AN: It feels so good to be writing again! Thanks to everyone who gave good reviews and put either me or my story on alert. This story is going to be longer than I thought and Puckabrina in yet still the future, but you just have to go along with where your ideas take you.
Sab POV
I sucked in a deep breath, exhausted and, yet, exhilarated. It had been a long week to be sure, with all of the filming, memorizing lines, and enacting the scenes, and, more than that, reliving my own life, my own mistakes. But, in another way, it was fun.
Filming was surreal—the sets and props people got everything just right, and the whole thing was so…accurate. Also, my family was always off to the side, watching and beaming. Strangely enough, though, Puck didn't stick around for the river scene. I wasn't sure how the people set it up, but it was so cool.
I smiled at the sleeping forms in the room, hearing their different sounds. Puck and Daphne competing for the loudest snore, Red making the barest hint of sound.
I fluffed my pillow, letting me fall into the realm of sleep. I deserved it.
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I awoke to banging sounds—more specifically, pots and pans. The one wielding these weapons of sleep disruption was Granny Relda. I sat up in bed groggily. "Granny, you're givin' me a headache," I muttered, barely comprehensible.
"Sorry libeling, but we got a call from Michael, and you know how your sister is," she replied brightly. I groaned, falling back against my pillow. Was there no rest in show business?
I grumpily prepared for the day, nudging Daphne along when she seemed in danger of dropping back to sleep. We were off at a slow beginning, but, eventually, we were off.
Puck and I argued the whole way to the studio, and a little bit more.
Our arguing kept me from thinking, but suddenly I had a horrible thought. They'd filmed the first movie without me, and we'd just filmed the second one. That meant….uh oh. Daphne was going to have a field day with this.
I tried not to groan or look green as Michael approached us, but based on the worried glances I received from Mom and Dad, I wasn't succeeding at the latter (AN: the latter meaning looking green, in case you didn't know).
I imagined the boy playing Puck. He was, to say the least, flirtatious. I couldn't help wondering if this was the reason the actress formerly playing me became, ahem, unavailable. Puck was going to be unmanageable, his ego affected in unexpected ways.
Oh yes. This movie was going to be the worst one yet.
