Bad plan.

11

     I stepped out into the fake alien planet like the day before. My hand had a whole lot of make up on it so it didn't look as purple as it had been. People were still talking and the director hadn't yelled for anyone to get into position. Karl was off to the side just out of view, quickly I jogged over, he looked up at me.
    "Figure out what we're doing?" He asked with a coy smile.
    "Yeah, remember that day I was randomly practicing in the gym and you stepped in?" I asked, I could feel my eyes were wide, my hands shook lightly.
     "You mean when you kept just throwing random stuff at me while you called it out?" He asked, narrowing his gorgeous eyes at me. Not now Renee focus, you have work to do.
     "Yeah, I threw a lot of kicks at you, not as many punches."
     "I remember that but that fight you already filmed with Pine." He reminded me, do I have to spell this out man?
"That's not what I mean, can you just go with what I throw at you? Dancing remember." I asked, hoping like hell he would. Otherwise there was no plan B, this was the Hail Mary. The only thing my batter brain could come up with, and if it worked then I'd be shocked but we'll pretend like I knew what I was doing. Acting, right?
"Let's give it a try." He shrugged with a grin, as the director yelled for everyone to take their places.
I walked over to the same starting place as yesterday and shook the nerves out of my hands. Pain throbbed in my injured one, I rolled my head once before I stood still. Everything quieted down around me and I looked forward. Dear lord, this plan was going to fail.
I heard Karl call out my characters name from behind me, where as yesterday I was thrilled to fight with him. Thrilled to strike out and possibly hit him, today I was nervous and worried. I slowly turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. I heard him talk through rushed lines. Que Renee, I spun on my heel, throwing a kick at him.
My goal was to throw as many kicks as I could, try not to throw punches. To my surprise as I continued to kick at Karl he dodged or blocked accordingly. I tried not to smile as we danced this impromptu fight scene. I felt like I was on fire, but in a good way.
     We moved as if we had done this a million times, completely seamless. Finally came the time, he lunged catching me around the middle and slammed down. Renee on ground, Karl on top, exactly how the scene was supposed to go. And no extra black eyes or bloodily lips.
     "CUT!" The director yelled, I looked over in that direction completely out of breath. Karl looked down at me, grinning. He pushed himself up and reached down. I grabbed his hand with my good hand and pulled myself to my feet as he pulled up hard.
    My body slammed into his, all the noise in the room seemed to have been sucked into a vacuum. I could feel my face flush up as our eye connected, his arm behind my back steadying me against him. Karl's eyes soften, and his lips pulled into a lopsided smile. Speak Renee you idiot.
"Kid, if you wanted to dance all you had to do was ask." He whispered loud enough for me to hear.
"Karl! Renee!" The director bellowed, I jumped back startled, suddenly all the noise came back and I remembered I was on set still. Both of us walked over to the man with the red face. "That was not the fight scene that was supposed to take place."
"I'm sorry, that's my fault." My words stumbled out, I didn't want Karl to be blamed for something that didn't have anything to do with him.
"Sorry?" The director scoffed at me. "Sorry? That was the best damned thing I've seen in a long ass time!"
"I'm sorry, what?" I said, I must be dreaming. Got through a fight scene without tripping over my feet, did it in one take, had Karl's arm wrapped behind my back and the director liked it. Either I'm asleep or I smacked my head on the ground and I'm hallucinating.
"It was all Renee." Mr. Smooth as Whiskey stated at my lack of brain to mouth function, clapping me on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Where is Aston Kutcher? I'm being punked, right?
"Renee, you've definitely impressed me." He said, stroking his chin. "You had me second guessing there for a bit, but you're doing a good job."
"Are we sure he's talking to me?" I slowly looked over at Karl in disbelief. Sure now my mouth works.
"Keep up the good work, we'll be having you come back for the next one." He dropped that bombshell on me before turning to bark at some other people.
"Karl, I think my brain isn't working properly, cause I'm hearing things." I said, turning to face him.
"Come on kid, you did good." He told me, slinging his arm over my shoulder for us to get into position to finish filming for the rest of the day.

"Renee, may I talk to you?" Tom asked as I stepped out of the wardrobe trailer. Slowly I turned my eyes to him, he looked nervous as I glared at him. Just because I was in a better mood today doesn't mean I hadn't forgotten.
"What is it?" I asked sharply, walking through the trailers.
"About yesterday." He started, I cut him off cause why not.
"Which part? The part where you and my sister left the kitchen resembling a pond or the part where you told her what was going on onset?" Was I really that mad him? No, of course not, it's Tom Hiddleston, the British gentleman. However, he did betray my trust and squealed like a little pig to my sister, that couldn't be over looked and ignored.
"I am sorry about your kitchen." He chuckled, I glared over my shoulder at him again. Quickly he stopped his chuckle and held his hands up. "Really I didn't mean to tell Rosalyn though."
     "Look Tom, my sister and I are close, closer then most siblings, you know twins, but I don't tell her everything going on in life. Especially if it comes to any kind of relationship, whether it be friends or otherwise." I stopped and faced him. "Cause when things go south and they always do, I don't want her pity or anyone else's."
     "I understand. I really am sorry." He told me with earnest. I sighed, I knew he felt bad cause he had that lost and you kicked my puppy look, then again he is an actor.
     "Fine, I forgive you." I rolled my eyes and walked away, heading to my car. 
     My day was far from over, I still had one more fight scene to practice, and since the gym is always empty it's a good place to go over the lines that would make me nervous. The scene between my character and Karl's, at least I could mentally prepare myself for tomorrow.