Lights, Camera, Love

Chapter 2

I spit the crumbs of the muffin out of my mouth. What?! How did they get Neymar! I started to smile like a little school girl. Wow, I really like Neymar. I wonder if his eyes are really that nice in person.

"Start reading over your scripts!" Marty ordered.

Everyone was crowding around Neymar. I want to see him! I started to jump up to try to see him. He moved out of the crowd to get some breakfast. Oh, so he's a food lover like me, huh. I ran up halfway there and turned on my walk. I grabbed a foam cup and filled it up with coffee. The studio is very cheap. You know the little styrofoam cups? Yeah that what we were using. I filled it up and put the white cup to my lips.

"Oh, hey you're Neymar right?" I greeted.

What the hell? Obviously he's Neymar!

"Yeah, and you are Fassah?" He replied.

"Farrah," I corrected.

"Close enough," he chuckled.

He pulled his hand out in front of me. I happily shook it. His hands were warm and soothing. They were nice against my hands. Wait...I hope my hands weren't sweaty! Shit, I'm so stupid.

"I'm going to go start practicing," he said.

He went over to sit by this mini stage we have. Should I follow him or is that too stalkerish? Then my best friend Tiana appeared.

"Ooh, Neymar," she teased.

"Ugh, the posters in my bathroom are right in front of my eyes," I dreamily sighed.

"That's one thing I never got. Why are they in your bathroom?" She asked.

I winked at her.

"Ew, Far!" She exclaimed.

"I'm just kidding! It's because Shelby doesn't want me to have posters anywhere else," I chuckled.

"Oh phew!" She breathed.

"Should I talk to him?" I ask, staring at him.

"You guys are both main characters...you're going to have to do that," she said.

"But should I go right now?" I ask.

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

I held my script tight and walked up to Neymar.

"Hey again," I smiled.

"Hello," he replied.

He scooted over to make me some space.

"You can sit," he said.

I sat down beside him and lifted my paper up to my face. I began to skim Over my words.

"You want to practice together?" I asked.

"Okay," he accepted.

"Let's do the part where we see each other in the hallways," I suggest.

"Hey-uh sorry about that," he stuttered.

"Oh, it's alright," I smiled.

"Sorry I don't know your name," he said slowly.

"Lola. And yours?" I asked.

"Jasper," he answered.

"Well jasper, I'll see to around," I said.

He waved and I waved back.

"You're a natural," I commented.

"Now I see why you're like the most famous actress of all," he chuckled.

"Aw thanks," I gushed.

"No problem," he smiled.

I pretended to read over my script.

"Well see you around," he said.

He got up and went outside. I decided not to follow him. That was the perfect amount of Neymar for today. I walked back to Tiana.

"What happened?" She asked.

"He now knows why I'm a the most famous actress of all time," I boasted.

"He said that!?" She exclaimed.

"Yessss!" I squealed.

We did our little happy dance, and looked around to make sure no one saw that.

"Coast is clear, no one saw," I whispered.

I was walking to the snack table to get a cookie. I'm a growing girl, I need my food! And you can never go wrong with a cookie!

"Farrah!" Marty yelled from his office.

I walked over there.

"If this is about me taking to much food, this is my first one," I lied.

"We have surveillance cameras, that is not your first. But that's not what we came to talk about," he said.

"Oof, I'm caught," I chuckled.

I shrugged my shoulders and began to munch on my cookie.

"Sit down," he ordered.

"Pushy," I muttered.

"This story is a bit about soccer and dancing," he started.

"It's actually football," I interjected.

"Farrah!" He exclaimed.

"Sorry, continue," I giggled.

"You will need to be going with Neymar for daily practice of soccer," he said.

"It's actually-"

"Football, I know!" He exclaimed, frustrated.

"There you go, you learned," I smiled.

"Your first training is tomorrow at three in his training stadium," he said.

"Alright," I smiled.

"You can leave now," he said.

"Oh by the way, you need to give me the recipe for this cookie," I said.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Farrah, did you even listen to Anything I said?" He asked.

"Yes! I have to be good at football. Practice with Neymar. You have surveillance cameras. Also, you learned that it is football," I explained.

"Oh god, I have a pain the ass," he muttered.

"This pain in your ass, makes your movies a hit," I smirked.

"I know," he groaned.

I skipped out of his office. I walked to Tiana and talked to her for the rest of the time. I never do shit here.
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