Disclaimer: Just cause I say they're together doesn't mean they are. And of course I don't own/am affiliated with Ashley Greene and Jackson Rathbone, duhhhh. I wish I was though.
A/N: Another chapter. I've gotten random Jackshley/Greenebone visions lately. The dance is inspired by this youtube video: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=vKbe5oTeflg at 2 minutes and 28 seconds. Please watch it because my description isn't so good. Enjoy and thanks for reviewing! Do you want me to go in order or do you want me to skip to something like the end of filming? I can't think of any memorable Twilight behind-the-scenes things with the two of them, but if you can, leave it in a review and maybe it'll make an appearance! Thanks again!
10 Mile Stereo
by Beach House
The next morning we were supposed to meet in one of the hotel suites toward the end of the hallway on the same floor my room was on. My roommate was Rachelle Lefevre, but I hadn't seen much of her and being so star struck, I couldn't really say anything coherent… Sure, she was no Audrey Hepburn, but she was still a pretty big name for someone who had only done modeling and a few walk on roles.
The night before I wasn't able to sleep, so keyed up on meeting "my hubby" for the movie and his dancing lessons and his smile and his—Kellan had teased me after about how googly-eyed I had been and I hoped it wasn't that obvious. Maybe it was…
When my alarm went off, I jumped out of bed and grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt to accompany me on my way to Starbucks. Fortunately, there was a Starbucks on very corner in the west coast and Portland was no different. I just had to walk outside to grab a venti chai latte and a coffee with milk and sugar for Rachelle—not knowing what she wanted—before heading back inside.
"Morning," Rachelle smiled warmly when I opened the door with my hands full. She dropped the towel she was using to dry her hair and came over to help me.
"I got you a coffee, I didn't know if you wanted something different," I said and copied her grin when she thanked me. "Everyone needs a pick-me-up," I shrugged off the thanks and took my turn in the shower. I was glad I brought my own shampoo from home—pomegranate-scented goodness. The shower and bathroom was pretty spacious and I finished pretty quickly before walking out of the steamy bathroom.
"Ready for vamp-camp?" Rachelle asked, digging through her dresser drawers for clothes although she was already dressed impeccably in skinny jeans and a loose-fitting tank top. I was going to change—
"Uh, yeah, you can head on out without me, I'll be down in another minute," I said, going to my dresser and finding my best pair of jeans and anything to match her casual, yet formal ensemble.
"It's okay, I'll wait," she said, standing up and putting on earrings, tying her perfect crimson curls in a ponytail to push her hair out of her face. She took her coffee and took another sip before flipping through the script. Today was just supposed to be a read-through—for major scenes only—and a quick introduction. We would be going over the filming schedule and everything for the next few weeks.
I changed into jeans and kept my t-shirt, not wanting her to wait anymore and wanting to be comfortable for whatever the day brought. I kind of wanted to look a little cuter than I had yesterday, what with Jackson being at this shenanigan, too, but I was already out the door.
When we walked in, Rachelle was whisked away by Catherine Hardwicke to discuss something important, I'm sure. I glanced over to see Kellan and Jackson in the corner, laughing about a lost punch line. I joined them and said my hellos before taking another gulp of my latte to calm my nerves.
"Ashley, good to see you met Jackson and Kellan," Catherine was behind me with a hand on my shoulder. "I just wanted to talk to you quick about your hair. I already spoke to Kellan and Jackson about their predicament." Kellan laughed and Jackson smiled encouragingly. Somehow I had a feeling this wasn't going to be good.
"As you know, Alice has a pixie-cut, but we have a wig for that," she said and I opened my mouth to protest. I would do anything for the part, even cut my hair to that cut, though I wasn't sure how flattering it would be… "To make it easier for stunt doubles and what not, don't worry about it. I think you just need to cut a good chunk of your hair to make it manageable to fit in the wig."
I gulped another bit of my latte and nodded my head. "How much?" I said like it was a challenge. Kellan and Jackson laughed at my tone while Catherine smiled, uncertain.
"I think six or seven inches, give or take," she said and I nodded eagerly. "Good, okay, we have a hair appointment for the lot of you tomorrow. Nikki Reed will be joining Jackson for the bleaching," she said before bounding off to the center of the room. Bleaching? Ouch.
"Alright, vamps," Catherine practically bounced up and down in the center of the room, waving her arms. "Can we make a circle around me? Grab chairs, couches, cushions, pillows, anything." And so we all did. I grabbed a pillow and put it on the floor next to a chair, but Jackson caught my hand.
"I'm not gunna let my wifey sit on the floor," he said with a smirk, pointing toward his chair. I smiled and thanked him before sitting on the chair in between Kellan and Jackson. Everyone else gathered around our director before she told us to go around the room and introduce ourselves with who we were and who we played.
"Kellan Lutz," he said with a wave. "I play Emmett Cullen."
"Ashley Greene," my voice came off shaky and I hated it. "I play Alice." Why was I so nervous? I finished my latte with another long chug.
"Jackson Rathbone," god, his voice was like honey, "and I play Jasper Hale."
"Nikki Reed," I looked at the devastatingly beautiful actress whom I admired. "I play Rosalie Hale," she said with a smile.
I knew everyone else from my IMDB research, but a brown-haired young man smiled widely before speaking. "Peter Facinelli and I'm your daddy," he said before we all laughed. "Carlisle, I play Carlisle."
"Cam Gigandet couldn't be with us today, but he plays James. He has another movie and so we will be filming his scenes first, meaning the ballet studio scene will start filming and training in the next few days," Catherine explained. "Alright, and you all know me. I'm Catherine Hardwicke, you're director, and we're missing one more-"
Before she could finish, a disheveled looking man came through the door with his head down. "Sorry," his thick British accent was unmistakable.
"This is Rob Pattinson, he plays Edward," Catherine introduced. "You just missed introductions, Rob, but no worries. Take a seat and we'll get started." Edward? Huh, I couldn't see it with the beanie and stubble covering his face.
"Everyone, this is Gretchen Berry," Catherine introduced us to an older looking woman, who had been standing by the door for our introductions. She waved and stepped forward when Catherine waved her over. "Because Stephenie Meyer's vampires are described as animalistic in mind and body, I thought you would all warm up to your characters with an exercise routine where you embody cats."
Kellan bit the inside of his cheek next to me and I knew he was holding back laughter. I glanced up at him and he smirked. I glanced toward Jackson, who looked professional. He didn't show any amusement, but then again I didn't know what he was thinking either.
"Just go with it," she said before giving Gretchen the floor.
"Move all the chairs back," she ordered immediately and we all jumped to obey her threatening tone. She suddenly dropped to the floor when we turned around to see her on her hands and knees meowing. Nikki and I let out a nervous giggle and looked at each other. Of course Ms. Berry followed our laughter and we squeaked, getting out of her way together. This earned some laughter from the group.
"Girls, don't run away from it, embrace it," she said from the floor. "Everyone, drop to the floor and close your eyes." She sat on her knees and Nikki and I slowly lowered ourselves to the floor. Suddenly everyone else was on the floor, too, and we all looked around before closing our eyes. "Alright, now think of a normal house cat walking around the house. Picture that same cat in the wild with its stealth, instinct, and pure aggression…" This was ridiculous.
"Try and embody that same graceful animal. Keep your eyes closed and everyone purr for me." What? Someone purred and everyone opened their eyes. "Good! Everyone follow my movements, make everything fluid," she said before she began crawling across the floor. "Everyone has to do it, ignore your self-consciousness."
And so it began. We all crawled around the floor meowing. I felt ridiculous. It took me a minute or two to get into it. I passed by Nikki, Rachelle, and Peter before I felt Kellan nudging against my shoulder and purring. I hissed at him and he stuck his tongue out at me. "Good, Ashley! Kellan, stay in character," Catherine called from the sidelines. He licked his "paw" with his outdrawn tongue and I smirked before I continued my crawl.
I bumped into another one and hissed, thinking it was Kellan. When I turned to see Jackson, we both looked at each other before we burst out laughing. I fell on my back and he sat on his knees laughing, too. Everyone joined our laughter at how completely ridiculous this all was before Catherine broke us all up. "Alright, alright, let's read through a couple scenes."
The next few days were filled with costume fittings, hair dye, and introductions. I met Kristen Stewart, who would play Bella, and did a couple coffee runs with Nikki Reed and Elizabeth Reaser. It was pretty cool hanging out with The Cullens. It was cool to be apart of them.
I still hung out with Kellan and Jackson, but not as much. That is until filming finally started for the final scene—or one of the final scenes: the ballet studio. We would be harnessed and jump twenty feet off a balcony before we would "save Bella." Sounded awesome!
Once again, I waltzed in with my coffee—now from the hotel since I was too lazy to go to Starbucks on the way to set. After make-up and contacts, I met Kellan and Jackson on the balcony of the ballet studio set. Jackson's new blonde hair wasn't bad and I liked when we all chose to dye our hair and cut it for the character's sake. While another scene with stunt doubles played out below us, we all chatted quietly. That is, until I finished my coffee.
I couldn't stop giggling after my caffeine fix and it wasn't distracting anyone below, so I was in the clear. Jackson sat against the banister, laughing at my compulsive giggles, while Kellan rolled his eyes. I put my coffee down on the floor and stumbled, sitting across from Jackson and leaning my head against the wall.
"She's crazy," Kellan told Jackson as if he didn't already know. Nothing was funny and yet I couldn't stop giggling. I covered my mouth and looked up at Kellan before down at Jackson who was snickering, too. His smile was contagious; I couldn't stop grinning even after my giggles stopped.
"Hey, do you still have those moves?" Kellan asked, raising an eyebrow. I glanced toward him—I'd owe him one later depending on how this went.
Jackson raised an eyebrow and smirked, up for the challenge. "Wifey?" he asked, standing up and offering his hands to help me up. I took them and jumped to my feet before we entertained Kellan with a bit of swing dancing. We would dance at arms length before jumping back in close together and back out. He spun me a few times and my head tried to keep up.
"Show me another dance move," I said mid-step.
He spun me out quickly and then back in, holding me there. "You trust me, yet?" he asked, our faces only inches apart. I froze and nodded helplessly unable to form words. He smirked and nodded. "Alright."
He spun under my arms and then I went under his. Our pace sped up as our arms tangled and we kept weaving in and out of each other's arms before he spun me out and I came back in. He caught my legs in his arms, sweeping me off my feet and swinging me behind his back before my feet landed on the floor and we got back into our dance, but it didn't end there.
He spun me out and back in before he took my waist and swung me on either side of his hips before the middle and held me up to do an-almost-headstand before letting me back to the ground and going back into the normal steps. I let out a huge breath and he laughed when Kellan whistled in awe.
"Still trust me?" he asked as he spun me under his arm again. I nodded wordlessly before we followed suit with the same routine. Yeah, I trust you, a little too much…
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