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“That was fantastic!” the director says. “I love it. I can work with it. Let’s block the next scene, shall we?” To me, he adds, “Keep it up, kid. You’ve got the chops. Now let’s show everyone just how good you are at using him.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say with a smile. Not all directors are quick with compliments, and I’ll take this one to heart.
We manage to get through a few more scenes with just a few takes by using my new trick of pretending Candy doesn’t exist. Since she disappeared for an hour and held things up, Candy has a few scenes she’s in alone with her friends in the movie, so I get a break for a little while. I sit just off to the side and watch because I enjoy seeing other people’s strategies. The other girls in the movie are fantastic. I ignore Candy, obviously.
I pull my phone out of my jacket pocket and make sure it’s completely on silent. I know that Candy is full of shit, but she implanted a seed of doubt in my mind. I open my messages and text Malia.
Malia’s response takes a few minutes.
I sigh. I never should’ve bought Candy’s lies. This is who she is as a person.
I smile at my phone.
My heart pounds in my chest.
I laugh, earning me some looks from the cast and crew standing around watching the filming.
“Sorry,” I say. “My friend said something funny.”
No one is all that interested, and I try to keep my outbursts to myself. I’m not trying to ruin the film.
I write
“We need you back on set,” one of the assistants says. I sigh and tell Malia it’ll have to wait, tuck my phone back into my coat pocket, and head to the set to pretend to love Candy some more. It’s truly torture.
The rest of the day is hectic. Despite Candy putting us behind with her coffee escapades, we end up ahead of schedule due to a very long day of hard work. I don’t mind it so much because it’ll give us some easier days in the future, but I’m exhausted when it’s just after midnight, and I’m finally getting in my car to head home.
I know it’s late, and I should wait until morning, but I’m too excited not to text Leila. I wanted to do it during filming, but I didn’t have another chance to take out my phone after my conversation with Malia. That’s how crazy things were on set.
I toss my phone on the passenger’s seat and drive home. Once I’m at the house, I zombie-walk to the shower to rinse off the sweat, grime, and makeup from today. I don’t look at my phone again until I’m climbing into bed, not expecting to have any messages anyway.
To my surprise, there’s one from Leila lighting up my screen. She must’ve been up late because she texted me within minutes of my original message. I curse myself for not checking earlier and then read her message.
