AllFreeNovel
Share Us
KYLA
Our second day on set was shaping up to be much like the first. April and I arrived at eight fifteen as instructed, had our names checked off by the woman with the clipboard, and were directed to wait in the same room we were in yesterday.
It might have been just as boring, except now we had Brooke’s copy of thePushing Daisyscript to keep us entertained.
“Oh, Tom,” I said, leaning back in my chair with my hand to my forehead. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“Who says?” April said, in character as Tom. She held up the script and was reading from the page. I, on the other hand, had the script memorized from reading it the night before and recited the next line without skipping a beat.
“I do.” I sighed dramatically and rolled my eyes. “We’ve been driving and driving… and for what? Why do I feel like no matter how far we travel, we’re going nowhere?”
It was one of my favorite lines in the movie and I loved saying it.
April, as Tom, dropped the script on her lap and folded her arms.
“You don’t like my company?”
She raised an eyebrow and gave me such a serious glare that I burst out laughing.
“What’s that?” Jamie asked. My laughter had sparked her attention, and she leaned over to examine the script. Her eyes widened when she realized what it was. “Shit! Where did you get that?”
“Nowhere.” April closed it and shoved it behind her back, although her waist was so slim that one corner still poked out.
“No, really!” Jamie looked at the script like it was a big, juicy hamburger and she hadn’t eaten for three days. “Can I see it?”
I looked at April and she looked back with wide eyes. A vision of the script leaking on the internet from an “anonymous source” flashed in my mind, and I knew I couldn’t give it to Jamie. She seemed nice, but how could I know she wasn’t going to sell it, or tell the woman with the dark-rimmed glasses that we had it and get us fired?
“I don’t think I should share it — it’s not ours.”
“Well, duh.” Jerome pointed to the name printed on the cover in ballpoint pen:Brooke Hayes. “Where did you find that?” His green eyes widened. “Did you steal it?”
“Of course not.” I couldn’t believe he would suggest such a thing. What kind of celebrity stalker did he think I was? “We found it.”
Jamie gave Jerome a smug look.
“Oh yeah, where? In Brooke’s trailer?”
I blinked, confused.
“Her trailer?”
“All the lead actors have trailers on site so they can rest between takes,” Jerome explained. “Out near the golf course parking lot. Haven’t you seen them?”
I hadn’t. But that wasn’t the point.
“I didn’t steal it.”
“Yeah, well, you should give it back,” Jamie said. “They keep the plot secret, and take any information leaks ultra-seriously.”
My blood ran cold. What if the woman with the clipboard came in and saw us holding the script? What if I left it on the roof of my car when I was driving home, or at the cafe when I stopped in to pick up another book?
I felt like I was holding a live grenade.
We had to get rid of it.
I could tell April was thinking the same thing. She grabbed my backpack and shoved the document inside it, before fastening the zipper and clutching the whole thing to her chest.
“I still don’t think youfoundit,” Jerome said with a sniff. “Brooke’s a professional actress — as if she’d leave her script lying around.”
