Stupid Dreamers

Chapter 13: Lies

Chapter 13: Lies

“Hi, is this Mr. David Shaver I’m speaking to?” I speak nervously into the phone.  I shouldn’t be nervous though; this should be a more exciting moment.  I was finally closing in on the deal to take the role in ‘Caught in the mist’. Since I was absolutely and positively sure that I wanted to do it, I called Mr. Shaver before Powell and Parker would show up to prep me for the magazine interview/photo shoot.

“I don’t know, is this the legendary Erin Taylor I’m speaking to?” I blush at his compliment and chuckle. His accent sounded deep and mysterious even through the phone.

“Yes it is,” I say proudly. “I’d like to take the extraordinary honor of starring in your movie, ‘Caught in the Mist’”

“Oh Erin that’s fantastic, I’m so glad you’re deciding to do this,” I can practically hear him smile through the phone. “Now filming starts in a month, where we'll be filming around the area of Westminister, London. I’ll make sure to send the contracts, script, and other papers through the mail so you’ll have plenty of time for travel and preparation,”

“Great, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do Mr. Shaver,” I gush. I was actually doing this and I couldn’t be happier that I was.

“My pleasure Ms. Taylor, I’ll see you soon,” And with that he hangs up. I set my cell phone down on the kitchen table and lean back in my chair. I can’t believe I’m doing this.  The thought of me doing a popular drama movie brought a smile to my face.  I was travelling back to London to do a movie for the famous director David Shaver and I couldn’t be more excited.

This was a definite change for me.  No longer would I be the murderer, bitch, or even just the sex toy. I might actually be able to play someone who actually reflects me or someone even better. Someone nice, kind, sweet, caring, or anything that I don’t think of myself as. I thought of myself as the antagonist of Hollywood. But maybe with this movie I could think better of myself. Better criticism, better reviews, and hopefully a new positive outlook of me. Not only for myself, but for everyone that’s watching me on movie screens across the world.

My positive thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door. I check my watch, reading 2:00 in the afternoon. They were right on time today.

“Hello Ms. Erin, ready to go?” Parker greets me when I open the door. It’s my same crew of Parker, Powell, and Carter standing there with smiles on their faces.  I couldn’t wait to tell them that I’d be doing another movie; a drama at that.

“Yeah, let me just grab my phone and we can get going,” I run back through my kitchen and grab my phone, then run back out my front door with my crew trailing behind.

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The photo shoot flew by, and before I knew it I was sitting down for the official interview that would be published in their magazine. It sounds scary at first, but now that I’ve done so many I’m used to it.

The interviewer in front of me was young, around her mid-twenties or so and in a way she reminded me of Carter. Bouncy blonde curls that framed her baby-face and her bright red dress with at least 8-inch heels. She balanced her binder on her lap as she crossed her legs, trying to adjust herself on the uncomfortable stool. Since we weren’t on TV, you don’t get those comfortable couches or plush seats. Nope, you get the uncomfortable stools instead. But the interview itself should only last about half an hour, so I think I’d be able to take it.

The dress that Parker stuck me in was sort of uncomfortable and really tight around my waist. It was a plain bright orange that hugged every curve and almost made it impossible to walk.  I don’t know what it is that he’s trying to do, but I don’t think I can suck my waist in any more. It gave me this queasy feeling in my stomach, instantly making me uncomfortable.  I could tell that I was starting to come down with something, but I’d have to suck it up until I could get home and throw on a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants.