Heavy breathing, heart pounding at an alarming deadly rate, sweat pouring, darkness. Only the sound of a muffled Congo drum beating a steady rhythm could be heard. The smell of musky sweat, wild flowers and hint of strawberries invading the senses. A feeling of euphoria washing over, tingling, darkness is driven away to the colorful burning light of joy. fire exploding from within... silence. Peace. Pure untainted uncharted bliss. Frozen nothing moves, this moment is filed into memory. The night everything changed. The night the word LOVE was broken down, dissected, analyzed and materialized into a second skin. The night the blinders were lifted and true beauty beyond the flesh was manifested and shone brighter than any sun. The night I felt the full embrace of heaven. This night I, Sam Evans made Love to my co-star, my best friend, the love of my life, my rock, my air, my heart. Mrs. Mercy Evans.
Two point five years prior
"Is that really what you think of me Troy? Seriously?! Its like you don't know me at all!? Why do you always have to be so rash and quick to judge without knowing ALL of the facts!?" (stalks off in a huff, arms in the air in a fit of anger and disbelief) {continues with back turned on marker x}
"What the hell do you expect me to f***in believe Alicia!? I walk in and you're hugged up with Jr Captain America pretty-boy over here and I'm just supposed to ignore it and play witless wonder?! (Storms over outraged) {moves closer with intimidating stance to marker Y}
"Its called a WARM GREETING! Geeze! Get out'cha feelins' for 10 seconds and sit on an iceberg, cause you know you DO NOT want to go down that road with me." ( turning to the left, heavy side eyeing, arms folded offensively) {prepare to move to the counter}
(Grabs her arm imploringly) {side step blocking her path to the counter, marker Z} "Wait wait wait.. look, I'm sorry! I just (pause) I just don't want you to get hurt, I really care about you." (Gently caresses her right cheek)
Loud gasp, {slap}
"CUT!" what tha? SAM!? (snickering and little laughter)
"What?! I was just following the script!" Sam defended innocently.
"Wrong "cheeks" buddy" Mercy said thru clenched teeth.
"Trying to cop a feel on the sly Evans?! Can't say I'm mad atcha, dat azz is a wonderfully sculpted piece of art" Artie strode in assessing his actors.
ADub productions was in the process of wrapping up the final on location scene for its hit series SimplEXity. His two stars, who had mad chemistry, f**k gold these two right here were triple platinum fosho, the only downside? They were seemingly always on each other's nerves on AND off set. If it wasn't one it was the other.
Arthur Abrams, CEO and active producer (because if you want something done right, ya gotta do it yo damn self) has been in the business a fairly short while but at 28 he has most def etched a name for himself in many house holds, his brilliant visions could be seen on the big and small screens. Artie knew the recipe for epic entertainment and he loved to deliver freshly baked hotness to the masses. His greatest achievement is his TV series that's been on air for the past two and a half years. He had called in a favor for a screen testing of two of his friends he ran with in college. They all went to NYU together. So when he came up with the concept of the show it was a no brainer who he wanted to get to play his stars. The two most entertaining, talented people he knew, Sam and Mercy.
Samuel Evans, Actor, CG Animator , model Age 27 6'1" serial dater, southern charmer, secretly in love with his long time friend but refuses to give in to it. Sam met Artie during his Junior year of college; they were teamed up on a art project found when they discovered they both shared a deep unnatural love of online gaming, the rest was history.
Mercy Jannelle Jones, Actresses, vocal coach, singer-songwriter Age 28 5'3" anti-dater sarcastic Diva. Gorgeous woman who men drool over not only for her outer appearance but her charming personality and "secret" love of online gaming. She met Artie thru Sam. Sam and Mercy have been semi good friends (let her tell it) since Freshman year after her interest was peeked hearing a heated group debate about Call of Duty at a freshman mixer for students of the arts.
"I can't keep telling you bro, you have to follow the script or MJ will channel She-Ra and Be all "By the power of greyskull" on dat azz." Artie jokingly scolded.
"Hey, I saw an opening and I went for it, thought we had creative input to addlib every once in awhile." Looking over smugly towards his irate co-star. Sam was known for his off script shenanigans on the show, more often than not he received fan request from Mercy's fans asking how soft that marvelous azz of hers really is. It's a miracle she hasn't taken him to the carpet about getting all grabby every chance he got.
"Fosho, fosho you can add all you want, it keeps our viewers happy, but uhh, just try not to get killed in the process." Artie chuckled leaving Sam with a fist bump.
"I can't BELIEVE this simple mothasuka tried it AGAIN! His Casper the friendly Ghost lookin azz better be glad I went to church last night and got me a shot of JESUS! Artie!?, I'm telling you, he has one more time. ONE.!" Mercy sneered with her finger pointing to the heavens for strength.
"Hey, hey.. Merce babe, he didn't mean any harm!? You KNOW that kind if slip up just boost the ratings. Come on, you know that fool is just trying to catch a laugh not a case." Artie slithered on his charming smile taking Mercy by the hand, putting his other arm around her shoulder, walking her back towards the set. "Look you two, let's just put this incident behind us and get the last shot of the season, and AFTER you two can hash it out. Time is money and all that yack yack. We gravy?" He asked as he set them back on their markers.
"But Art..."
"Merce I'm..."
"ACTION!"
Things had been going the same way for the past two years, Sam trying to sneak a feel and pretending it was innocent for laughs and Mercy going off the rails pretending she hated when he did it. From the outside looking in, you would believe them both, but to those on the inside looking on, THAT was a different story.
