The Act

1 Frustrated

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Kellin's pov

Being an actor can be frustrating, I'm good at memorizing my lines. It's other people that makes it frustrating. They make us run each scene hundreds of times because of other people.

Not me.

I'm actually good at this. I've been acting my whole life. My parents are actors so they included me in it all. Pretending to be someone else is natural to me.

However these idiots mess everything up over and over. I let a frustrated whine as the director tells us to restart the set. I get back in spot and so does everyone else.

"Action!"

I walk to the middle of the room and abruptly stop when I hear the knocking at the door. I turn slowly and look at the door with a frown. "I'm tired of you playing pranks on me, I'm not scared," I say putting my hand on my hip and giving a 'I'm so done with this' look towards the door.

The door bursts open and Vic walks in. He has a bloody axe in his left hand and has fake blood and good quality makeup on to make him look more murderer-ish.

I make sure to look terrified of him. "Alex! I know you cheated on my sister!" Randy yells, well thats his fake name.

I stumble back and he starts aggressively walks towards me. "Randy!? What the hell? Is that- oh god," I say and he tackles me. This is the worst part. He gets on top of me drawing back the axe to try to kill me aka Alex.

"Cut, I figured why I didn't like it," the director says. I roll my eyes and Vic helps me up. We face the director and he looks vic up and down.

"He's shorter than Kellin, that's the problem," he says to the producer.

I look at Vic and he looks a bit upset. We've been working on this movie for three weeks and haven't made much progress.  "Vic come here," he says and Vic does so.

"Take 10," he calls to everyone. This sucks. I'm thirsty, to solve my nrw problem of dehydration, I walk over to the kitchen. Water bottles are in the refrigerator so I get one and start drinking some of it.

A guy who is only in one scene walks in looking bored. No, scratch that. He looks high. I roll my eyes at him but he doesn't see. He's looking over the script.  

He glances at me but doesn't say anything and looks back at the script. Wait, what the fuck? Why isn't he praising me? Is he not a fan? I'm confused by him now.

Everybody always bombard me with questions and compliments.  I don't like him, he's weird. He has lots of tattoos from what I can tell. It's hard to really see but by the tattoo on his neck and knuckles anyone can guess they are all over his body.

Attention seeker..

He puts the script down on the counter and looks at me again. He looks me up and down and I frown. Why is he looking at me like that?

"You're really a girl," he says and I look at him offended and scoff.

"What the fuck, don't talk to me man," I say leaving the rude guy. Clearly he hasn't seen my last movie, I had a stupid scene where I had to change my pants and shirt. They wanted me to have a nude scene but I disagreed.

"Asshole," I hear him mutter to himself about me. Please let this guy die in a fire before next rehearsal. I do not want to ever see him again.

The director walks in and looks at me and then the stoner. "Who are you?" He asks and I try to leave but he signals for me to stay.

"I'm Oliver Sykes, I play the bartender."

The director looks him up and down. "Take off your shirt," he says to the actor with a small roll. Why would he want him to take off his shirt? Is he going to have a shirtless scene?

Oliver nods a bit before taking of his shirt. Anger and annoyance fill me up, he's undeniably hot. All attractive guys are assholes, I should have figured.

He looks like he works out daily. He has abs.. I roll my eyes at him and look at the director. He looks to be thinking.

"Would you like a bigger roll?" He asks and I'm annoyed the director wants me to stay here.

"Yeah, who do you have in mind?" He says and I'm hoping its nobody I interact with.

"Randy: brother to Alex's girlfriend, aka the one who goes crazy and murders almost every," he responds and I feel myself getting even more frustrated.

"So I'm going to have to redo half of my scenes because vic isn't tall enough? This idiot doesn't know any of Vic's lines," I complain and the director hardly acknowledges me.

"Vic will be teaching him the lines over the week and the next week you'll help him, after the holidays we will resume with a fresh start," he says and I glare over at the guy. This is going to suck.

"Is this 100%, should I forget my bartender lines and start working on Randy's?" He asks and I frown at both of them. Please say no, say it's not definite.

"Yeah, I was thinking about it for a while. But if Vic says you are no good I'm listening to him so impress him," he says. "Kellin, stop being such a drama Queen. And for God's sake read the whole script," he says and I roll my eyes.

I purposely don't read the second half of the story because I don't want to be thinking about the end while working on the beginning.

"Are we free to go?" I ask looking at the exit door.

The director likes me for some reason so I get away with a lot. He's even paying me extra because I didn't really want to do this movie. Scary/thriller movies aren't my favorite.

"You can," he says to me. "I need you to come here," he says to Oliver and we separate ways.

Time to go home.

That's the first chapter ♡♡♡ how did you like it? (This is probably the lamest opening but idc my next story will be better)