The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

3. Did That Really Just Happen?

I somehow managed to make it through my first week.  Everyone kept saying I was a natural,  and I'd quickly gained a reputation for being a one take wonder.  Monday started week two,  and I was ready to go when I arrived on set.  Andrea was waiting with my tea and banana.

"So,  there's been a change in the schedule." She said.

"Good morning to you,  too. " I said taking my breakfast from her.

"Good morning,  Miss Long." She said with a smile.

"What's the schedule change?" I asked.

"Well,  they want to start putting together a trailer to release at Dram-con in a couple weeks.  They weren't sure we'd get a spot,  but we did last minute.  So that means this week we will be filming scenes they want to chop up for a teaser." She said.  Why did she sound worried? Dram-con was a pop-culture convention aimed for fans of Drama.  Lots of soap opera people and fans of dramatic films,  TV,  and books.

"Okay,  I can deal." I held out my hand,  waiting for the paper schedule.  She handed it to me. I looked it over,  and felt my stomach flip. 

"Please tell me this is a joke." I said.  "I can barely look at the man and spit out a complete sentence,  they want me to do a sex scene, " I paused.  "Today!"

"Yeah. They want include it in the trailer,  because there's concern that the sex from the novel will be toned down for the film."

"I can understand that,  but I'm not ready for this. I still have issues remembering to breathe when he's around." I sat in my chair,  trying to figure out what I was going to do. "Speaking of,  where is he?"

I sat stick straight in my seat and looked around for Tom. It had become a daily mission to keep track of his location on set at all times, to avoid any embarrassment.  I'd become hyper aware of his presence around me

"He's not here yet,  relax." Andrea said.  "Never mind,  he just walked in.  He doesn't look happy."

I followed her eyes,  and found him,  schedule in hand,  with a very sour look on his face,  walking towards Ray. 

Ray spun as Tom called his name.  I couldn't hear what was being said,  but Tom was clearly heated,  and Ray was annoyed. They kept looking and pointing in my direction,  making me want to shrink down and hide in my tea.  Where was Hank Pym when you needed him?

I watched as Tom stormed out,  and Ray made his way towards me.

"So your guard dog is pissed." He said approaching me.

"My guard dog? You mean Tom?" I looked back behind me to see Tom outside stalking over towards our set trailer. 

"He's mad that we made the changes without talking to you.  He's mad because he doesn't think you're ready for a complicated scene like this." Ray sat in Tom's chair.

"Am I really that transparent?" I asked.

"Around him,  yes.  If you're still anxious around the rest of the cast,  we can't tell." Ray said.

"It's only him.  I don't know why."

"I do,  and its understandable,  and I anticipated you not being comfortable around him right away,  that's why I made the schedule the way I did. The studio,  however,  doesn't give a shit. We really need to be received well at this con if we want this film to do well. You and Tom have chemistry,  and you do really well with him on camera in character,  better than I expected,  by far.  Actually, I'm highly impressed with how well you've adjusted in such a short time." Ray's voice was a calm quiet.