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We reached the trailer part of the shoot where the producers and the ‘stars’ were. The commercial had actually managed to get some fairly big names, from what I heard. Not A-listers, but definitely some solid C-listers whose stars were on the rise.
Maybe, if I made a good enough impression on them, they would recommend me for future projects. Another chance to network was a chance to network, after all, even if I was trying not to get my hopes up.
But even as I tried to be logical, I couldn’t help but let a few dreams run in the background of my head. But all of that faded as a familiar face exited the costume trailer, laughing with what I guessed was a PA.
“Mickey?” I asked, mouth going wide in shock.
Had he followed me here? He had seemed so cool about everything. But was that just hiding a stalker? I couldn’t deal with an MMA, pseudo famous fighter being some sort of creepy shadow to me.
“Amber?”
Nope, he looked just as surprised as I was sure I did, eye wide and eyebrows shooting up towards his scalp.
“What are you doing here?”
“I got hired as a lead.” He shook his head and seemed to recover a bit, a broad grin growing across his face. “Are you… are you doing the stunt work for it?”
But I was not nearly so pleased.
“Yes! My team is working here. This is what I was so busy on.”
“Oh man. This is a strange coincidence.” Why was he smiling so hard? This was annoying. I didn’t want him around distracting me like I was liable to be around the muscled man. I didn’t want people to see our matching rings and start asking questions.
And a quick glance to his hand showed that he was indeed wearing the ring. Why was he wearing the ring!? I mean, sure, I was, but that was because it had a massive stone in it that made me nervous. His was just an intricate, clean looking band. And wasn’t he a fighter? What kind of fighter wore jewelry on his hands?
“Well, I look forward to working with you,” he extended his hand and I was again reminded of what they felt like as they glided over my form. Fighting off a blush, I gave him a nod and then looked to the assistant.
“Grab Mr. Dirussi’s costar and then take them to the field where we’ll be doing A-reel. I’ll meet you back there.”
“Yes ma’am, of course ma’am.”
“What’s a matter?” Mickey asked, laughing only slightly bitterly. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Yeah. Of course. Thrilled.” I sighed and rubbed my face. “Let’s just keep this professional, okay?”
“When am I not professional?”
“I…” I just didn’t know what to say. I was aware that I was maybe being a little unfair. After all, Mickey and I had been friends for over a decade, but I wasn’t used to mixing work with my personal life, and currently the MMA fighter was very, very deep into my personal life category. “I’ll catch you in a few minutes.”
I walked off quickly, contented when I heard the assistant ask Mickey to follow him. As for myself, I headed to my company’s tent, hoping to pull myself together.
It wasn’t that I was freaking out, except for the fact that maybe, internally, I might have been freaking out a little. And I knew there was no reason to. It wasn’t like Mickey was going to do anything that could possibly jeopardize my career.
…on purpose.
There was always room for error, wasn’t there?
That thought both made me nervous and incredibly frustrated. I worked so hard to maintain control over my sets considering I was a plus sized woman working in a size-discriminatory field. I didn’t like that having Mickey there made me feel less in control. It sucked. It sucked majorly.
Well, he was the lead, however, so I would just have to get over it. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a water bottle from one of our coolers, chugged it, then headed right back out.
To his credit, the assistant did have the two leads in. I was surprised to see the woman looked to be some sort of athlete. While she wasn’t quite plus sized like me, she certainly was much thicker than all the models and actresses I was used to working with. People who were rarely above a size 00 but were supposed to be able to have the same strength as a bodybuilder. That was nice. I hadn’t been expecting that.
“Hey there,” I said, walking up and shaking her hand. She was very pretty, but I could tell from the way that she moved that she had the strength and grace of someone who was very good at whatever sport she was a professional in. “My name’s Amber Shelstein. I’m here to walk you through your blocking before we get to your choreo. Have you done any sort of cinematic fighting before?”
