Ring! Ring! Ring!
The ringing of a phone rang loudly in Amber's eardrums as she opened her eyes and came to grasps of the real world. She reaches for her phone and put it to her ear.
"Hello?" Amber mumbled into the phone.
"Hi hunnie! How are ya?" Amber recognized her father's loud, booming voice. She looked over to the digital clock on her nightstand.
"Why," she asked, "does my clock say six am?" "Um, is this a trick question?" "Dad!" Amber yelled into the phone.
"What? I was thinking maybe we could spend the day together. You know, go to breakfast, go see a movie," the last part he mumbled fast, "find you a boyfriend."
"Um, what was that last part?"
"Nothing, nothing! So what'dya say hunnie?"
"I have to work." Amber said quickly.
"You're an actress. You have time off a lot."
"I'm filming a movie right now. I have to be on set at eight."
"You're filming a new movie right now? How come you never tell me anything about your exciting life? What's it about?"
Amber sighed. She didn't have time for this. She needed to get ready and go over her lines... "Business. Wall Street. Romance. Look, Dad, I would love to spend a day with you, I really would, but I'm busy. Maybe some other time." Now her dad sighed. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just would like to spend some time with my own daughter, that's all. I'm busy too. Goodbye." He hastily hung up.
Amber stared at the phone in disbelief for a few moments before hanging up. Her father has never acted this way, he's always so... energized and excited about something. He never gets mad, no matter what the situation. Is he really so mad about one day to spend with her? She quickly put the thought away when she realized she had to get ready for work. She got in the shower and quickly gets dressed, then starts skimming through the script. She's staying in the Four Seasons hotel while in New York City filming her new movie Syrup. Her name is Amber Heard, an A-lister Hollywood actress who's been acting since she was 16, much to her father's dismay. Her parents are divorced, since she was little, she has platinum blond hair and green eyes and is often complimented by guys how good-looking she is. She usually does horror films and has millions of fans through out the world. Amber was on her way to the Syrup set a few hours later when her cell phone rang. She hopelessly hoped it was her dad apologizing about his sudden behavior. "Hello?"
"Hey, Amber." She recognized her friend's voice, Vanessa.
"Hey, V- ah!" She dropped to the ground on her butt in cause of someone bumping into her. "Hey, watch it, dumb ass!" Amber yelled without looking to see who it is.
"Oh, sorry. Can I help you?" It was a man's voice.
"No. You've done enough already." She got up and walked away without a glance at the guy.
"Hey, Amber. How are you today?" Odette, Amber's make-up artist, greeted her when she walked in her trailer.
"Fine, thanks." Amber offered her a smile while she settled in her chair. "That's good." Odette was very nice.
Amber sighed as she got settled and opened up her script to start looking over her lines. "Good morning!" Ricki greeted Odette and Amber as he walked in the trailer as well and shut the door behind him. Ricki was Amber's hair stylist. Amber smiled at him and looked back at her script. "How is everyone?" He asked as he walked over to Amber's desk she was sitting at. "Fine," Amber sighed.
"Good! You?" Odette replied as she applied blush to Amber's cheeks. Amber looked up as she did so.
"Good, also. So, we're on a tight schedule. We have an hour to get you ready for these next few scenes." Ricki looked as if he might be worried an hour wouldn't be enough time.
"I'm sure you'll get it done." Amber politely said.
One hour later, Amber had her blond hair straightened and put in a low bun, with make-up that makes her skin look pale and some colorful eye shadow. "You're all ready to go, sweetheart." Odette said. "Your dress is in the other room on the bed."
Amber sighed. "Thanks." She said as she got up and went in the other room to get dressed.
15 minutes later, Amber walked on the set in a white, knee-length dress with three-inch white heels. "Hey, Amber. What's up?" It was Amber's co-star, Kellan Lutz. Amber gave him a dazzling smile. "Hey," she replied. She always got attention among guys. "Not much. Just, um, getting ready for this scene. What about you?"
"Oh, you know, just making life exciting for you."
Amber was confused for a moment. "Um, excuse me?"
Kellan laughed. "Oh, Amber, you don't have to play hard to get. You've already got me." He smiled mockingly.
Amber was still confused. "What?"
"I'm just skipping a few steps here. We become friends, you realize we click in ways unimaginable, you want to be more than friends, we go on a few dates, we're dating..."
Amber widened her eyes and smiled at him. She always got this from guys. "I'm flattered, really, but, um..." She groped for an excuse. "I have a boyfriend," Amber lied.
Kellan's forehead wrinkled. "You do?" He asked in surprise.
"Yeah," Amber said, smiling. She looked beyond him and saw the director waving them over. "Oh, look, we're about to get started." She walked around Kellan toward the director.
Finally, filming wrapped for the day, and Amber was walking to her hotel, when suddenly, she heard her name being called. She turned around and was almost blinded by the flashing of cameras. She automatically held her hands up to cover her eyes from the lights. Cameras. Everywhere. Amber thought. Paparazzi. Amber realized. She then realized someone was gripping her arm and pulling her into the Four Seasons. "Go away!" A man's voice yelled, still holding Amber's arm. They were in the hotel now, safe from the paparazzi. She looked up at him, but didn't know him. He's incredibly gorgeous. Amber thought, taking him in. He had tan skin, deep brown eyes, and dark, nearly black hair which was styled in a near mohawk. She could tell he worked out, from the muscles peeping out from his T-shirt. "Um, thanks, for, uh, saving me out there." She nervously laughed. What? She was never nervous around guys. What makes him so special? She found herself getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes.
"It's no problem. I thought they were going to suffocate you, so I decided to step in. Sorry if I scared you." "No, no, you didn't. Relieved, actually."
He nodded.
"So, um," Amber groped for something to start a conversation with. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Taylor. Taylor Lautner." He smiled a gorgeous smile.
Amber's jaw dropped. She tried to close it before she looked like an idiot. Taylor Lautner. I can't believe I didn't recognize him. How could I not recognize him? Taylor was an actor, also. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you. " She ducked her head, embarrassed.
"It's no problem," he said again. "But I recognize you. You're Amber Heard."
Taylor Lautner knows me? Well, I guess he could have seen some of my movies. "Yes," Amber confirmed. "So, what are you doing in New York City?"
Taylor pursed his lips. Amber realized she was being rude. "Oh, I didn't mean to pry. Sorry."
"No, no." Taylor quickly dismissed her worries. "I'm here for business."
"Oh. Me too."
"I know. I kind of, uh, made you late for your first day."
Amber was confused for a moment and she ran through her memories of her morning. "Oh! You're the guy who... knocked me down?"
Taylor laughed, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that."
"That's okay. Um, sorry, but I'm really tired. It's been a long day."
Taylor's eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, go ahead. Do you want me to walk you to your room?" He's a gentleman, Amber thought. But he has a girlfriend. Lily Collins. I read it somewhere... Wait. Why am I thinking this? He's offering to walk me to my room, not marry me. "Um, sure. That'd be nice." Amber quickly said, giving him a smile.
Taylor smiled back and started walking toward the elevator while Amber quickly followed behind. Taylor pushed the elevator button. The doors opened and they stepped in. "Which floor?" Taylor asked, turning his head to her, his dark, thick eyebrows raised. He's so gorgeous. Amber thought. "Um, third." She quickly said, turning away, not wanting to be caught staring.
He pushed the third button and leaned against the back wall. Amber had her arms crossed and was looking everywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable, not wanting to be alone with Taylor Lautner in an elevator. It was then she noticed it was Taylor that was staring at her. She looked up and met his beautiful, brown eyes.
"Are you cold?" Taylor asked, misunderstanding her posture.
Amber tried to think of an excuse fast. "Uh, yeah. Kind of." She lied.
"Do you want my jacket?" He reached as if to take it off.
She shuddered at the thought of Taylor removing a piece of clothing. "Um, it's not necessary. We're almost to my room." Amber said, shaking her head, and looking up at the 2 on the elevator wall. Man, this elevator's small. Amber thought. The elevator doors opened just then, and they both stepped out and Amber lead him to her room door. She turned to face him. "Well, this is me. Thank you for, saving me from paparazzi." She laughed.
Taylor smiled an amused smile. "It's no problem." He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but closed it. He opened it again, hesitant. "I'm busy tomorrow morning, but do you maybe want to grab lunch with me?" Taylor asked, raising his eyebrows, eyes hopeful.
Amber stared at him. Did Taylor Lautner just ask to have lunch with me? Yes, he did. She scolded herself. Hurry and give him an answer, he's waiting.
"Yes. That'd be... really great." Amber smiled hugely at him.
Taylor smiled hugely back at her. She was so confused. He has a girlfriend! Why is he flirting with me? Or am I misreading his signals? That must be it. I'm so stupid.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Where should I meet you?" Amber said. Taylor thought for a moment. "How about Mariaches?"
Amber had heard of the restaurant, but never actually went. She heard the food was great. "Sure. See you then." She smiled at him and went inside her hotel room.
The ringing of a phone rang loudly in Amber's eardrums as she opened her eyes and came to grasps of the real world. She reaches for her phone and put it to her ear.
"Hello?" Amber mumbled into the phone.
"Hi hunnie! How are ya?" Amber recognized her father's loud, booming voice. She looked over to the digital clock on her nightstand.
"Why," she asked, "does my clock say six am?" "Um, is this a trick question?" "Dad!" Amber yelled into the phone.
"What? I was thinking maybe we could spend the day together. You know, go to breakfast, go see a movie," the last part he mumbled fast, "find you a boyfriend."
"Um, what was that last part?"
"Nothing, nothing! So what'dya say hunnie?"
"I have to work." Amber said quickly.
"You're an actress. You have time off a lot."
"I'm filming a movie right now. I have to be on set at eight."
"You're filming a new movie right now? How come you never tell me anything about your exciting life? What's it about?"
Amber sighed. She didn't have time for this. She needed to get ready and go over her lines... "Business. Wall Street. Romance. Look, Dad, I would love to spend a day with you, I really would, but I'm busy. Maybe some other time." Now her dad sighed. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I just would like to spend some time with my own daughter, that's all. I'm busy too. Goodbye." He hastily hung up.
Amber stared at the phone in disbelief for a few moments before hanging up. Her father has never acted this way, he's always so... energized and excited about something. He never gets mad, no matter what the situation. Is he really so mad about one day to spend with her? She quickly put the thought away when she realized she had to get ready for work. She got in the shower and quickly gets dressed, then starts skimming through the script. She's staying in the Four Seasons hotel while in New York City filming her new movie Syrup. Her name is Amber Heard, an A-lister Hollywood actress who's been acting since she was 16, much to her father's dismay. Her parents are divorced, since she was little, she has platinum blond hair and green eyes and is often complimented by guys how good-looking she is. She usually does horror films and has millions of fans through out the world. Amber was on her way to the Syrup set a few hours later when her cell phone rang. She hopelessly hoped it was her dad apologizing about his sudden behavior. "Hello?"
"Hey, Amber." She recognized her friend's voice, Vanessa.
"Hey, V- ah!" She dropped to the ground on her butt in cause of someone bumping into her. "Hey, watch it, dumb ass!" Amber yelled without looking to see who it is.
"Oh, sorry. Can I help you?" It was a man's voice.
"No. You've done enough already." She got up and walked away without a glance at the guy.
"Hey, Amber. How are you today?" Odette, Amber's make-up artist, greeted her when she walked in her trailer.
"Fine, thanks." Amber offered her a smile while she settled in her chair. "That's good." Odette was very nice.
Amber sighed as she got settled and opened up her script to start looking over her lines. "Good morning!" Ricki greeted Odette and Amber as he walked in the trailer as well and shut the door behind him. Ricki was Amber's hair stylist. Amber smiled at him and looked back at her script. "How is everyone?" He asked as he walked over to Amber's desk she was sitting at. "Fine," Amber sighed.
"Good! You?" Odette replied as she applied blush to Amber's cheeks. Amber looked up as she did so.
"Good, also. So, we're on a tight schedule. We have an hour to get you ready for these next few scenes." Ricki looked as if he might be worried an hour wouldn't be enough time.
"I'm sure you'll get it done." Amber politely said.
One hour later, Amber had her blond hair straightened and put in a low bun, with make-up that makes her skin look pale and some colorful eye shadow. "You're all ready to go, sweetheart." Odette said. "Your dress is in the other room on the bed."
Amber sighed. "Thanks." She said as she got up and went in the other room to get dressed.
15 minutes later, Amber walked on the set in a white, knee-length dress with three-inch white heels. "Hey, Amber. What's up?" It was Amber's co-star, Kellan Lutz. Amber gave him a dazzling smile. "Hey," she replied. She always got attention among guys. "Not much. Just, um, getting ready for this scene. What about you?"
"Oh, you know, just making life exciting for you."
Amber was confused for a moment. "Um, excuse me?"
Kellan laughed. "Oh, Amber, you don't have to play hard to get. You've already got me." He smiled mockingly.
Amber was still confused. "What?"
"I'm just skipping a few steps here. We become friends, you realize we click in ways unimaginable, you want to be more than friends, we go on a few dates, we're dating..."
Amber widened her eyes and smiled at him. She always got this from guys. "I'm flattered, really, but, um..." She groped for an excuse. "I have a boyfriend," Amber lied.
Kellan's forehead wrinkled. "You do?" He asked in surprise.
"Yeah," Amber said, smiling. She looked beyond him and saw the director waving them over. "Oh, look, we're about to get started." She walked around Kellan toward the director.
Finally, filming wrapped for the day, and Amber was walking to her hotel, when suddenly, she heard her name being called. She turned around and was almost blinded by the flashing of cameras. She automatically held her hands up to cover her eyes from the lights. Cameras. Everywhere. Amber thought. Paparazzi. Amber realized. She then realized someone was gripping her arm and pulling her into the Four Seasons. "Go away!" A man's voice yelled, still holding Amber's arm. They were in the hotel now, safe from the paparazzi. She looked up at him, but didn't know him. He's incredibly gorgeous. Amber thought, taking him in. He had tan skin, deep brown eyes, and dark, nearly black hair which was styled in a near mohawk. She could tell he worked out, from the muscles peeping out from his T-shirt. "Um, thanks, for, uh, saving me out there." She nervously laughed. What? She was never nervous around guys. What makes him so special? She found herself getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes.
"It's no problem. I thought they were going to suffocate you, so I decided to step in. Sorry if I scared you." "No, no, you didn't. Relieved, actually."
He nodded.
"So, um," Amber groped for something to start a conversation with. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Taylor. Taylor Lautner." He smiled a gorgeous smile.
Amber's jaw dropped. She tried to close it before she looked like an idiot. Taylor Lautner. I can't believe I didn't recognize him. How could I not recognize him? Taylor was an actor, also. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you. " She ducked her head, embarrassed.
"It's no problem," he said again. "But I recognize you. You're Amber Heard."
Taylor Lautner knows me? Well, I guess he could have seen some of my movies. "Yes," Amber confirmed. "So, what are you doing in New York City?"
Taylor pursed his lips. Amber realized she was being rude. "Oh, I didn't mean to pry. Sorry."
"No, no." Taylor quickly dismissed her worries. "I'm here for business."
"Oh. Me too."
"I know. I kind of, uh, made you late for your first day."
Amber was confused for a moment and she ran through her memories of her morning. "Oh! You're the guy who... knocked me down?"
Taylor laughed, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that."
"That's okay. Um, sorry, but I'm really tired. It's been a long day."
Taylor's eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, go ahead. Do you want me to walk you to your room?" He's a gentleman, Amber thought. But he has a girlfriend. Lily Collins. I read it somewhere... Wait. Why am I thinking this? He's offering to walk me to my room, not marry me. "Um, sure. That'd be nice." Amber quickly said, giving him a smile.
Taylor smiled back and started walking toward the elevator while Amber quickly followed behind. Taylor pushed the elevator button. The doors opened and they stepped in. "Which floor?" Taylor asked, turning his head to her, his dark, thick eyebrows raised. He's so gorgeous. Amber thought. "Um, third." She quickly said, turning away, not wanting to be caught staring.
He pushed the third button and leaned against the back wall. Amber had her arms crossed and was looking everywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable, not wanting to be alone with Taylor Lautner in an elevator. It was then she noticed it was Taylor that was staring at her. She looked up and met his beautiful, brown eyes.
"Are you cold?" Taylor asked, misunderstanding her posture.
Amber tried to think of an excuse fast. "Uh, yeah. Kind of." She lied.
"Do you want my jacket?" He reached as if to take it off.
She shuddered at the thought of Taylor removing a piece of clothing. "Um, it's not necessary. We're almost to my room." Amber said, shaking her head, and looking up at the 2 on the elevator wall. Man, this elevator's small. Amber thought. The elevator doors opened just then, and they both stepped out and Amber lead him to her room door. She turned to face him. "Well, this is me. Thank you for, saving me from paparazzi." She laughed.
Taylor smiled an amused smile. "It's no problem." He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something, but closed it. He opened it again, hesitant. "I'm busy tomorrow morning, but do you maybe want to grab lunch with me?" Taylor asked, raising his eyebrows, eyes hopeful.
Amber stared at him. Did Taylor Lautner just ask to have lunch with me? Yes, he did. She scolded herself. Hurry and give him an answer, he's waiting.
"Yes. That'd be... really great." Amber smiled hugely at him.
Taylor smiled hugely back at her. She was so confused. He has a girlfriend! Why is he flirting with me? Or am I misreading his signals? That must be it. I'm so stupid.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Where should I meet you?" Amber said. Taylor thought for a moment. "How about Mariaches?"
Amber had heard of the restaurant, but never actually went. She heard the food was great. "Sure. See you then." She smiled at him and went inside her hotel room.