Put On A Show (Rewrite)

Chapter One : Lights

A low whimper escaped your lips as you felt your back make contact with the rusted colored bricks. Your left hand flung up to your shirt and tried to pry the hand of the man who was holding you, but the force of him slamming you into the wall once again disoriented you enough from continuing.

"What did you just say to me? Huh?" The man growled as he leaned his face closer to yours, you searched for some sort of remorse that may have lingered in his bright blue eyes but found none.

"N-nothing!" You finally manage to squeak out before attempting to free yourself from his grasp once more. "Just let me go! Please!"

"Nope." He let out a dark laugh and licked his lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Not this time, sweetie." Your eyes grew big as you noticed him dip his free hand into the pocket of his varsity jacket and pull out a pocketknife. You instantly froze, fear paralyzing both your mind and body.

"Cut!" Claps erupted from the various crew members who stood around the set. Eric, your co-star, released your shirt gently and lowered you down onto the ground once more. He looked over your body with a frantic expression.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked. You let out a laugh and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"No, not at all."

Eric let out a relieved sigh as a smile overtook his features.

"Great job you two." The director, Terry, approached you both. "Even though I saw miss l/n here forget her line for five seconds. She pulled a smooth recovery, though." You shot Terry a glare, but the smile on your face was evident of your true feelings.

"Hey! It's hard to remember lines when you're being held onto a wall."

"Excuses, excuses." Terry waved off your comment. You rolled your eyes and continued on the conversation.

"Are we doing anything else tonight?"

"Why, got a date?" Terry asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Yeah, with my couch and bowl of ice cream."

Terry glanced down at his watch but shook his head.

"Nah, it's late. I think we're just going to just call it a night and pick things back up tomorrow."

You nodded at that answer.

"Alright, I think I'm going to get ready to leave and head out. I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

Both Eric and Terry said their goodbyes as you passed them and headed towards the dressing rooms. Thankfully, yours was the first door.

When you walked into the room, a familiar sense of comfort rushed over you. Over the years, your dressing room had become somewhat of a second home to you. During the first season, the room was bare with only a couch and a mirror. However, now almost six years later, the room was covered with decorations and held some of your favorite items inside of it.

You turned on the television set that sat in the corner of the room, only to turn it off again when you realized your face was on the screen. It was a cameo you had done last year in a zombie film. You let out a sigh as you traversed through the room and went over to the dresser. Although you had a clothing rack near the mirror, that was reserved only for clothes you would wear on set. The dresser held some of your actual outfits, just in case you decided to change into sweatpants or something while waiting for your scenes to begin.

You pulled open one of the drawers and took out the outfit that you had arrived in. However, before you could put it on, a knock could be heard at your door. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you shuffled over to it. When you opened the door, your eyes instantly narrowed at the blonde-haired man now standing in front of you.