Chapter one
"We're just going for a more grittier, realistic Bond, that's all" I heard my director say to my protesting co-worker Jack.
"Realistic? I jumped from a fucking boat awhile ago-." He claimed.
I had to get out of there, not only did we all spend six months of filming in various exotic - not to mention hot and sticky - locations, but they made us spend four of those months training for all the crazy stunts me and Jack were lined up for. I mean yeah I'm ecstatic to be in a bond movie, and yeah I know people would kill for the part, but all the aching muscles and pointless arguments over how to shoot the scenes was getting ridiculous.
I love acting, always have. I've never actually been in something as big as 'Bond', but ever since I was a little girl, it was always one of my dreams to kick ass in the middle of a dessert in a cocktail dress and 5 inch heels.
After I graduated from my home town in forks, I always wanted to live in a big city with bigger opportunities. So I made a couple of phone calls with my older brother Emmett, and in no time we shared an apartment in LA together. A couple of weeks later I got a depressed phone call from my best friend Alice, saying that her plans for fashion world domination had been unsuccessful and she needed a place to stay.
Anyway, Alice was soon moved in, and my frantic job search began.
As any non-trained want to be actress starts off with a modeling career, which mine lasted two years, up until six months ago when I was recognized by some new upcoming director, his exact words where that I had an 'old natural beauty' which translates as no work done. And I was soon cast as the new bond girl.
When they first told me they were considering me for the part, all I could think was 'why me?' and 'I look nothing like a bond girl' with my plain brown hair and same dull brown coloured eyes, and my non-existent LA tan, if it weren't for my hair colour I could pass as albino.
No matter how much I convinced myself that I could never pull it off, my friends and pretty much the whole crew thought otherwise.
So here I am, in the parking lot of another Hollywood film studio trying to find some peace at 7:30 am, when all of a sudden my eyes were blinded by bright white flashes-
"WHAT CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT THE NEW BOND FILM-?"
"ISABELLA, ARE YOU LINKED WITH YOUR BOND CO STAR JACK?"
Arhhggg
Paparazzi, those noisy little fucktards.
The one thing I hate most about the whole fame thing was that I never get any privacy, every time I go shopping with Alice we end up leaving early because of the dammed paparazzi tracking us down, and asking crazy questions like:
"Is this short woman your lover?"
and,
"Are you running away together?"
Alice was the only one who enjoyed the attention, stopping to pose in the frozen food isle while grocery shopping.
She said that it was a good way to get recognized by the fashion world as Isabella swans 'lover', only kidding, but there was a full page spread on my love life or rather lack thereof.
As soon as my newly delivered body guard, Jake, got me inside away from prying eyes, I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and was told I could head home and come back later on to do a stunt retake.
Great