Day 2
Oblivious (flashback - Emily)
"Are you kidding me with this traffic? Holy hell!" Emily burst, wriggling in her seat. The car was hot and stuffy, and Emily felt cramped. She jiggled her legs around.
Travis laughed; then sighed. "The TBS people are going to kill us. I tried calling to reschedule, at this point we might as well head for the airport and back to LA, but no one is picking up at the office. They're gonna be pissed when you don't show."
"Well, they're the ones not answering their phone," she huffed petulantly. "I mean really, who in this business doesn't answer the phone? Or at least pay someone to answer the phone." Stupid TBS. Getting us stuck in this never-ending... "What is this anyway? I tried checking Google maps on my phone, to see when this traffic lets up, but I don't even have service out here. We've practically fallen off the map!" she said exasperatedly, shooting Travis a pointed look.
"Hey, that motel was very homely. You even got recognized a couple times," he teased.
She smacked him in the arm. "Oh, shut up." She fiddled with the radio station. "Come on, come on, Taylor Swift!" she muttered. Travis groaned. "I'm sorry, but everything out here in the BOONIES," she said sarcastically, "is country. If I'm gonna be trapped in here, I might as well jam out to my girl T-Swizzle, and blast you with as much estrogen as possible." She tapped her chin with mock seriousness. "It's too bad there's so little room for danc- oh! Yes!" She turned the volume up excitedly and whipped her hair around, belting out with the radio: "Can't you seeeeee that IIIII'm the ooooone who understands you..."
Travis put his head in his hands.
