Staring at this blank page is a little scary. Overwhelming as i've said before. Having no idea
what to right is making it worse. Hmm. Thinking of what to write is a little difficult. Something
original. Unique. Something good. Something I'd enjoy reading. Sould I do another 'Real World' piece?
But what would I write. Oh well. I'll just do a little improv (a word from my musical theatre class.
doesn't apply to writing but too bad, okay?) i don't own the show. don't sue. thanks.
Real World 2
Kept Secrets
Jackie gazed at the script in front of her. Her eyelids threatened to close. A crash from somewhere
behind jolted Jackie back into awareness. She gripped her coffee like it was her last cup. Spinning
around in her seat, Jackie glared at the group of people behind her.
"Will you PLEASE stop with the noise? Unlike some of you, I have work to do." Jackie shouted. She
turned back around and took a swig of her coffee.
"Whoa, Jackie. A little edgy today." Chris smiled his beautiful smile as he sank down in the folding
chair next to Jackie.
"A little." She replied sharply. Chris raised his eyebrows.
"Is something wrong? I mean, it isn't everyday you lash-out at the cameramen." Chris turned to
face Jackie.
"Yeah I guess something is kinda bothering me."
"Well..?"
"I heard you were...That you were talking about leaving the show. It's just been bugging me."
Jackie glanced away. She wasn't going to tell Chris that Caitie seeming to have a crush on his
character wasn't just good acting.
"I..uh..yeah but it's no big deal. Just talk. You know how it is." Chris said softly. The chemistry
between the two actors was undenialable (spelling). He would never admit it and neither would
Jackie. But it was still. They both could feel it. The electricity threatening to spark. Perhaps
secretly, both were wisher it would.
"Sure. Just talk. Gotcha." Jackie said quietly. She rose and walked away. Chris stared after her.
Shawn and Reagan sat together in the EMS station. Actually it was more of a shell. When the two
looked to their left, cameras and directors were visible. It was a strange feeling, being watched
like that. It might have been hard for other people to pretend the cameras and lights weren't there,
but it wasn't for the young teens. They were actors. It was what they did.
But now, no one was to be seen. Shawn and Reagan were alone, rehearsing for tomorrow's scenes. They
were seated across from each other, on top of boxes. Both had thick, white scripts on their laps.
Reagan exhaled before she began.
"Look Tyler, I don't need your help. I know what I'm doing. It's been an off week, okay?" Reagan
read, trying to add a bit of Val to her words.
"I understand. Everyone's been having a bad week. But I think you need to calm down. Caitie really
needs you." Shawn said. He looked up at Reagan.
"Caitie's fine, so am I. Back off...Val exits right. Tyler sits for a few seconds. Black one. End
scene 4." Reagan smiled. "Well, that seems okay. Do you think we should go over the scene with
Chris. I'll go get him." She stood up but Shawn grasped her elbow.
"No don't. That scene might be cut out. Uh, this may be his last show if things don't straighten
out." Shawn explained. A frown fell over his face.
"Really? So soon? I wish they would just tell us what's going on. Leaving us in the dark is unfair."
Reagan complained. She perfered to know what was going on with the show.
"Yeah. I feel bad though. I've known Chris for a long time. I'd hate to see him gone." Shawn
said sadly.
"Me too. I feel worse for Jackie. The two have always had a little thing for each other." Reagan
and Jackie may not have been as close in real life as they were on the show, but they were still
friends.
"Maybe he won't leave. I'm hoping things will turn around...from where ever they are heading." Shawn
said. Reagan nodded. She glanced up to see Jackie walking away from a confused looking Chris.
"Uh-oh." She whispered.
what to right is making it worse. Hmm. Thinking of what to write is a little difficult. Something
original. Unique. Something good. Something I'd enjoy reading. Sould I do another 'Real World' piece?
But what would I write. Oh well. I'll just do a little improv (a word from my musical theatre class.
doesn't apply to writing but too bad, okay?) i don't own the show. don't sue. thanks.
Real World 2
Kept Secrets
Jackie gazed at the script in front of her. Her eyelids threatened to close. A crash from somewhere
behind jolted Jackie back into awareness. She gripped her coffee like it was her last cup. Spinning
around in her seat, Jackie glared at the group of people behind her.
"Will you PLEASE stop with the noise? Unlike some of you, I have work to do." Jackie shouted. She
turned back around and took a swig of her coffee.
"Whoa, Jackie. A little edgy today." Chris smiled his beautiful smile as he sank down in the folding
chair next to Jackie.
"A little." She replied sharply. Chris raised his eyebrows.
"Is something wrong? I mean, it isn't everyday you lash-out at the cameramen." Chris turned to
face Jackie.
"Yeah I guess something is kinda bothering me."
"Well..?"
"I heard you were...That you were talking about leaving the show. It's just been bugging me."
Jackie glanced away. She wasn't going to tell Chris that Caitie seeming to have a crush on his
character wasn't just good acting.
"I..uh..yeah but it's no big deal. Just talk. You know how it is." Chris said softly. The chemistry
between the two actors was undenialable (spelling). He would never admit it and neither would
Jackie. But it was still. They both could feel it. The electricity threatening to spark. Perhaps
secretly, both were wisher it would.
"Sure. Just talk. Gotcha." Jackie said quietly. She rose and walked away. Chris stared after her.
Shawn and Reagan sat together in the EMS station. Actually it was more of a shell. When the two
looked to their left, cameras and directors were visible. It was a strange feeling, being watched
like that. It might have been hard for other people to pretend the cameras and lights weren't there,
but it wasn't for the young teens. They were actors. It was what they did.
But now, no one was to be seen. Shawn and Reagan were alone, rehearsing for tomorrow's scenes. They
were seated across from each other, on top of boxes. Both had thick, white scripts on their laps.
Reagan exhaled before she began.
"Look Tyler, I don't need your help. I know what I'm doing. It's been an off week, okay?" Reagan
read, trying to add a bit of Val to her words.
"I understand. Everyone's been having a bad week. But I think you need to calm down. Caitie really
needs you." Shawn said. He looked up at Reagan.
"Caitie's fine, so am I. Back off...Val exits right. Tyler sits for a few seconds. Black one. End
scene 4." Reagan smiled. "Well, that seems okay. Do you think we should go over the scene with
Chris. I'll go get him." She stood up but Shawn grasped her elbow.
"No don't. That scene might be cut out. Uh, this may be his last show if things don't straighten
out." Shawn explained. A frown fell over his face.
"Really? So soon? I wish they would just tell us what's going on. Leaving us in the dark is unfair."
Reagan complained. She perfered to know what was going on with the show.
"Yeah. I feel bad though. I've known Chris for a long time. I'd hate to see him gone." Shawn
said sadly.
"Me too. I feel worse for Jackie. The two have always had a little thing for each other." Reagan
and Jackie may not have been as close in real life as they were on the show, but they were still
friends.
"Maybe he won't leave. I'm hoping things will turn around...from where ever they are heading." Shawn
said. Reagan nodded. She glanced up to see Jackie walking away from a confused looking Chris.
"Uh-oh." She whispered.