Lights, Camera, Hairspray?
Oh god I'm so happy! I got nothing but rave reviews! You like me, you really like me!!! A lot of thank you's and hugs and shout outs to everyone who reviewed! Sorry, but I won't write any yaoi because I suck at it and I have no privacy and with people looking over my shoulder while I write…well, I'd get freaked out. I might just use that someone getting sick…not sure who to torture though. By the by, Duelist Demon- don't hurt me I got the second chapter up! Maybe I'll throw in a few pink bunnies! If you see asterisks, those are names that I made up. Just random people, because I felt bad not naming them.
Tristan stepped through the doorway into the dimly lit, yet extremely popular, coffee shop. Most of the tables were full and people were chatting and enjoying their coffee, but one girl sat in the corner booth quietly watching the scene of people. Her black turtleneck and long jeans made it easy for her to blend. He made his way to her booth and sat down across from her.
"Hey little sis," he smiled as she pushed a coffee cup to him.
"You're late big brother," she smirked sipping her drink, "what took so long?"
He sighed stirring his drink and blowing it off, "Sierra* snagged me right as I got to the door. Complained how I need to act more like Joey's friend than mentor." He took a long drink making his throat burn, "Double shot espresso mixed with a green tea."
"I still can't believe you drink that concoction," she smiled scrunching her nose. "Just leave me with a Frappuccino mixed with a hot chocolate and cappuccino." She breathed in the steam from her before laughing, "At least mine smells decent."
"So what's on the agenda for the week?" he asked gulping down more of the ht liquid. "How's the job suiting you?"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't rub it in, I thanked you profusely for getting me the damn job so back off! On the other hand, I only get to design the 'people monsters' as they put it."
Tristan thought about the next shooting session, "So you don't get to design the monsters like the dragons and junk?"
"Nope," she pulled a folder off the floor next to her and opened it up to a certain page pushing it across the table. "Like this, that Dark Magician." The page opened had a rough sketch drawing of the popular Dark Magician card and a colored version below. Both were in the same action pose the TV viewers usually saw.
"Can't believe how good you are at this!" Tristan gaped flipping through the pages. "I mean, I've met some of these guys and there isn't a detail you didn't get!" He flipped the page to the Cyber Soldier, the card he would have to play in the Bakura episode. "Hey! This looks like Aaron*!"
"It is Aaron you dumbass," she laughed taking it back to muse over her work. "I can't thank you enough for getting me this job Tristan. It means a lot to me being able to work and still do the thing I love."
"Watch it baby sis," he laughed gently kicking her under the table, "don't get all emotional on me!" They sat together talking for a while until Tristan got up to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow K?"
"Sure thing. Make sure you stay fit for the Cyber Soldier costume though, don't want Sierra making you go on a diet!" He stuck his tongue out backing out the door. He was still going backwards when he lightly crashed into someone.
"Do you mind?" they asked. Tristan spun around spewing out apologies until he recognized the face.
"Bakura Samaka*? Hey, didn't know you liked Starbucks!" The tall white haired actor peered down on him through his dark glasses. "Ok, so what's up?"
Bakura smoothed out his black t-shirt and cleared his throat, "I'm doing a reading here. Normally I don't like the big business coffee chains, but I made an exception." He slipped the glasses off putting them in the pocket of his black slacks and opened the door, "If you'll excuse me."
"Right sorry," he stepped aside giving a quick wave. "Later Bakura!" The dark actor slipped in without a word. "Freaky."
Lianna paused in her sketching to watch the small stage of the coffee house. Some java nut that worked there was having difficulty setting up a microphone in front of a small stool. "Entertainment?" Lianna mused, "Wonder who would perform at a Starbucks?" She smiled setting her pencil behind her ear and leaning on her elbows to watch. A man who looked like he was desperately trying to bring back the Beatnik age stepped up to the microphone and nudged the worker off.
"Hey there cats, tonight we got some deep thoughts from a few of our more talented preachers." His voice was scratchy and he even sounded like a beatnik who had had one to many Kahlua cappuccinos. "First up, Bakura Samaka. The Eastern Heartache." She nearly laughed out loud before slamming a hand over her mouth.
"Bakura? White-haired-British Bakura?" she muttered to herself. I've never met him off the stage, but I wouldn't think him a beatnik! She smiled again as the man in question stepped up to the microphone to the gracious applause of the coffee house. She was shocked to see him in all black with dark makeup around his eyes. He looks like Marilyn Manson had a child with Marilyn Monroe.
She sat there and listened to his dark musings as a few people in the audience cried or muttered things like, "Tell it brother," or "Couldn't be more true," and even "Death man, he wants it!" When he finished his third poem the audience was having a hard time finding their voice to cheer. She waited until he bowed gracefully and left the stage to catch up with him. She snuck up behind him and gently tapped him shoulder.
He spun around sharply, "Lianna? What are you doing here?" There was a twinge of panic in his voice.
"You don't want people to know you write beautiful poetry?" she smiled shyly as he glared at her. "I won't tell anyone, but it is very nice poetry." His expression softened, "Didn't know you had a dark side."
"Not a dark side," he corrected walking out with her, "just this side. The only reason I took the part is because I needed some extra cash and they thought I could do the 'evil' Bakura well." He walked to her car with her and opened the door.
"Evil, actor, poet, gentlemen," she listed getting in, "and why is this man still single?" He nearly smiled back, but held it in. he may be dark and brooding, but he's extremely comforting to be around. "See you tomorrow Poetry Boy!" She closed the door as he glared at her again and pulled out of the small parking lot.
"Ok boys and girls I got good news and bad news!" the director announced pacing back and forth in the meeting room. Most of the main cast members were sitting around the large table giving each other looks while trying to decipher the problem. "Good news-"
"Don't say the good news first!" Tristan hollered, "say the bad!"
"Good news," Sierra glared making him back down, "we got funding for the forest shots." A few people clapped but mainly just smiled. "Bad news is we have to fly out on-site and shoot there. You guys are going to have to bunk up and share apartments."
"What?" just about everyone asked in shock. Automatically everyone started grumbling and yelling about who they refused to share a room with and such arguments.
"Would you guys shut up!" Sierra hollered making everyone stop talking. She rubbed her temples sitting down in the head chair, "I know you don't like it, but neither do I. We need to get the on-site shooting and the company won't spring for individual rooms for everyone."
"No problem," Tristan smiled at the director putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "The crew comes too right?" She nodded looking like a migraine was setting in, "I'll bunk with Lianna. Not like we aren't used to it!"
Before the cast could ask, Joey held up a commanding hand, "His sister."
"Oh," the rest of the cast muttered losing the confusion on their faces.
"Do me a big favor guys," Sierra asked getting her stuff to go out, "make your decisions by today. We leave in two days."
Everyone sat in silence as she left and closed the door behind her. Tea stood up and put a hand on her hip. "So, who's my roommate?"
"Hey Joey!" Yugi went running up to the tall blonde. He turned at his name and tugged on his black trench coat. "Want to room with me?" Joey raised an eyebrow, "Come on, I don't really know anyone else and there's no WAY I'm rooming with Tea." Joey crossed his arms. Yugi sighed and resorted to his best puppy-dog-eyes, "Please?"
Joey considered the young high schooler for a moment, "Fine! I hate it when people use those eyes on me!"
Tea wondered around the set in costume searching. Who could I use as a roommate? Someone who will do anything for me, listens to me, take orders, and cook. At that moment she saw a short scene between Mai Valentine and Rex.
Mai: I have ESP you dolt.
Rex: Wait, is that really your line?
Mai: (leaning forward)Didn't you read the script?
"Cut!" Sierra screamed. "Rex? Did you read only your lines again?" the young boy smiled sheepishly as the director looked ready to kill. "Whatever, get me Weevil and Yugi! Veranda*, get the hell out of here. I'll call you when Rex remembers what the hell he's doing." Mai nodded and got off the set and slumped on a nearby box pulling her jacket together.
Tea smiled to herself, "Hey Mai, did you here the news?" the woman looked up smiling a bit.
"Hi Tea. You mean about the sharing apartments? Yeah, not really a big deal though." A go-to girl passed by a handed Mai a blanket, "Thanks." She threw it over her chest covering her revealing outfit.
"I don't mean that," Tea waved off shaking her head, "I mean about how many guys wanted to room with you. Said something along the lines of, 'it'll be easy,' or 'you were easy.'"
The gorgeous blonde's eyes shot open in horror, "What? Why would they think that? I hate this costume, I don't even OWN anything like this!" The innocent reaction from the girl who played a tease on the show nearly made Tea laugh. She shot up and grabbed Tea's shoulders, "Please! Don't let me room with any of them!"
"Well," Tea sighed trying to act sincere, "you could room with me I guess."
"Really? Thank you so much!" Mai quickly hugged her before sighing in relief, "Now those jerks can't say I'm easy and try to take advantage of me!"
Tristan poked his head into the closed set where a scene between Pegasus and one of his goons was going on. Off to the side Lianna was watching patiently and was letting her eyes roam. When her looked in his direction he waved like crazy until she spotted him. She mouthed, "What?"
He smiled mouthing back, "Come here!" She shook her head and pointed to the scene in progress.
Pegasus: Are you sure?
Goon: Yes Sir.
He did his best attempt at the puppy-dog-eyes until she inwardly sighed. He smiled as she went to the director, made a few hand signals, and then was waved off. She quietly ran over and shoved him out of the doorway. "What the hell are you doing? That was a closed set!"
"Hi sis!" he smiled. She punched his arm playfully, "Ow. Ok I deserve that. But have you heard the buzz about the on-site move?"
"Huh?" she asked crossing her arms.
He straightened up, "Low budgets and stuck up companies are forcing us to bunk up with people in apartments. I offered us two since we're related and everything."
She glared at him a bit, "Well." She punched his arm again, but then smiled, "I guess you made up for being an idiot by being a cool big brother."
Bakura straightened his costume sweater walking up to the man in the blue suit. He was lounging in a chair reading his script. "Are you preparing for the first scene we have together Kurai*?"
The tall blonde looked up smiling, "Are you prepared for the mobs of fan-girls that will go after you?" He paused a moment a smirked, "Or more appropriately, them going after me?"
"Ah yes," the white haired boy mused leaning against the wall of crates next to him. "Why am I not surprised you are more concerned with you labedo and popularity than your skill as an actor itself? I forgot, I'm talking to Yami Kurai, the man with the biggest ego on the planet."
"Don't use big words Bakura," a voice joked. Tea came over looking over Yami's shoulder and dragged her hands down his chest until she reached his belt, "you're intimidating him."
Yami threw her arms off and tossed the script on the chair getting up. "Sorry Tea, maybe later!" He winked and grabbed Bakura's arm dragging him away. "So, picked a roommate yet?"
"Not quite, but I know I will never room with Tristan, Joey, or Yugi."
Yami smiled as they walked off, "Oh yes, Goth-boy doesn't want to hang out with the energetic people." Bakura hid his smile under a glare. "How about I save you the trouble and you room with me? Or am I too much to handle?"
Bakura considered it for a moment. He kept his face straight as he said, "As long as you don't bring home strange women I don't know, then we'll be fine."
"Funny Bakura."
"I was being serious."
Yeah…Yami's a player! Tea's a slut and Mai's an innocent schoolgirl! Seto and Pegasus and a few more people to come! REVIEW EVERYONE REVIEW!