Survivors

I walk back into the studio the following morning, wearing something that was actually cuter then yesterday’s outfit. For some reason, I felt the sudden urge to look nice, weird.
I walk through the studio door and head over to where Ethan was standing. “Ethan,” I greet him as I set my purse down and lean against the wall. “Olivia,” he says. “So, we are starting filming today,” I question. “Seems so,” he replies with a casual nod. I smile as the director calls attention to everyone. “I guess I’ll see you on set,” I say over my shoulder as I head over to stand in front of the director. “You too,” he calls back. And I smile again. This boy had smiles just appearing all over me.

“And, action,” the director calls as the first scene starts. The first scene included me walking down a long, dark hallway. A girl named Erica Jones was dressed in her angel of darkness dress, and Jennifer Lopez was dressed in her angel of light dress, but you could only see a side of the back of the dresses as they walked.

The last scene had gone great and now I was doing my scene. “You are being lazy,” the director calls, “you need to seem like you are part of the movie.” I sigh, as I walk back to my starting point wearing an oversized ball gown. God this dress was heavy and itchy! I felt like I was carrying a piece of concrete on my waist! What did they put in the skirt to make it puff out!? “And action,” the director calls again. I slowly walk as a dramatic sound effect sounded when I put each heel down. “Cut,” the director shouts again. I turn around and say in a forced calm voice, “What am I doing wrong.” He huffs and says, “Everything. You’re not walking slow enough, you’re not keeping your hand still, and your posture isn’t straight.” I just give him a forced smile and stumble back to my starting point. If I had to do this a few more times, I would have to have someone carry me back to my starting point.

2 hours & 26 minutes later
Two guys emerge from behind the cameraman and swoop me off the ground, carrying me back to my starting point. The director looks like he is going to blow a gasket. That’s how mad he is. “Why can’t you get a damn scene right,” he shouts in my face as he paces the floor, “you’re terrible. We’ve been at this for 2 hours!” I suddenly feel something snap inside me. We had been at this for 2 hours plus and I had only had a five minute break. And I wasn’t allowed to get out of this dress. Being stuck in something you can barely walk in for 2 hours can make anyone mad. “Well I don’t give a fuck if you think it’s perfect or not. I have been doing this scene over, and over for the past 2 hours plus, and you don’t seem to give a crap about whether I’m ok or not. Well I have news for you buddy, this dress is so fuckin’ tight, and heavy, and itchy and you don’t seem to give a fuck about how sore I am. So how about I tell you all the shit I’m going through so you don’t have to use 10 seconds of your life to ask, because god knows you don’t give a fuck,” I shout at the director. He stands there motionless for 10 seconds before gulping and taking a step back and announcing, “Everyone take the rest of the day off. We will meet tomorrow at 7:00am. I think we all need a break.” I turn on my heel and attempt walking to my dressing room, but end up tripping; I don’t hit the ground though. I look up and see a dimpled face framed by messy brown curls. “Ethan,” I say in surprise as he pulls me to my feet. “Hay Olivia,” he greets me with a smile. “Have you been here the whole time,” I ask. “Only the part where you started screaming profanities at the director,” he smirks. I blush as he helps me walk into my dressing room. “Don’t worry, that guy is an asshole,” he reassures me. “Oh, so we feel the same way about him. I’m glad we’re on the same page with that,” I say sarcastically. Ethan just laughs as he sets me down on one of the chairs in my dressing room. “Hay, um…Olivia,” he says. “Yes,” I say as I turn to face him. “Would you, um…be well, interested in going out with me tonight,” he chokes out. I look at him and lean in slowly. I can hear him take in a breath as I move to the point that our faces are mere centimeters apart. I take a deep breath and lean in farther, until there is no space between us. We are both frozen for a few seconds before Ethan’s lips start moving against mine. I feel heat flow through my body as he deepens the kiss. Then I feel him lift me up slowly so that my legs are wrapped around his waist as he walks to the couch and gently sets me down. He hovers over me and I don’t realize our position until a few seconds later. I scramble out from underneath him and immediately make the excuse of, “I have to, um…get out of this dress because I need to get home and get ready for the….date,” I sputter. He just nods and says, “I’ll be there to pick you up at 6:00pm.” I just nod really fast as he exits the room. AS soon as the door closes, I sink down the wall, ignoring my dress. What was I getting myself into?!

Notes

Sry, late update! my sister is living with me until late February so she's hogging the computer!
sry!