Acting up

"I hate you!"

"I hate you! Hate you!"

I all but screamed up at him. My emotions were running high I clenched my fist tight not wanting to reach out and slap. At least not yet. But the urge was running high.

"Fuck you!" He bit out at me. I clenched my teeth and barely held back the snarl. Pivoting on my stillettos I moved to get away. To put in as much distance between us as I could... before... before I did something we would both regret.

Two hurried forcefull steps forward and the sharp points of my heel caught in the gap between the floorboards and down I went crashing into the coffee table sending broken shards of china in every which direction.

"Cut!" Yelled out Sam and then I was surrounded by concerned faces and after a cursory check on my foot and ankle I was hauled up to my feet.

"You're all right," I was told. "Lets take a fifteen minutes break then get this shot over with. We're wasting time people. Time is money!"

I limped off after the dissappearing backs of my film crew. This was a low budget cheesy flick. No one wanted to put on more time than was absolutely necessary to dole out the completed flick. The set was empty before I even made it out the door. The glare of bright light was blinding only it wasn't the from the sets as usual but from the sun itself. A sveltering hot day of fourty degrees. It went well with the angst my character was going through. It kept me in character. I stared out at its fiery glare richotting off every shiny surface, crinkling my eyes against its painfull strength. Eyes tearing and perspiring instantly and my inner turmoil was not appeased.

I limped forward cursing Sam and his set. The place was death wish waiting to happen. That was what happened when you tried to make a low budget film. You compromised of the safety of those involved. The set was old. Leased from Warner Brother's with no efforts put in to fix it before shooting. That gap in the floor was just one of many accidents to be that we were warned to be mindfull off and avoid.

I didn't see how I could though. It wasn't as if I could be angry at my co-star and cautious over set pitfalls at the same time. I mean I was good... but I was not that good.

I reached my tiny dressing unit that I shared with ... well all the co-stars and saw the unwanted face of my agent leaning against the door.

"Jeff," I said acknowledging his presence before moving around him to get at the door. I needed out of this sun that was even now melting away my makeup. And even though I knew the caravan would be packed with everyone else already having crowded in, I had no choice..I needed that air conditioning. Pathetic though it may be.

"You should have just agreed to my first choice. Filming porn has to be better than this," said Jeff mildly.

"Is that why you're here? To say I told you so?" I asked angrily. I was hot, in pain and tired. And thirsty. Lets not forget that. I was not about to fight with this mutt in this state. I was liable to cause great injury if I did. Looking at his appreciative gaze lingering on my curves I clenched my hands into fists again. The plus side to all this was that my next shot would nail it.

That is if I didn't fall down and break a limb first.

"But that's not why I am here," he said sighing regretfully at what he considered a waste of my talents. I ignored the sweeping leer he cast down my figure and waited for what he has to say next.

"I got you a new role. Tiny but significant..," he paused for effect. I rolled my eyes at him. "In the new Kohn Meyer film."

I stared at him not realising that my mouth had fallen agape at his words.

"You know the one staring his son, Ashford Meyer," he continued smirking like a Cheshire cat having eaten his fill of cream. He was enjoying my reaction.

"You're fucking with me," I breathed out finally doubting what he said was true.

"I fuck you not, babe," he said smirking then running his eyes regretfully down my curves, he said again this time dissapointedly," I fuck you, not."