Hello lovelies!! Oh my goodness, I can't believe it's been nearly two months since I've last updated! Terriblely sorry. I've been frightfully lazy the majority of the summer. I did write chapter 25 in mid July and it was like the shittiest piece of crap I have ever produced. I posted it on Quizilla and it rank a 3 out of 5. I never got anything below a 5 (except on one other thing.) But I didn't even need the rating I knew I just hated it. I was so upset I actually cried over it. PMS XD
But I regrouped my thoughts and decided to go in a different direction. If this sucks I don't know what to tell you cuz this is the second I've done it. Ignore what happened at the end of the previous chapter. I don't much like that either and I will be changing it later on.
Well now that I've told you my life's story over the past two months on to the story you actually care about...
A COUPLE DAYS LATER:
The alarm goes off at 5:30 am. I stretch out and whine, turning over. A moment later I force myself to sit up as I rub the sleep from my eyes. Kevin sits up as well, leaning over to look at the clock. "Why is that damn thing waking me up at 5:30 in the morning? I ain't doing nothing today.''
I'm to out of it right now or I probably would say something like, ''So you are? Double negative." "I start video shoot today." I say, yawning.
"Oh yeah."
"Do you want to come with me? You'll get a first sneak peak at the new video.'' I try coaxing.
''I thought I was going to do notthing today, but seeing as you've already awaken me..."
I turn on the light, squinting from the illumination, and get dressed. I enter the kitchen, where I turn on a pot of coffee to brew. I search in the cupboard for my Starsbucks travel mug. It is way up there, out of reach and it's to early in the morning to play Lara Croft. I wait for Kevin to come in and ask him for help- if one could call it that. He holds it aloft over my head. I would jump, but I know it's pointless. "That is such a sixth grade schoolyard bully thing." I tell him. He lowers it a little. I jump for it this time, but to no avail. "Come on! There's no time for this shit. I'm supposed to be at the studio at six.'' He gives me my mug.
"I'm just pullin your short leg."
''I know. But you need to do it another time when I'm not going to be late." I pour some coffee into my mug and stir in some Carmel Hazelnut Coffee-Mate. I put the lid on and I'm ready to go. "Who's driving?"
"Lets see, I've already to you I can't fit in a Matchbox car and you're not allowed to drive the Hummer. What do you think?''
"Duh Duh Dah.''
We arrive at the studio three minutes after six. ''I've got coffee!" I announce when I walk in.
Rick the director overhears. "Oh great, I'll have to cut every five minutes." he jokes.
"Late!" Reves and Jerimah scold simultaneously.
''Not my fault." I detest.
"Come here, look at the set so far.'' Rev chimes merrily as she takes my arm.
"Oh wow! That looks awsome." I look upon a wasteland of dead mangled trees, plants, and flower, frozen in an unforgiving winter of snow and ice. It is one of three sets we will be working on in the next few days. I pitched the idea and it seemed perfect for our song ''Virus." We will be recreating or rather building our own concept of Libba Bray's relms from the A Great and Terrible Beauty trilogy. Our other sets will be the magnificent, lush garden and the baren Borderlands.
"Well we better be getting into wardrobe so we can start filming-I don't know-sometime today.''Jeramiah pulls us both towards the dressing room.
Beth the hair and makeup stylist starts on my hair. My hair is done in a sort of pigtails, but it is wild and tangled as if I am a furocious, untamed creature. My head adorn by a crown of dead flowers. Make up consists of pale foundation-more so than is my own skin tone, dark eyes, spider-like eyelashes and lips almost the color of my face. I am fitted with special contact lens, a milky-blue iris, with black pricking out from around the pupil. When I am finished I ask Kevin, ''How do I look?"
''You actually look kind of scary." he admits.
"I'm supposed to. I'm diseased and corrupt." I turn to look in the mirror and are taken aback. "Whoa, I do look scary!'' smileing after studying myself for a moment. I change into a black sleeveless dress that comes to my feet in many vertically, tattered and shredded layers. I wear no shoes. With that we are prepared for several tedious hours in front of the camera.
SIX HOURS LATER:
It's 2pm and we are finally get a break to eat and rest a bit. "I'm starving!" I announce.
"You haven't eaten anything today." Kevin informs me.
"I know.You have been with me the whole time."
"I really want Subway." Reves comments.
"Me too! ''I spring up in my seat. "But we can't get it. Unless someone go out and gets it for us."
Reves instantly turns to Kevin. "Kevin will you go get us Subway?''
"I don't even know where a fucking Subway is."
"There's one in that gas station. You know the Shell? It's like that way and then that way.'' I say, pointing to the left, then out in front of me.
''Thanks for that.'' he says sarcasticly as he gets up. "And to think I could just be waking upright now. Well rock stars you could actually help by writing down your 'special' needs on a piece of paper."
We write down our specifcations and I hand the paper to him. ''Get me a Sobe Life Water, but don't get Vitamin Water. That shit tastes like watered down Kool-Aid'' He starts turning away. "Or get Fuze. But if you get that make sure it says 'slenderizer' cuz it's only five calories per serving." Kevin rolls his eyes, shoving the paper into his pocket. He leaves and I sit down with a pondering expression on my face.
''What's wrong?'' Reves inquires.
''Forget your banana peppers?" Jeramiah investigates further.
"I don't think, we've even kissed today.'' I tell them.
''Uh-oh. You know what that means." Jeramiah starts."You will be divorced within six months."
"Shut up asshole!" I play punch his arm. ''You just want my man."
"Besides if Kevin were gay he wouldn't want you. He'd go out with his boyfriend Scott Hall." Rev adds, sneering at Scott's name as she does every time she utters it.
"Jealous much?" Jer instigates on her.
Kevin returns shortly. After we eat, we take a bathroom break, get touched up on makeup and get back on the set.
LATER:
The first day of shooting is over and I am greatly releaved as I get out of my costum and into regular clothes. Tomorrow we're shooting the garden, which consists of white attire, light, fresh makeup, and smooth, silky hair. I am exuasted and just want to go to bed. While we driving home, I ask Kevin, ''Why have you not kissed me today?''
"Well the train tracks run both ways honey.''
I am silent. Do people just eventually forget to pay attention to each other? Nah, I think we both were just really tired and I was really busy. We get home and I only take off my jeans before falling into the unmade bed. Kevin turns my chin towards him, kissing me tenderly and deep. With what seems to be my last bit of strength, I return the kiss. I smile faintly before my eyes fall shut.
FRIDAY:
I am just messing around, looking at this and that online. I've already checked everything out on Youtube and all that. I decide to head over to to see what's going on the "other side." I take a look at the schedual. Smackdown..at UCF Arena? Today?! I wonder why my parents didn't tell me they would be coming back to Florida in about a week. I remember that my mom called last week, but my phone was ruined (no thanks to Rev.)
Kevin happens to be alseep. I leave him a note that says I've gone to Rev's (still my house too) to pick up some things. I grab my coat and get into my car. While I am listening to Shinedown's Devour, I think deeper about why they did not tell me . Maybe that's why mom was calling. Of course they have other means of getting ahold of me besides my cell phone. The most probable reason: I am a reject now. Now? When haven't I been?
I arrive at my desitnation way earlier than I wish. I get out of the car and start walking towards the building. I look up at the venue as if it is a monster from the black abyss, ready gobble me up. I dig my hands deep into the pockets of my black, knee length coat. A harsh world blows, pushing my fur-lined hood onto my head as I take on more moment to wonder exact what it is I'm doing and hope to accomplish by being at a Smackdown arena.