(girlxgirl) Not All Roses in Roselake

Chapter 4: Aren't Those For Boys?

Chapter 4 - Aren't Those For Boys?

It was early in the morning. Early. I was missing class because I was waiting in my trailer. All my makeup was done, I was in costume everything was ready to go. We were supposed to be filming but SOMEBODY had to be pushing back ALL the scenes because SOMEBODY wouldn't come out of their trailer! The scenes were pushed back for another hour! And this scene was the scene I had to film with her! It was the first one where we actually had to be civil to each other and I wasn't looking forward to it. And she's still in her trailer! Oh man, I've had it with this Amber girl! She had been in her trailer the entire morning doing God knows what! Ugh! I looked out the tiny window noticing that her trailer is right next to mine. That's it.

I marched on out and stomped up to hers. I knocked on it three times violently. I was pissed. To my surprise the door swung open. I think maybe a part of me felt that she wasn't going to answer? I don't know.

But Amber didn't answer. It was a tall maybe fifty year old man with a neatly timed beard that was beginning to turn grey who answered. He was in a formal dark blue sports coat, khaki slacks and nice beige business loafers. I had no idea who this was. "Hi-" "Hi who are you?" I froze. "I-I." "That's Alyssa Barron, her co-star." A woman in her late forties came into the frame of the trailer doorway. She was of course in a clean formal cream shirt, business blue pants and very high black heels. Wow. They had money. They looked so trimmed and proper. So together. "Oh yes so sorry." The man was speaking very kindly and so was the woman. "No I'm sorry I'm just searching for Amber."

My eyes then landed on the teary eyed girl seating on chair. It was Amber. She was sitting on the edge of her seat. Her hair was all over the place and so was her makeup. All scattered and dirty. She was in a grey T-Shirt and sweatpants. It looked like she had been crying for some time. Actually it looked like she was still crying. I had never seen her like this before. She was always in some fancy expensive jacket I couldn't buy not unless I sold my soul. Or in that Mercedes of hers. I wonder what had happened to make her so upset. Something wasn't ok.

The woman then moved back to Amber and then the two began bickering. That must have been her mom and this must have been her dad. The dad just smiled at me as if what was going on behind him was not happening. Amber and her mom were not bickering loud enough for me to hear. Of course. I guess to maintain that perfect image of theirs to go along with their business shirts and loafers. No wonder why Amber was so image obsessed her parents wouldn't even just shut the door in my face to solve whatever problem their having. They were just pretending like everything is good. But I could see how Amber's lips were moving and the anger in her eyes. She looked over to me. It was the first time I ever saw her so vulnerable. The first time I actually felt sorry for her. It was like something changed inside of me.

"The makeup artist wants us to get ready. She says it's the final call." "Oh ok thank you!" Dad was devilishly polite. "Oh wait!" I heard the mom trying to stop Amber. She trying to fix Amber's cried off mascara. She just ended up wiping it all off. Why did the mom care so much about Amber's makeup? Why? Who cares? Amber dashed out of the trailer and shut the door. She stood a couple paces in front me not turning around. "So the makeup artist needs me?" "Yea I made that up." Amber turned around at me pissed.

Wow she looked completely different without makeup on. Tears were still coming out of her eyes. Her shirt was snot stained. I guess her mom didn't notice that. But Amber looked so tired and so broken. I did kinda feel bad for her. "Look I originally came over here to yell at you for holding everybody up. But when I saw your mom...and your dad...and I just thought you needed to get away." I was expecting a snarky comment from her but instead but instead she just looked me and wiped some tears out of her eyes. "Thanks." She was actually being ok. Tolerable. Although she kept glancing to see if anyone saw her. I had an idea.