The next morning I woke up and saw Ann up and changing into a real pretty dress.

"Morning sleepy-head," Ann greeted me. "I was just about to wake you up. I'm supposed to go down below and meet the rest of the crew."

"And what, you need me for moral support?" I asked as I pulled out a red dress and changed into it.

"Nice dress." I commented. "Where did you get it?"

"Oh, well, just between you and me," Ann whispered, "it belonged to the girl who was originally supposed to be starring in this movie."

"Oh." I said as I combed my hair out and put it up in a tight bun.

"Ready?" Ann asked.

"I guess." I replied.

Ann walked out into the hallway and followed her down a set of stairs and into a small room full of working men.

"Good morning Ann," a sort of pudgy short guy said to Ann. "

"Good morning friend." he addressed to me.

I looked at Ann and she smiled at me to keep my spirits up. I didn't like this guy already.

"Alrighty, let's meet the crew…" the pudgy guy said.

He went through a bunch of names and pointed at each individual person.

"Not a whole lot of people working on this thing are there?" I whispered into Ann's ear.

"Shhh." She shushed me.

I then heard Ann talking to a guy with a hat on and glasses. She acted as if she knew him, and she kept on addressing him as Mr. Driscoll. I looked behind her and saw a scrawny tall guy with black hair and five o'clock shadow standing behind her.

"Uhh Ann?" I said, but she paid no attention.

"Ann?" Carl said interrupting her, "This is Mr. Driscoll."

Ann slowly turned around and turned a bright red.

"And this is Jessica." Ann pointed at me obviously trying to get the embarrassing moment off of her. I gave a little wave.

"Ann," Carl said, "why don't you and your friend go back to the room. We'll send you some breakfast up, and then afterward you might as well start getting ready because around noon we are going to shoot the first scene."

I was out before he even finished his sentence.

"Sorry about that." Ann said to the men in the room. "She just gets a little nervous unless she is in front of people she knows she'll never see again."

And Ann followed.

At noon, Ann promptly went up stairs to the upper deck to shoot the first scene, and she asked for me to join. I told her to go ahead, and I would be up as soon as possible.

Now, I was pondering on whether I should go up or not. I knew that Ann wanted me to watch, but I would probably get in the way.

Finally after seconds thought, I grabbed my fur lined coat and went to the upper deck and to the bow of the ship where I heard a large crowd talking and saw a large group of men each doing something that had to do with some form of filming equipment. Some of the men I recognized from the room earlier such as the camera man who I think was called Mike or something similar, and I saw standing next to Carl the guy called Preston.

I walked up next to Preston and stood silently watching as Ann got up next to the rail with another guy who was actually pretty handsome. Ann looked great just as she usually did, and she waved to me when she saw me. I waved back and hit the guy Preston in the arm.

"Sorry." I said.

"It's alright." he replied.

"I don't think I caught your name." I said to him. He turned slowly as if wondering whether I was talking to him or not.

"I-I'm Preston." he answered softly. "I'm Carl's personal assistant.

I smiled at him politely. He was kind of cute in a nerdy hot way. His glasses made him look really smart and his wavy hair looked good with his facial profile.

"QUIET ON THE SET!" I heard Carl shout from next to Preston. The voices stopped buzzing and I could hear a camera rolling.

"ACTION!"

The two people at the railing started talking, but I wasn't paying much to the dialogue they were sharing. I was watching the sea and the blue waves as one rolled after another. It was beautiful to look at and I couldn't seem to myself away from the view.

The scene ended and Ann made her way over to me.

"So how did I do?" Ann asked as she pulled me over to the railing.

I didn't quite seem to hear her. The sea seemed to be singing a lullaby that was putting me to sleep. Or maybe I was being delusional.

"Jessica?" I heard Ann's voice calling to me. Each time I heard her calling me, her voice seemed to be farther and farther off until suddenly, her voice became clear and I was called out of my trance.

"Jessica?" Ann said sounding clearly worried.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"I thought you were gone or something," she said putting a hand on my shoulder. "I asked how you thought it went?"

"It looked great." I replied. "Can't wait to see it on the big screen."

"Oh, won't that be exciting?"

"Yeah." I replied not even sure what I was saying.

"Great job Ann." Came a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Carl standing there with Preston at his side.

"Thanks Carl." Ann said.

"And excuse me," Carl said looking at me, "but I don't I believe caught your name."

"Jessica Davison." I said.

"Carl Denham." he said shaking my hand. "You're a privileged young woman Ms. Davison. You get to see this spectacular film filmed first hand."

"Great." I said with phony enthusiasm. "Ann I'm going back to the room. I have some things that I can get to work on now that I have all this free time."

"Ok. I'll come down with you, I need to put something warm on. It's getting chilly up here."

I walked down with her and half listened to the details of the scene she had just acted out with some actor called Bruce Baxter. Now where had I heard that name before. But my mind was on other things.

When I was looking out at the ocean, I had this weird feeling that danger was approaching. It was far off, but it felt like we were very slowly approaching it.

Finally when we reached the room I collapsed on the bed and got out my notebook and ink pen that I had gotten in New York before I left. While I started writing, Ann was behind a screen changing.

"What do you think of this?" Ann asked stepping out from behind the screen. She was wearing a green gown with a fur coat over it.

"Are you doing another scene?"

"Yeah. I have to do a scene where I play hard to get. Really weird since that Mr. Baxter is really...well... weird."

I chuckled. "So now you're realizing that show business is not all what you thought it was?"

"Well, it's now what I imagined, but it's a lot of fun. Really."

"Whatever. You better get up there before what's-his-name comes down here looking for you."

"Alright, I'll come back down when I'm finished. What are you going to be writing anyways?"

"I'm going to be working on some songs."

"Ohhh, you'll sing them for me won't you?"

"Of course. You had better go."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye."

Finally, I had the room to myself. I work under these kind of circumstances when I'm writing songs. My songs are some of my most prized possessions. I scattered the papers around me on the bed, and picked one of the many sheets of paper and started to write. As I wrote, I sang the words and the tune that they fit to. I wasn't much of a songwriter, but I had my good ones.

After twenty minutes I had completed the one I worked the most on. I picked it up and started to sing to it to check my work, unaware of the fact that the door had been left wide open.