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Isabella is acting like she is. And, Lizzie and Gordo are just friends. At
least for now.
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Isabella paced in her living room. Gordo is insane, she told herself, she'd been without a friend three years. Three years without a someone to talk to, without someone to give her words of comfort when her day went bad.
She sighed and sat down on the couch, and angrily turned on the TV. How dare he pretend he knows me, and he understands what is wrong. How are suggest that I need anyone. I am Isabella Parigi, I need no one.
She flipped through the channels, becoming aggravated at each channel featured some happy couple. She persisted trying to find something to take her mind off of Paolo and Gordo, then finally gave up and yelled at the TV, "Not everyone is part of a couple. Some people would like normal programming!"
Standing up in disgust, she walked into her bedroom. Nothing in here to remind her of Paolo or Gordo. She lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes. She felt an incredible amount of loneliness wash over her, but she pushed it aside, she would not let the American get her to feel like she was lonely. Sighing, she grabbed the covers and closed her eyes, until she finally fell asleep.
***
Isabella tilted her head and yawned. She stared at the reflection in the mirror as her hairdresser brushed the long strands straight. The feeling of someone running their hands through her hair relaxed her and she wanted to drift into sleep.
"You're quiet this morning," Allie noted, pulling the curling iron down a section of her hair. Allie was from England and her British accent played with her words.
Isabella nodded. "Sí, I just feel tired. What are you doing to my hair?" Allie had done many video shoots before, but that had always been with Paolo, and he had preferred her hair with a curl and away from her face. Isabella had spent many early mornings with her on set, even at live concert events.
"I'm making it super straight, and I'm putting hair wax in it to hold it down."
Isabella raised her eye brows. "I suddenly remember why I never ask what you do, and I just go along with whatever it look like."
"I'll be fixing Lizzie's hair today," Allie stated.
Isabella rolled her eyes. "You'll fix her wig."
"It's unnerving how much she looks like you," the beautician stated. "And there's no hidden family link somewhere?"
"No, none, she's nothing like me besides in her looks. She is incredibly naïve, immature, and-" she stopped when she saw Allie staring at her in the mirror. "What?" she snapped.
"Nothing," Allie replied, picking up a hair product. She started to put it in Isabella's hair, but the girl jerked away.
"What were you going to say?"
Allie held her hands out away from her. "Nothing."
"You wanted to say something, then say it," she ordered.
Allie sighed. "I didn't want to say anything, Isabella."
She stood up from the chair, and waved her hand. "I'll be back." Quick strides took her away from the trailer then towards the stretch of road where they would be filming today.
"Have you seen the car?" A voice asked behind her.
Isabella quickly turned around and stared at Craig, the special effects coordinator. He was incredibly brilliant, but also scared her. He was very intense, especially when anything involved his work. His sandy hair fell just below his ears, and often hid his eyes. Isabella longed to hand him a pair of scissors and tell him to take it to them, but she didn't want to risk losing him. "What's the car like?"
"It's a beautiful Jaguar, '03, painted ruby red, white leather interior, convertible, it's going to look so sweet. You're going to love driving this baby," he explained, leading her over to the car.
Isabella looked into it. She honestly didn't see the reason to get excited, the car was nice. "I won't be driving it," she answered.
"What?" Craig exclaimed. "You're kidding right? Do you know what I had to do to get this car and get it running and looking the way it does?"
Isabella rolled her eyes and shook her head. Honestly, it wasn't worth the trouble of explaining it to him, Lizzie looked just like her and way enough to fool people. "Sí, sí, I will be driving it. I was just startled by the size of it at first, but you will see me in the front seat of it later today."
Craig suddenly seemed very interested in cleaning and invisible speck of dust off the front and Isabella took this as her chance to slip away.
She continued on until she reached the wardrobe trailer. She glanced at her watch, the decided she could go ahead and get ready for the day.
"Ciao, Bella," Dante, her stylist greeted. Dante was a young man, only seven years older than her eighteen years. His designs were unique and beautiful, his quirky personality going into each outfit. "Ready to get dress?"
She tilted her head and smiled. "Better be a good outfit, Dante," she stated.
Dante turned around shifted through the clothes rack then turned around holding a white pants outfit. The outfit was a one piece with a very low V that almost reached down to her stomach, no sleeves, a gold chain would accent her waist, and gold tube top like would hide parts of her she didn't want the V to show. "Daring huh? We're still showing belly, and you'll look incredibly sexy, but it's still covered up."
Isabella nodded. She wished there was something green to it, but she'd always wore green and earthy colors with Paolo. It was time to break away and do something completely new. "I like it."
Dante handed the outfit over. "Lizzie said it was a bit out there."
"Well, Lizzie is not paid to give her advice on what I will wear," she replied. "And because she agreed to play me, she will wear what I wear. Where are my shoes?"
"Oh yeah. Bella, you're going to love these," he replied, excitedly. He turned his back for a moment, then turned around producing a pair of white leather ankle boots, with a gold buckle, on the side, hiding the zipper.
Isabella smiled and took the boots from him. "Grazie, they're great."
She stepped out of the trailer then made her way quickly to her own. After changing clothes, she stepped out and walked towards the area where crew was gathering.
Matteo was on the phone as usual and she didn't even bother to greet him, but instead found Serena talking and gesturing wildly.
"What's going on?" she asked, suspicion in her voice. This was going to be a smooth video shoot, limited problems, limited interruptions.
Serena turned around and smiled at her. "We were just discussing the car scene."
Craig stood next to Isabella and handed her the keys. "Take good care of it," he stated, before walking away.
Isabella shook her head as she fingered the keys. "So where is Lizzie?"
"I'm right here," a breathless voice called beside her.
Isabella turned and the resemblance between them was almost too much. Lizzie's blonde hair was covered in a wig the perfectly matched her own, make up, wardrobe, all added together even made Lizzie look like a mirror.
"Well," Serena replied, her eyebrows arched as she stared at the other girl. "Wow."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "So what scene are we doing today?"
"You're going to drive the car and sing the song. For the first few shots, you won't be driving, the car will be pulled by a truck with the camera mounted so we can still get you in the shots and you can sing without worrying about hitting anything. Then we'll do a couple of drive by scenes, and then the car will speed, the other car will follow, and then the Jaguar's breaks will be slammed, the car will spin and then the final confrontation."
"So, we're pretty much filming backwards," Isabella stated.
"Just a bit," Serena nodded.
Isabella jangled the keys.
Serena turned to talk to the crew, Isabella climbed inside the car. The seats were comfortable, and she leaned back, closing her eyes.
She'd apparently zoned out because suddenly Serena was atop the truck in front of her, calling for the camera's to get ready to roll, a horn brought everyone's attention to the fact that they were about to begin filming. Serena called for action, the first few notes of the song crossed the silent road.
Isabella went into a completely different mode, the song "Better Off Without You" was so freeing to sing, she stared ahead into the camera. She sang intently, her eyes staring at the camera conveying every verse. When the final notes played out and Serena called cut, she leaned back and smiled.
"Great, let's do it again."
***
Isabella paced in her living room. Gordo is insane, she told herself, she'd been without a friend three years. Three years without a someone to talk to, without someone to give her words of comfort when her day went bad.
She sighed and sat down on the couch, and angrily turned on the TV. How dare he pretend he knows me, and he understands what is wrong. How are suggest that I need anyone. I am Isabella Parigi, I need no one.
She flipped through the channels, becoming aggravated at each channel featured some happy couple. She persisted trying to find something to take her mind off of Paolo and Gordo, then finally gave up and yelled at the TV, "Not everyone is part of a couple. Some people would like normal programming!"
Standing up in disgust, she walked into her bedroom. Nothing in here to remind her of Paolo or Gordo. She lay down on her bed, and closed her eyes. She felt an incredible amount of loneliness wash over her, but she pushed it aside, she would not let the American get her to feel like she was lonely. Sighing, she grabbed the covers and closed her eyes, until she finally fell asleep.
***
Isabella tilted her head and yawned. She stared at the reflection in the mirror as her hairdresser brushed the long strands straight. The feeling of someone running their hands through her hair relaxed her and she wanted to drift into sleep.
"You're quiet this morning," Allie noted, pulling the curling iron down a section of her hair. Allie was from England and her British accent played with her words.
Isabella nodded. "Sí, I just feel tired. What are you doing to my hair?" Allie had done many video shoots before, but that had always been with Paolo, and he had preferred her hair with a curl and away from her face. Isabella had spent many early mornings with her on set, even at live concert events.
"I'm making it super straight, and I'm putting hair wax in it to hold it down."
Isabella raised her eye brows. "I suddenly remember why I never ask what you do, and I just go along with whatever it look like."
"I'll be fixing Lizzie's hair today," Allie stated.
Isabella rolled her eyes. "You'll fix her wig."
"It's unnerving how much she looks like you," the beautician stated. "And there's no hidden family link somewhere?"
"No, none, she's nothing like me besides in her looks. She is incredibly naïve, immature, and-" she stopped when she saw Allie staring at her in the mirror. "What?" she snapped.
"Nothing," Allie replied, picking up a hair product. She started to put it in Isabella's hair, but the girl jerked away.
"What were you going to say?"
Allie held her hands out away from her. "Nothing."
"You wanted to say something, then say it," she ordered.
Allie sighed. "I didn't want to say anything, Isabella."
She stood up from the chair, and waved her hand. "I'll be back." Quick strides took her away from the trailer then towards the stretch of road where they would be filming today.
"Have you seen the car?" A voice asked behind her.
Isabella quickly turned around and stared at Craig, the special effects coordinator. He was incredibly brilliant, but also scared her. He was very intense, especially when anything involved his work. His sandy hair fell just below his ears, and often hid his eyes. Isabella longed to hand him a pair of scissors and tell him to take it to them, but she didn't want to risk losing him. "What's the car like?"
"It's a beautiful Jaguar, '03, painted ruby red, white leather interior, convertible, it's going to look so sweet. You're going to love driving this baby," he explained, leading her over to the car.
Isabella looked into it. She honestly didn't see the reason to get excited, the car was nice. "I won't be driving it," she answered.
"What?" Craig exclaimed. "You're kidding right? Do you know what I had to do to get this car and get it running and looking the way it does?"
Isabella rolled her eyes and shook her head. Honestly, it wasn't worth the trouble of explaining it to him, Lizzie looked just like her and way enough to fool people. "Sí, sí, I will be driving it. I was just startled by the size of it at first, but you will see me in the front seat of it later today."
Craig suddenly seemed very interested in cleaning and invisible speck of dust off the front and Isabella took this as her chance to slip away.
She continued on until she reached the wardrobe trailer. She glanced at her watch, the decided she could go ahead and get ready for the day.
"Ciao, Bella," Dante, her stylist greeted. Dante was a young man, only seven years older than her eighteen years. His designs were unique and beautiful, his quirky personality going into each outfit. "Ready to get dress?"
She tilted her head and smiled. "Better be a good outfit, Dante," she stated.
Dante turned around shifted through the clothes rack then turned around holding a white pants outfit. The outfit was a one piece with a very low V that almost reached down to her stomach, no sleeves, a gold chain would accent her waist, and gold tube top like would hide parts of her she didn't want the V to show. "Daring huh? We're still showing belly, and you'll look incredibly sexy, but it's still covered up."
Isabella nodded. She wished there was something green to it, but she'd always wore green and earthy colors with Paolo. It was time to break away and do something completely new. "I like it."
Dante handed the outfit over. "Lizzie said it was a bit out there."
"Well, Lizzie is not paid to give her advice on what I will wear," she replied. "And because she agreed to play me, she will wear what I wear. Where are my shoes?"
"Oh yeah. Bella, you're going to love these," he replied, excitedly. He turned his back for a moment, then turned around producing a pair of white leather ankle boots, with a gold buckle, on the side, hiding the zipper.
Isabella smiled and took the boots from him. "Grazie, they're great."
She stepped out of the trailer then made her way quickly to her own. After changing clothes, she stepped out and walked towards the area where crew was gathering.
Matteo was on the phone as usual and she didn't even bother to greet him, but instead found Serena talking and gesturing wildly.
"What's going on?" she asked, suspicion in her voice. This was going to be a smooth video shoot, limited problems, limited interruptions.
Serena turned around and smiled at her. "We were just discussing the car scene."
Craig stood next to Isabella and handed her the keys. "Take good care of it," he stated, before walking away.
Isabella shook her head as she fingered the keys. "So where is Lizzie?"
"I'm right here," a breathless voice called beside her.
Isabella turned and the resemblance between them was almost too much. Lizzie's blonde hair was covered in a wig the perfectly matched her own, make up, wardrobe, all added together even made Lizzie look like a mirror.
"Well," Serena replied, her eyebrows arched as she stared at the other girl. "Wow."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "So what scene are we doing today?"
"You're going to drive the car and sing the song. For the first few shots, you won't be driving, the car will be pulled by a truck with the camera mounted so we can still get you in the shots and you can sing without worrying about hitting anything. Then we'll do a couple of drive by scenes, and then the car will speed, the other car will follow, and then the Jaguar's breaks will be slammed, the car will spin and then the final confrontation."
"So, we're pretty much filming backwards," Isabella stated.
"Just a bit," Serena nodded.
Isabella jangled the keys.
Serena turned to talk to the crew, Isabella climbed inside the car. The seats were comfortable, and she leaned back, closing her eyes.
She'd apparently zoned out because suddenly Serena was atop the truck in front of her, calling for the camera's to get ready to roll, a horn brought everyone's attention to the fact that they were about to begin filming. Serena called for action, the first few notes of the song crossed the silent road.
Isabella went into a completely different mode, the song "Better Off Without You" was so freeing to sing, she stared ahead into the camera. She sang intently, her eyes staring at the camera conveying every verse. When the final notes played out and Serena called cut, she leaned back and smiled.
"Great, let's do it again."
***