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I wasn't sure how to tell her about what happened with Stan so even though I wanted to tell her yesterday, I am still waiting for a word back before I drop that bomb.
Though I suppose it wouldn't have been as weird for Carter since all the embarassing stories weren't starring her. She laughed with us and chatted up with Ella most of the night. And when I raced her to her door and pinned her with my mouth, she didn't fight it. From all I could tell, nothing could explain the radio silence.
My phone belted out the only song it knows, a Sunday tradition.
I asked Ella for more advice, something I was getting really fucking sick of doing. I need to man the hell up and ask Carter what is going on, why she is avoiding me like I haven't made her come with my three most skillful body parts.
Ella hangs up, reminding me that she will be out of the country for two weeks on the vacation she and her boyfriend have been planning for months. Without her brilliant brain, I am going to drown in this relationship ocean, clueless as all hell.
Me: Are you going to tell me how I fucked this up or should I start brainstorming stories to tell Ella?
Probably not the best idea to rope my sister into this but hey, maybe she will find it charming and reply this time. If you're going to get ghosted, you should at the very least be given the courtesy of an "I'm not interested anymore" text so you can stop breaking your brain and dissecting every moment of your last encounter.
Ass Istant: You didn't screw anything up, Brett. I have just been a bit busy. When things slow back down, you will be the first to get on my calendar. I promise.
I should probably update her contact name to something less rude, maybe even her fucking name. How did she get so busy overnight? I hope everything is okay with her family, not that she has given me much insight into them or what kind of dynamic they have.
Looking back, I never really asked. Here I go, dissecting shit like a quirky scientist trying to get to the bottom of his research. Fuck, I need to make a plan for how I am going to spend my free time now that the Ovis shoot is over. Sitting alone, looking at the bay, and pondering every dumb choice I have made is bound to be torture.
"That'sawrapeveryone…again,"I announce, glancing around at the crew I had become to trust in the past few weeks. They look different from my position of power.
When Nora emailed me asking if I would be willing to work the reshoot list, I couldn't sleep that night. I lay awake, eyes locked on the ceiling, my dream just a reply away. Yet I couldn't get Brett out of my mind. He would understand the opportunity isn't one to pass up right?
If the tables were turned, I would be logical, and reasonable. But would he?
Then my mind considered that he might not ever know that reshoots happened. If they were asking me, it had to be because they didn't want him to do it. If they didn't want him to be a part of it, I couldn't imagine that they would tell him they were happening. Or maybe he had another job already lined up and it was a scheduling conflict? Would he have told me about an upcoming shoot he would be working on?
Too many factors, and too many balls to juggle. Something was bound to fall, except instead of bouncing away, everything felt like it would shatter on impact.
I have no clue what time my brain finally shut off enough for me to get some sleep. When I woke up, I sent my answer and couldn't look back. Opportunities like this didn't fall from the sky and they for sure weren't something a rookie like me could count on to happen twice in a lifetime.
Luck hit me square in the face that night BK told me to get on set and prove my talent. Now luck was showing off, throwing another magical encounter into my path, testing me. Part of me felt like I was testing myself with the decision I had to make. One that I had made before. Some things never change, and my choice didn't either.
Career before all. That's the way it has always been and I have no plans of changing that.
Reshoots happened so much faster than I expected. We were back on set for three days, one of those even falling on the weekend due to the short time crunch. Lacey was ready as soon as I was and she brought it all, her knowledge elevated from the first round. Her feeling more comfortable with me made it all that much easier.
It also helped that nothing with Theo needed to be redone, their chemistry lighting the pages on fire after we showed them how it's done.
I wanted to tell BK so badly, to see if his face would beam with pride that the combination of my hard work and his mentoring brought me to this place in my career. Maybe I can still get that reaction from him. Now that we have wrapped for the second time, I hope they don't ask us all back here again.
The crew showed up stronger than ever to get these last captures flawlessly. Ovis has to love them. They are everything in my soul poured into chemicals, developing pictures.
Lacey came over, wrapping her arms around me and sharing in my excitement of being done for good. The crew and set are amazing, but it's time for a change.
"Are we celebrating with another wrap party at Orion?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"First of all, that wasn't a wrap party. And secondly, you're not funny," I rebuttal, trying my best to keep a straight face and failing miserably.
"Whatever, is that a yes or no?"
"I don't know that I am up to going out tonight. Do you think the crew will be disappointed if I don't go?"
"Truthfully, I doubt anyone is going out tonight anyways. Our wrap party wasn't even a week ago and if I remember correctly, you and Brett didn't go to that one either."
We didn't. Instead, we spent most of the afternoon and evening learning every inch of each other. Lacey knew what was going on between us and promised to keep it a secret, but we didn't want the rest of the crew finding out and word getting back to Ovis. After all, I was brought on to help his image not taint the few good parts remaining.
"He must be excited you got to work the reshoots solo. Nora must have noticed how great you did that day he was sick."
