not to let it bother me, but almost everywhere I go I’m triggered. Maybe that’s why I have such a horrible reputation.  Because everyone thinks I’m some slut who only cares about herself and makes sure everything is perfect for only her and everything goes her way.  I’ve read the hate.  I’ve seen the teasing. And sometimes I break down from it, but I’ll just get right back up and go my own way. But usually, I can’t do that. I’ll lie on the bed, dead-like, before Rick finds me and tries to take me out of the stance. And he always does it right, no matter what.

“I know,” I finally answer him.  

A.N.: Hiiiiii! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Next update will be soon, so may the odds be ever in your favor! -CookieKrumm