So I have a pretty good idea of where I want this to go, but tell me if there's anything specific you'd like to see in future chapters!
While Jack left to arrange dinner, Alex sprawled out on the couch and opened the file. He started reading through the profiles of the director, cameramen, makeup artists, and everyone else who would be running around set all day.
It was deathly dull work, and finally Alex caved and flipped to Megan Fox's profile. He spent a good 15 minutes reading information that Perez Hitlon would kill to get his hands on and drooling over photos of her in Maxim. He turned to Edward Norton, of American History X, and felt like he had died and gone to heaven—he was spending the entire summer with his idols and who cares if there was a drug ring involved?
His good mood was quickly deflated as he turned the page and saw Rose Leiton's profile. He knew her name, and recognized the picture as the mini Britney Spears who his best friend Tom was obsessed with—and saw very clearly why. She was hot, with long dark hair and blue eyes. The picture he was looking at was the poster he had seen often over Tom's bed. It was a good photo—the photographer had captured her in the middle of a gymnastics routine—but that wasn't what caught his attention.
Her profile note said: 14 years old. Don't know who her supplier is, but most likely someone close to her. Possible options: Father, chaperone, gymnastics instructor, tutor, bodyguard, agent?
Alex was disgusted. He read through the rest of the profiles and memorized the head cameraman, his boss's, stats and information. He wasn't expected to know anyone else, and he sure as hell didn't want to think about that girl Rose's life, which would probably end with a drug OD given to her by someone who swore to protect her.
Alex had arrived on set three days ago, and quickly realized that being an intern to the head cameraman really didn't mean much more then janitor. He hadn't had time to build up friendships yet, so he had no idea about the inner workings and drama on set. Tonight was the meet and greet party of the cast and select crew before principal photography began and he would start blending in. He headed over to the lounge to clean up a spill—apparently Megan Fox was quite the little brat. Shame.
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Rose heard her phone beep and closed the textbook with a snap. She had told her friend Amber to text her when her costars arrived, and sure enough the text message read: OMG. THAT'S ALL IM CAPABLE OF SAYING RITE NOW. OMG!! AND OME—ROBERT PATTINSON'S HERE TOO!! HUNNY GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!! IM FAINTING!! AND WE HAVE SOO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.
Rose allowed herself half a minute of freaking out as she walked through the set, past her dressing room and Hair & Makeup, through the wide double doors and into what used to be a cafeteria and was now the lounge. A quick sweep of the room told her that sure enough, they were all there: Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, Daniel Radcliffe, Megan Fox, and yes, Robert Pattinson, as Clint Eastwood and her chaperone, all gathered in the middle of the room. Aware that every eye was now on her, Rose smiled sweetly and walked up to the little gathering.
Where is Amber??
"Hi, I'm Rose. I'm so excited to be here!"
Oh, crap… do I sound as ridiculous out loud as I do in my head? Yeah, probably. Whatever—Mrs Henderson told me to be cuuuute. To start with.
"Rhose, dahhhhling, lets introduhhhhse you to everyone….!" Mrs Henderson, Rose's chaperone, beamed.
Crap. She's buzzed already? Its barely 2 in the afternoon. She must really be stressed.
"This, of course, is Brad Pitt."
Brad smiled and held out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you. You are THE celebrity in my house—my kids don't stop watching Ryan and Co."
Wow, thanks, Brad. Bring up that awful DCOM. Still, nice guy—but god your old!
"It is soooo great to meet you!"
Its official—they can all legit think I'm your usual teenage fangirl. How embarrassing. No offence.
"And Edward Norton…"
"Nice to meet you."
"Oh my god, you too."
Might as well lay it on thick. But anyway—I like this Edward Norton. He talks to me like a person. How odd….
It's a shame that he kind of looks like a rat without all the special effects. I wish I could tell him politely that he should keep his The Illusionist look—ahh well.
"Daniel Radcliffe."
"Hello, Rose."
"Hi Daniel."
Seems normal. Short, though. Shame….
"Megan Fox."
"Hey, hun. How are you? We're going to be bessssssst friends.."
"YAY!".
Alex, unnoticed in the corner, laughed quietly.
Who just laughed? Never mind. Oh my god—I'm not 4! Apparently shes such a brat. Not that believe everything I hear. But the tabloids have it right quite often…
Damn. Mrs Henderson's giving me the Look. She's not my mom. Enough.
"Robert Pattinson."
Why is Mrs. Hendersons giving me warning looks. What does she think I'm gonna do, start jumping up and down and shrieking?
"Hey."
Fine, maybe she's right to give me a warning look. I don't want him to hear my American accent! Crap. He already has. Just not directed at him. Ok. I'm Rose Leiton. I can do this…
"Hi, how are you?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I want to die. His hair is hot.
"And hi, Boss, how are you?"
"Hello, Rose."
Clint kinda looks like he wants to laugh. Is he seriously the only one? And where the hell is Amber? And that blond boy in the corner is hot…whoa—what is there to smirk at?
Alex watched the scene unfold in front of him. Up close, he could see Rose was hot in real life, not just airbrushed. He saw her eyes sweep the room a split second before that cutesy smile came on her face, and laughed at her response to Megan. He noticed how she called Clint Boss—but everyone did. Their eyes locked for a second and he smirked at the look on her face—she looked surprised, and maybe a little interested.
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