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For the past two months, no one had taken any breaks.Everyone was on set at all times to film their scenes or help someone else if they had one. Everyone spent so much time in the makeup trailer with bruises painted on them that when they needed a nap, that's where they took it. Blair was guilty of that more often than not. She would doze off while her artist was doing her makeup and hair, and would wake up once the bell rang for the scene to start.
But when she was sleeping, the girl was really just rehearsing lines over and over in her mind and the dream would restart if she messed up. It was odd, but Blair's dreams were always influenced by her stress and anxiety in her head.
Nonetheless, Blair was always rehearsing. When she showered she would tape her lines to her glass door and would practice them while the conditioner set in her hair. When she was eating she would practice her facial expressions. When she was taking her lunch break she was with her trainer in the training room so she could perfect her stunts - as she did all her stunts herself.
Some people, well, most people would call Blair obsessive, but they didn't even know the half of it. They saw her practicing at lunch and at breakfast, but they didn't know she also rehearsed in her trailer when she was supposed to be relaxing before another big day. To her, rehearsing was her safe space. She needed to rehearse in order to be satisfied internally with herself. For her entire life, Blair was compared to her brothers and how amazing of actors they were. She never lived up to everyone's expectations. Being put down like that day after day took a toll on her mental health. She started to believe everyone when they told her she was untalented. Blair doesn't think well of herself, and she never did. But she would also never admit that to anyone. As far as they knew, she rehearsed and performed. No one needed to know how much it hurt whenever she messed up one word in an entire monologue.
This was the feeling Blair was overcome with on a late Saturday night when every member of the cast should have been taking a night to themselves after filming a fight scene earlier that night.
Tom had the right idea and wanted to go venture into the city and find some quaint little shops to look around in, but he didn't want to do it alone. So before he knew it, he found himself making his way to his castmate trailer while humming to a random song that had been stuck on his mind the entire day.
He hopped up the few stairs to her trailer and before he knocked on the door, he popped his collar on his polo and smoothed down his hair while looking in the reflection of the window in front of him. After making sure he looked alright, he smiled and knocked on the door before pushing it open, "Blair?"
He didn't hear a response so he walked in and shut the door behind him. As he looked at the room surrounding him, he noticed that nothing was out of place. All the decorations were perfect in order. The colors of the room corresponded to each other flawlessly. Not one dish was in the sink, and there wasn't a single speck of dust, not even behind the toaster oven.
Tom was impressed, truly. He just thought she was clean, not that she was obsessed with being perfect and her trailer reflected that.
Tom walked further into her living room and heard a soft voice coming from the bedroom. Before he could make his way into the back, Blair exited her room and passed Tom completely, not even acknowledging his presence. He raised an eyebrow and went to say hello when he saw Blair turn around and start walking back toward him from the kitchen. He noticed what she was saying this time. She was rehearsing her lines for the next scene and he sighed and folded his arms across his chest.
"Do you want to get coffee?" he blurted out, watching the girl disappear into her room again only to exit a moment later. Tom realized she was pacing and he internally rolled his eyes. "Mabel?" he asked, the name slipping so easily off his tongue. After it left his mouth he clenched his eyes shut. "I didn't mean to -- "
"I'm rehearsing, Tom," the girl absentmindedly said while continuing to speak her lines. She didn't even notice him calling her by her real name. She didn't mind it, but she didn't correct him.
"It's coffee, alright? It's been a long day," he tried again, this time reaching his hand out to pull the girl away from her straight line of constant pacing. She rolled her eyes and allowed him to oull her away from her rehearsing. Before she could argue, he plucked the script out of her hand and put it behind his back and then dodged her attempts to get it back. "We're going to get coffee, then we can get dinner or just walk around Atlanta. But you can't look at your script until morning. Matter of fact," he told her with a stern expression, "I'm not giving it back till tomorrow."
Blair's face fell and she lunged to get it back, only to have Tom jump on her couch and hold it up high. "But - "
"No."
"I- "
"Uh uh," Tom shortly replied with a shake of his head. Blair threw her head back and groaned and Tom victoriously smiled. "Good. Now where do you want to go?"
