Follow The Sun {Liam Hemsworth}

A Little Something Called Luck

Four, five, six... Oh heavens, how in the world did I fit so many bags in my car? How am I supposed to know which ones to take inside? I heave what I believe are my two most important bags out of my car and sling them around my shoulders. I really should get a golf cart or something to carry all of these or else my muscles are going to be bulging by the time this movie is over. I push my way through the double doors leading into the building and stumble inside breathlessly.

Directly in front of the doors, an overweight man in a police uniform is sitting behind a small desk and reading a newspaper. He doesn't look up when I walk in. On the desk, I notice that there's a couple sheets of paper so I'll probably have to give him my name so that he'll let me pass. I realize that I have no idea where I'm going, so I decide to ask him if it says anything about that on his papers. Either way, it looks like I'll have to pass through him first. I approach, sit my bags on the ground and exhale tiredly.

"Hi, I'm Vivianne Hartley, I'm part of the costuming team here. I was also just wondering if any of those papers say where I'm supposed to go."

"Name?" He doesn't look at me still.

I stare at him and laugh a little, even though nothing was funny. When he doesn't laugh with me, I stop smiling. "You're joking, right? I just told you my name like thirty seconds ago. Do you even listen?" The man shifts in his seat, growls and finally looks up from his newspaper at me. "Look kid, I can't let you in without a name, alright?" He sounds only half as annoyed as I feel.

"Vivianne! Vivianne Hartley!" I repeat.

"Not on the list." he says without looking.

"You didn't even look. I am part of the costuming team and I'm pretty positive that it wouldn't be in your newspaper."

I reach over the desk and snatch the newspaper out of his hands, ripping it in the process. He sighs as if the world was just dropped on his shoulders, which I'm sure would suck for him since it doesn't look like he does much else besides sit on his butt all day. "Ma'am I'm going to need to ask you to leave." he responds. Just as I open my mouth to say something else snappy, another voice cuts in. "Excuse me. What's going on here?" a voice says from behind me. I turn around and see Gary Ross, the director of the movie. I explain as Gary walks forward.

"This is Vivianne Hartley, most talented cosmetologist and designer in North Carolina. You take that tone with her again and you will never work for another movie set in your life. Are we clear?"

The man clears his throat and nods. "Yes sir." he mumbles. Gary picks up on of my bags effortlessly and motions for me to follow him so I do, giggling all the way inside. "First, one of my actresses comes down with pneumonia and then our security takes distasteful tone with my crew." He shakes his head as he walks at a moderate pace down the hallway. Gary stops in front of a door and stares at me for a moment. Just when I begin to get a little weirded out, he speaks.

"You do have quite the personality. Tell me, do you have any experience with acting?"

Taken by surprise, I stutter my answer. "J-just drama club in high school, but I hardly th-"

"Great! You're hired! You'll be playing Clove, I'll show you your dressing room."

Gary turns and leads me further down the hall but I protest. "Gary, this role is meant for someone with experience that I don't have!" I exclaim. "On the contrary. That personality I saw back there is exact." he says, without looking back at me. I nearly have to run to keep up with his fast pace. "Yes, but I wasn't acting then." I explain, jogging after him. The director stops abruptly in front of a gray door and turns to me.

"How difficult is acting when all you have to do is summon emotions that have already been felt?"

I don't respond so Gary smiles, opens the door for me and motions through the door. I give in and go inside hesitantly. The sound of the door clicking shut makes me nervous because I was hoping that Gary would stay for a bit longer. A head peeks out from a smaller doorway toward the back of the room. "Hello darling, you must be the new Clove." says a woman as she comes out of the doorway and approaches me. "I guess so." I sigh. The woman circles me. "I'm Vivianne." I introduce myself, following her with my eyes.

She stops in front of me again and moves forward. I think she's reaching out to shake my hand and give me her name, but instead she reaches out with both hands and grabs my face. Another woman comes out of the room in the back and acts like it's a normal thing to grab strangers' faces. She quietly begins to plug in flat irons and curlers. The first woman releases my face and smiles with straight white teeth. "You're a beauty!" she says looking into my green eyes.

"Danielle, come look at her perfect skin!"

"Flawless." says the quiet one after examining my skin.

I mumble a shy thank you and blush. "I'm Danielle, this is Sophie and somewhere back there is Annie. We're your costuming team." Danielle says, even though I already heard Sophie say her name. "I'm Vivianne." I say again. This time I don't offer my hand, learning very quickly that these women aren't very big on formal introductions.

"We must get started." Sophie says. "We have some work to do if you're supposed to look awful."