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“Maybe.” I couldn’t focus on the book with April talking to me, so I let it close over my finger. Since I hadn’t seen the script, I didn’t know what the movie was about, aside from the description in the ad we’d answered. “Arethere sex scenes in this movie?”
April shrugged.
“With Dean, Wyatt and Isaac? They’d be crazy to waste that kind of sex appeal on something G-rated.” A wild glint appearedin her eyes. “I bet Brooke and Dean are doing itforrealon camera.”
“I don’t think that’s allowed,” I said, but I wasn’t sure if that was true. I’d heard rumors about sex scenes where the actors were actually doing it instead of just pretending. Those rumors sounded far-fetched since the actors weren’t the only people on set, but they were being watched by a whole crew of people who’d simply turned up to do their jobs. But Brooke and Dean were famous actors who were in a relationship. Surely they could kick half the crew off the set and do it for real if they wanted to?
The woman with dark-rimmed glasses returned and April grabbed my arm.
“This is it! It’s our turn!”
But the woman didn’t have her clipboard with her, and instead of reading a list of names, she announced, “Lunch is available in the catering area for anyone who wants it.”
I followed the other extras in the direction she’d given us. The catering area was previously the restaurant at the resort and while most of the original furnishings were gone, they had been replaced by folding tables and chairs, and there was a row of Bain Maries filled with steaming tubs of food.
I hadn’t even noticed I was hungry, but once we were waiting in line behind the buffet, my stomach growled. The selections were far better than I’d expected: massaman curry, roast vegetables, macaroni and cheese, grilled fish, pizza, fried rice. It all smelled delicious and when it was our turn, April and I both filled our plates with a bit of everything.
“Do you think this is the same food that Dean ate?” April asked as she added a spoonful of peas to her selection.
That idea hadn’t occurred to me — I’d assumed we would be kept separate from the main talent, and they’d have their own private catering service. But then I turned around and there they were: Dean, Wyatt, Isaac, and Brooke, all sitting together at atable in the corner. Brooke’s attention was focused on her phone, while Wyatt laughed at something Dean said and Isaac heaped food on his fork.
“It looks like it is!” I stood on my tiptoes, trying to make out what was on Dean’s plate: I was sure I could see pizza.
And then Isaac’s dark eyes found mine. It wasn’t a general glance over the room where his attention panned over everyone, but a direct gaze, like a shooter locking in on his target.
Marina’s words flashed back to me:Do not approach or talk to the main cast unless instructed by the director.
My chest constricted, and I looked away as my heart pounded. Did eye contact count as approaching the main cast? I waited for the inevitable tap on the shoulder from a burly security guard, a strict instruction to leave the set without coming back, but it never came. When I looked up again, Isaac was absorbed in his conversation with Wyatt, and I chided myself for being so paranoid.
They’re just people, I reminded myself. Gorgeous people. Famous people. But still… people who were simply doing their jobs. And who more than likely wanted to be left alone while they ate.
“Look, there’s a spare table right next to them!” April moved between the tables before I could stop her as the people at the table to Dean’s left stood up to leave.
“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath as I followed her, worried she was about to do something stupid. And while she didn’t approach their table, when we sat on the now-empty chairs, April leaned close to my ear and hissed, “I dare you to tell Dean he has a great ass!”
“No way.” I scooped up a forkful of fried rice and ate it. “I’m happy to keep a respectful distance… and my job.”
“It’s not like you’d be unemployed,” April pointed out. “You’d still be working at the cafe, but you’d also have the memory of talking directly to a movie star.”
“If you think it’s worth it, why don’tyoudo it?” I jabbed the end of my fork in April’s direction. “Or even better, tell Brooke that her last movie sucked.”
April looked at the other table, then back at me.
“Okay,” she said, and pulled her shoulders back. But as soon as she stood up, so did Dean, Wyatt, Isaac and Brooke. “Excuse me…” she said weakly, but they walked away without even a glance back. “Well,” she said, as she sat back down behind her plate. “I tried.”
I tried to return to my meal, but an out-of-place object in the corner of my eye made me look back at their table. There was something white under the chair Brooke had been sitting on.
“What’s that?”
April turned and followed my gaze.
“The script!” She leaned down and read the text on the front cover as she picked it up. “Pushing Daisy. Written by Claudia Franco and Donald Meyer. Directed by Preston Bailey.” The bundle of pages was thick, printed on office paper and bound with a plastic coil spine. April opened it midway to a random page and placed it between us, so I could see the text as well.
“Should we give this back?” I asked.
“We will,” April said, in a tone that sounded like she had no intention of doing so anytime soon. “But let’s have some fun with it first!”
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