A/N: This story is NOT a fanfiction of the actual movie, it's an OC of the MAKING of the movie, but it takes place in 2014 (just because I have no idea how things worked in the 90's) but everything else is completely accurate... in my mind. XD PS: Just so you know, all of the pictures used are headshots of Callie.
Callie's POV
"Wow," was all I could say the whole car ride here. It was my first day in LA for the movie, Hook. I was a child actor and this was the first movie I would be in. I was so excited. For my first movie, it was a pretty good one. I would get to meet Steven Spielberg, Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman, Julia Roberts and Bob Hoskins. I would also get to meet Charlie Korsmo, who I thought was a total 'cutie' at the time (to use my own words). Anyway, I had just arrived at my hotel in Los Angeles.
"Cal, come with me," mom said. She hopped out of the car and walked up to the hotel. I thanked the man who drove us from the airport and followed my mom. Some other guys took our bags out of the car and brought them up to our room. I followed mom to the check in desk, where she stood, talking to the guy at the desk for a good fifteen minutes before we walked away to the elevator. Our room was really high up (necessary security standards, mom said) and when we got there, I said, 'Wow,' again. The view was amazing. The room was huge, more of a suite.
"Have you forgotten how to say anything except 'Wow?'" she asked. I nodded. "Well, you'd better fix that before shooting starts next week, or else Steven will have to cast a new Hartlyn Banning." I laughed. That was my character, and I loved everything about her. She had sass, spunk, and an awesome name. How cool is 'Hartlyn?' Remind me to thank Steven and the writers for that later. Mom had her own room with her own bathroom. Our bedrooms were connected by a door. We each got a TV, a mini-fridge, and a balcony. I sat on my balcony for a few minutes, overlooking the beautiful beach right across from my room in the middle of the day, sun shining down on the already-tan bodies of the Californians who froliced in the sand, a warm breeze hitting my face every few moments.
"I can't believe we get to stay here for a whole year," I said.
"I can't believe it, either," Mom said, walking outside with me. "What are you most excited about?"
"I don't know. There's so much to be excited about! The whole thing is so overwhelming." I had to stop and take a deep breathe. I pinched myself (something I'd been doing a lot today) just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "I guess I'm most excited about this movie. It's got a great script, a great storyline, and me!" Mom laughed at this.
"You are a great actress," she said. I smiled and blushed.
"What are you most excited about?" I asked her.
"Being a stage mom," she said, sarcastically. I laughed. "I guess I'm most excited to see you be happy, and to see you on the big screen," she said. "Oh! And I'm excited to meet Robin Williams!" I laughed again.
"Mom, you know he's married, right?" I asked.
"Oh, I know, but a girl can dream," she said. I laughed again. Mom had had a crush on Robin for as long as I could remember. I almost gasped at my own thought. Robin. I no longer thought of him as 'Robin Williams,' just Robin. We weren't strangers, we were castmates. Well, I hadn't even met him yet.
When our luggage got to the room, mom helped me unpack some of my stuff before she got a phone call. When she came back into the room, I was on the edge of my seat. When she answered the phone, she used the voice she only uses when talking to Steven (I did it again! Not Steven Spielberg, just Steven. Casual. Calm. Cool. AHHH!), you know. The mom voice. Everyone's mom has it. The voice your mom use when she's talking to a stranger. The fake voice. You know what I'm talking about, right?
"Who was that?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Steven Spielberg," she said.
"Mom, you can just call him Steven."
"Okay. Steven. Wow, that's fun!"
"I know, right!" I said, and we both had a small feeling of 'Wow, we're so cool.' She cleared her throat.
"He wanted to know if you memorized your lines of not, and I told him we did, most of them, anyway."
"This early? We just got here and shooting doesn't start til next week. He knows I only need a few days to memorize my lines, not a whole week."
"There are going to be a lot of kids in this movie, honey. He just wants to make sure he doesn't have any issues with lines." she said. I sighed. "Anyway, he said it's great that you know most of them, and he said to keep practicing and memorize as much as you can. A lot of the cast still isn't here yet, but when people start to get here, he said it would be a great idea to practice with them."
"That seems like a fun idea," I decided. She smiled.
"He said there is no date to be off book by, just as long as you don't have to bring your script to shooting," she said. (A/N: I will be using actor terms in here, but I'll define them for you. The 'book' in 'Off Book' is the script. When you are off book, you don't need the script. The director might set a date for you to be 'off book' by, and by that date, you have to have your lines memorized). "Also, he wanted to organize a staff and cast party sort-of-thing for the adults, like Robin and Dustin and everyone so that we could get together before shooting and he asked if I'd like to be there. I said yes. It's tomorrow night," she said. I smiled. I was glad mom could have as many fun opportunities as me.
"When will I get to meet the cast?" I asked.
"I dunno. Maybe we can walk around the hotel and see if we spot anyone," she said, joking.
"No way! That's creepy! Even if we do see someone, we can't just go up to them and be like, 'Oh, hey, I'm gonna be in the movie with you! Let's hug!'" I said. She laughed.
"Well, you don't have to hug them," she said, going to her room and unpacking her things.
"So where are we shooting first?" I called through the door to her room.
"Well, we're only staying in LA to shoot two scenes, the rest are going to be shot in the studios in Culver. I think we're going to shoot the baseball game first," she said. "Then, the play scene at a high school and then we'll be moved to a new hotel in Culver."
"Oh, cool," I said, slightly disappointed that we wouldn't get to stay in LA.
"So, anyway, I was thinking, since we only get a week and a half in LA, we should have as much fun as we can. Wanna go out to dinner tonight?" she asked. I nodded, then remembered she couldn't see me.
"Yeah! Can we go swimming, too?" I asked.
"You read my mind," she said, walking into my room with her bathing suit on. I laughed again (so full of laughs today) and rushed to put my bikini on. I got a towel, sunglasses, my phone, my script (practice makes perfect), and some sunscreen and put it all in a beach bag, (even though we were going to the pool).
When we got to the pool, the first thing I saw was a little girl (about six or seven) jumping around as her mom put spray-on sunscreen on her.
"It's cold!" the girl complained.
"Now, only five minutes in the pool, and then you have to get out and-" the mom said when she was done putting the sunscreen on her.
"I knooooow!" the girl interrupted, running and jumping in the pool. He mom sighed, when she saw us, she raised her eyebrows. She looked us up and down, as if she could tell we weren't from California. Was it really that obvious?
"Hello!" Mom said, sitting next to the little girl's mother. I smiled and sat, too.
"Hi," the girl's mom said.
"I'm Jessica," my mom said.
"I'm Trinity," she said, shaking my mom's hand. "That's my daughter, Amber."
"She's very cute," I said. Amber had long, honey-colored hair and blue eyes.
"Thanks you," Trinity said. "What's your name?" she asked me.
"I'm Cal-"
"This is my daughter, Calista," my mom said.
"Moooom," I said. She knew I hated when she used my full name. I like Cal or Callie better.
"Wow, that's a very pretty name," Trinity said. I blushed.
"Thanks."
"Amber! Out of the pool, please," she called to her daugher. "This is how I bribe her," she whispered to my mom. She mom's brows furrowed, but we suddenly understood what she meant when she pulled a (surprise, surprise) script out of her bag. Amber sighed loudly.
"If you practice this scene with me, you can go back in the pool," Trinity said.
"Fine," Amber said, annoyed. "Daddy, lets go home. Please? He's just a mean old man without a mommy," she said.
"Yeah, dad, let's go. He can't hurt us anymore," Trinity read.
"Come on, dad, don't be as bad as him," I said. Amber and Trinity looked up at me. "Sup, little sister." I said to Amber. She laughed, then she looked me up and down just like her mom did a few minutes ago.
"I like her," Amber decided.
"Well, good, because you're stuck with us for the next year," my mom said. Trinity laughed.
"Cool. Now we've acquainted 2/3 of the Banning kids! We just need one more and we'll be the three musketeers!" I said. Amber gasped.
"I'm so excited about meeting Charlie. He's soooo cute," she said. I laughed. Seven year olds with crushes were always adorable.
"I know, right!"
"He's going to play your brother," my mom said, slightly freaked out.
"Oh, I know, but a girl can dream," I mimicked what she said earlier. She laughed.
"Alrighty then," she replied.
"Why don't you girls go play in the pool for a while?" Trinity asked. I looked at Amber, Amber looked at me, and we both bolted off to the pool as fast as we could. We jumped.
"CANNONBALL!" We screamed and whoosh. The cold water hit me hard. I opened my eyes and saw Amber laughing underwater. It felt like we were already family.