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"Thank heaven," sighed Madeline, putting a hand over her chest. "I have no scenes where I have to sleep with that monster, Robert Harker, so far."
"For Pete's sake, mother," sighed Zelda. "You know they'd never have a scene like that in the movies! It simply isn't allowed!"
The Joneses were all seated in their living room, looking over the script for the film together.
Madeline gulped down some of her sherry. "If the pay wasn't so good, I never would've accepted a role opposite the Harker family!"
"In that case," snarled John Paul. "YOU ARE A FOOL!" Zelda and Madeline stared at him. He blinked at them. "I'm reading off the script," he explained hastily. "Don't get the wrong idea."
"Oh," Zelda said, leaning back in her chair with a relieved sigh. She turned back to her script, then bolted upwards and shouted, "YAAAAH!!!! NOT AGAIN!!"
"What is it?" Madeline asked.
"How far are you in the script?" Zelda asked.
"I'm only on page forty-three, on account of my getting up constantly to get a refill on my drink. Tonight of all nights is Impa's day off..."
"I've gotten to ninety-nine," said John Paul. "Why do you ask?"
"Well I'm on page 130," Zelda growled. "And so far Audrey's had two kissing scenes with Cody!"
"What's the matter with that?" Madeline asked. "It makes the whole atmosphere of the film very romantic. And why is that bad?"
"What's the MATTER with it?!" erupted Zelda. "MOTHER, have you forgotten already that I'm playing Audrey and that that Link Harker character is playing Cody?! This means I've got to kiss that scoundrel! MORE THAN ONCE!"
Madeline leaned forward and squeezed her daughter's hand. "Zelda. . .I feel for you. Be strong, child." Had the situation not been so serious, it would've been hilarious.
Zelda groaned and leaned back in her chair. "For the first time in my life, I think I've actually grasped what it means to be an actress. Surely this will be the hardest job I've ever had in my life."
"I think that those Harkers are doing this just to spite us," said John Paul. "Those dirty bloodhounds are just waiting for a chance to steal a film from right under our noses!"
"Dear, you give them much too much credit," Madeline said. "Those green horns couldn't steal a picture if their life depended on it. Come on then, no more pouting. A job is a job, and that's that. We mustn't get down."
'I wonder how long this approach will last,' Zelda thought to herself.
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"I trust that by now, you all have had a good grasp of the story," said Gannondorf, pacing in front of his group of actors. "And that is why I have called you all to this first rehearsal. Now that we've all had a script-reading together, it's time to start the real thing. Perhaps if we're lucky, we'll start shooting today. At the latest, tomorrow." He stroked his chin, trying to think if he'd forgotten anything. "Well, that's all. Off to wardrobe everyone, and meet back at SoundStage 12 within the hour."
There was a scuffle of chairs as the group of them headed off to the wardrobe department.
"Oh, I DO hope we start filming today!" exclaimed Shirley, bouncing along next to Saria as they walked their way. "Wouldn't it be exciting, Saria?"
"I suppose so," her daughter answered, with really no enthusiasum whatsoever.
"Dear, aren't you excited at all about this part?" Shirley asked.
Saria sort of shrugged. "A job is just a job, for me. I still haven't come across a part that I ever fell completely in love with...unlike SOME people I could mention." She glanced over at Zelda, who was walking just ahead of them, to their left.
"No need to get worried, then," Shirley said, after something of a silence. "If a part is just a part to you, Saria, that's just fine." She hesitated, then said, "I noticed that evil glare you just threw Zelda Jones, dear. I feel that sometimes you hold back on your feelings a bit. This is America! It's a free country! You know she's insulting you behind your back, so you might as well walk up to her and say just what you think!"
"I don't know, mother, that seems a little rash..."
"Nonsense, dear--I do it all the time."
Link, meanwhile, was in a room with is father, getting measured for a certain outfit. One of the wardrobe men pulled a long rack of costumes into the room, and then selected one that consisted of a corduroy cap, woolen jacket, and pants that a couple holes in them.
"Say, does that outifit mean we're shooting from the beginning today?" asked Robert. "Odd, isn't it? We normally begin filming from the end of the picture."
"This is still somewhat towards the end," said Link. "Remember when Cody gives up the fame he's so longed for, and whisks Audrey off into the city straggler life? That's the scene we're doing today. Gannondorf said so."
"Oh, I see."
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An hour or so later, the group had returned to SoundStage 12 for the rehearsal.
Saria, who happened to be wearing a long, scarlet, evening gown walked up to Zelda (who happened also to be wearing a rather lowly looking costume, similar to Link's). In a very haughty manner, Saria said, "Zelda dear, Gannondorf told us to go to wardrobe, not stay in your every-day clothes."
"Is that the best you can come up with?!" Zelda asked, tugging on her long, gray overcoat. "I think that even your mother could think of something more clever!"
"Ladies, please," said Gannondorf, coming between them. "Now is no time for arguements, it's time for the picture! Remember...this is a happy- go-lucky-ish, gay musical!" (a/n: and PLZ keep it mind that the word "gay" was the same as happy back in the olden days! it's not the Queer eye definition in this case!!)
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"Are you sure this is what you want?" Link asked.
"Of course it is," Zelda answered. "You think that I enjoyed one second of my miserable life back there? Doing nothing but sitting around all day and speaking with men I detested, being forced by my parents to pretend I liked them?" She shook her head. "This life with you is what I want more than anything in the world!"
Link smiled. Slowly, he reached out a hand. Zelda hesitated, then took it. As soon as she felt his fingers close around her own, it felt as if all her feelings and nerves exploded...but in the best way possible. She was surged with a feeling so strong, her knees almost buckled beneath her.
It was unbelievable...and it sounded corny.
"C'mon, then," Link finally said. "Let's go!"
Hand in hand, the two of them sprinted down the streets of New York City (or what appeared to be the city), suitcases in hand.
"CUT!!" shouted Gannondorf, hopping off of his director's chair.
"You like it?" Link asked.
"It was fantastic!" Gannondorf said excitedly, as the crew around him began to applaude. "I'm so glad I didn't wait!"
"Wait for what?" Zelda asked.
"To shoot, of course!"
There was a moment of silence as Zelda and Link tried to compute what he'd just said to them.
"You mean you had the camera ON?!" Link asked.
"Of course I did," Ganon answered simply. "Filming things over and over again seems so unnecessary. And besides--so many times I've seen actors do their jobs superbly when they're just rehearsing. Then, once the camera is on, they're just as jumpy as a cat!"
"But we're not like that," Link said.
"Oh, I know," Gannondorf acknowledged. "But...you two aren't complaining or anything, are you?"
"No," they said simoltaneously.
Saria dragged Link over into a corner. "Nice work, Link!"
"Uh, thanks."
"I'm very proud to be your sister."
"Uh, thanks."
"Is that all you can say?"
"Uh, no. I guess not." Link took a deep breath, and began to walk towards his parents, with Saria clinging onto him. "I know you're never particularly excited about any movie you're ever assigned to, Saria, but I for one am extremely glad that we all managed to land the parts we did."
"Me too," Saria decided.
"Really?" asked Link.
"Sure. On the level. I'm actually looking forward to doing some scenes."
"Dearies," Shirley said, walking up to them. "Your father and I have got some shooting to do, so why don't you two go out and get lunch, hm? We might take awhile, as the Joneses are staying, too."
"All right," Link said. "We'll see you two later, then."
"Good-bye."
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"Impa! Impa!"
Impa hurriedly ran into Zelda's bedroom. "What is it, Miss? Or, uh...Zelda?"
"My parents aren't back yet, are they?" Zelda asked.
"No."
"Then come here and have a seat on the bed," Zelda said, patting the spot next to her. "There's something I must tell you about."
"What is it?"
Until Zelda had turned fourteen (five years ago), Impa had been her personal nursemaid. Having such a relationship with her, Zelda always told her deepest secrets to Impa; her sole confidant. Nice, isn't it?"
"The strangest thing happened to me today while we were shooting," Zelda said. "We were doing this scene where I'm supposed to take Harker's-- Link's--hand and then run down the street with him. As soon as I touched him, I felt...it felt as if something wonderful was about to happen to me. My heart soared and then I looked up, and he was just looking down at me with that disarming smile of his..."
Impa grinned and stood up. "I thought as much."
Zelda gasped as her former nursemaid began to leave the room. "Impa, it can't be as serious as all that! It's...I must've just gotten a little carried away, that's all. Impa, do you think I'm...starting to...fall for him??"
"Oh, I'm sure it's just a small crush," Impa said. "Good looks do so help a movie star get along. It happens to everyone." Zelda blushed, and Impa continued. "Oh, don't be a little fool, Zelda. It's not as if you're in love with him or anything."
"But...but...but what if I--"
"You'll have to get used to him," Impa said. "As well as these feelings you're experiencing. You'll be seeing him pretty much every day for the next few weeks, at the very least."
And with that, Impa walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
"Wonderful," Zelda sighed with sarcasm. She leaned back in her bed. "Mother will be just so happy with me."
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a/n:
happy happy joy joy! another chapter done. plz review and tell me wat u thinketh!! b/c i just love reviews!! HEE HEE!!!
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"Thank heaven," sighed Madeline, putting a hand over her chest. "I have no scenes where I have to sleep with that monster, Robert Harker, so far."
"For Pete's sake, mother," sighed Zelda. "You know they'd never have a scene like that in the movies! It simply isn't allowed!"
The Joneses were all seated in their living room, looking over the script for the film together.
Madeline gulped down some of her sherry. "If the pay wasn't so good, I never would've accepted a role opposite the Harker family!"
"In that case," snarled John Paul. "YOU ARE A FOOL!" Zelda and Madeline stared at him. He blinked at them. "I'm reading off the script," he explained hastily. "Don't get the wrong idea."
"Oh," Zelda said, leaning back in her chair with a relieved sigh. She turned back to her script, then bolted upwards and shouted, "YAAAAH!!!! NOT AGAIN!!"
"What is it?" Madeline asked.
"How far are you in the script?" Zelda asked.
"I'm only on page forty-three, on account of my getting up constantly to get a refill on my drink. Tonight of all nights is Impa's day off..."
"I've gotten to ninety-nine," said John Paul. "Why do you ask?"
"Well I'm on page 130," Zelda growled. "And so far Audrey's had two kissing scenes with Cody!"
"What's the matter with that?" Madeline asked. "It makes the whole atmosphere of the film very romantic. And why is that bad?"
"What's the MATTER with it?!" erupted Zelda. "MOTHER, have you forgotten already that I'm playing Audrey and that that Link Harker character is playing Cody?! This means I've got to kiss that scoundrel! MORE THAN ONCE!"
Madeline leaned forward and squeezed her daughter's hand. "Zelda. . .I feel for you. Be strong, child." Had the situation not been so serious, it would've been hilarious.
Zelda groaned and leaned back in her chair. "For the first time in my life, I think I've actually grasped what it means to be an actress. Surely this will be the hardest job I've ever had in my life."
"I think that those Harkers are doing this just to spite us," said John Paul. "Those dirty bloodhounds are just waiting for a chance to steal a film from right under our noses!"
"Dear, you give them much too much credit," Madeline said. "Those green horns couldn't steal a picture if their life depended on it. Come on then, no more pouting. A job is a job, and that's that. We mustn't get down."
'I wonder how long this approach will last,' Zelda thought to herself.
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"I trust that by now, you all have had a good grasp of the story," said Gannondorf, pacing in front of his group of actors. "And that is why I have called you all to this first rehearsal. Now that we've all had a script-reading together, it's time to start the real thing. Perhaps if we're lucky, we'll start shooting today. At the latest, tomorrow." He stroked his chin, trying to think if he'd forgotten anything. "Well, that's all. Off to wardrobe everyone, and meet back at SoundStage 12 within the hour."
There was a scuffle of chairs as the group of them headed off to the wardrobe department.
"Oh, I DO hope we start filming today!" exclaimed Shirley, bouncing along next to Saria as they walked their way. "Wouldn't it be exciting, Saria?"
"I suppose so," her daughter answered, with really no enthusiasum whatsoever.
"Dear, aren't you excited at all about this part?" Shirley asked.
Saria sort of shrugged. "A job is just a job, for me. I still haven't come across a part that I ever fell completely in love with...unlike SOME people I could mention." She glanced over at Zelda, who was walking just ahead of them, to their left.
"No need to get worried, then," Shirley said, after something of a silence. "If a part is just a part to you, Saria, that's just fine." She hesitated, then said, "I noticed that evil glare you just threw Zelda Jones, dear. I feel that sometimes you hold back on your feelings a bit. This is America! It's a free country! You know she's insulting you behind your back, so you might as well walk up to her and say just what you think!"
"I don't know, mother, that seems a little rash..."
"Nonsense, dear--I do it all the time."
Link, meanwhile, was in a room with is father, getting measured for a certain outfit. One of the wardrobe men pulled a long rack of costumes into the room, and then selected one that consisted of a corduroy cap, woolen jacket, and pants that a couple holes in them.
"Say, does that outifit mean we're shooting from the beginning today?" asked Robert. "Odd, isn't it? We normally begin filming from the end of the picture."
"This is still somewhat towards the end," said Link. "Remember when Cody gives up the fame he's so longed for, and whisks Audrey off into the city straggler life? That's the scene we're doing today. Gannondorf said so."
"Oh, I see."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
An hour or so later, the group had returned to SoundStage 12 for the rehearsal.
Saria, who happened to be wearing a long, scarlet, evening gown walked up to Zelda (who happened also to be wearing a rather lowly looking costume, similar to Link's). In a very haughty manner, Saria said, "Zelda dear, Gannondorf told us to go to wardrobe, not stay in your every-day clothes."
"Is that the best you can come up with?!" Zelda asked, tugging on her long, gray overcoat. "I think that even your mother could think of something more clever!"
"Ladies, please," said Gannondorf, coming between them. "Now is no time for arguements, it's time for the picture! Remember...this is a happy- go-lucky-ish, gay musical!" (a/n: and PLZ keep it mind that the word "gay" was the same as happy back in the olden days! it's not the Queer eye definition in this case!!)
.................
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Link asked.
"Of course it is," Zelda answered. "You think that I enjoyed one second of my miserable life back there? Doing nothing but sitting around all day and speaking with men I detested, being forced by my parents to pretend I liked them?" She shook her head. "This life with you is what I want more than anything in the world!"
Link smiled. Slowly, he reached out a hand. Zelda hesitated, then took it. As soon as she felt his fingers close around her own, it felt as if all her feelings and nerves exploded...but in the best way possible. She was surged with a feeling so strong, her knees almost buckled beneath her.
It was unbelievable...and it sounded corny.
"C'mon, then," Link finally said. "Let's go!"
Hand in hand, the two of them sprinted down the streets of New York City (or what appeared to be the city), suitcases in hand.
"CUT!!" shouted Gannondorf, hopping off of his director's chair.
"You like it?" Link asked.
"It was fantastic!" Gannondorf said excitedly, as the crew around him began to applaude. "I'm so glad I didn't wait!"
"Wait for what?" Zelda asked.
"To shoot, of course!"
There was a moment of silence as Zelda and Link tried to compute what he'd just said to them.
"You mean you had the camera ON?!" Link asked.
"Of course I did," Ganon answered simply. "Filming things over and over again seems so unnecessary. And besides--so many times I've seen actors do their jobs superbly when they're just rehearsing. Then, once the camera is on, they're just as jumpy as a cat!"
"But we're not like that," Link said.
"Oh, I know," Gannondorf acknowledged. "But...you two aren't complaining or anything, are you?"
"No," they said simoltaneously.
Saria dragged Link over into a corner. "Nice work, Link!"
"Uh, thanks."
"I'm very proud to be your sister."
"Uh, thanks."
"Is that all you can say?"
"Uh, no. I guess not." Link took a deep breath, and began to walk towards his parents, with Saria clinging onto him. "I know you're never particularly excited about any movie you're ever assigned to, Saria, but I for one am extremely glad that we all managed to land the parts we did."
"Me too," Saria decided.
"Really?" asked Link.
"Sure. On the level. I'm actually looking forward to doing some scenes."
"Dearies," Shirley said, walking up to them. "Your father and I have got some shooting to do, so why don't you two go out and get lunch, hm? We might take awhile, as the Joneses are staying, too."
"All right," Link said. "We'll see you two later, then."
"Good-bye."
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"Impa! Impa!"
Impa hurriedly ran into Zelda's bedroom. "What is it, Miss? Or, uh...Zelda?"
"My parents aren't back yet, are they?" Zelda asked.
"No."
"Then come here and have a seat on the bed," Zelda said, patting the spot next to her. "There's something I must tell you about."
"What is it?"
Until Zelda had turned fourteen (five years ago), Impa had been her personal nursemaid. Having such a relationship with her, Zelda always told her deepest secrets to Impa; her sole confidant. Nice, isn't it?"
"The strangest thing happened to me today while we were shooting," Zelda said. "We were doing this scene where I'm supposed to take Harker's-- Link's--hand and then run down the street with him. As soon as I touched him, I felt...it felt as if something wonderful was about to happen to me. My heart soared and then I looked up, and he was just looking down at me with that disarming smile of his..."
Impa grinned and stood up. "I thought as much."
Zelda gasped as her former nursemaid began to leave the room. "Impa, it can't be as serious as all that! It's...I must've just gotten a little carried away, that's all. Impa, do you think I'm...starting to...fall for him??"
"Oh, I'm sure it's just a small crush," Impa said. "Good looks do so help a movie star get along. It happens to everyone." Zelda blushed, and Impa continued. "Oh, don't be a little fool, Zelda. It's not as if you're in love with him or anything."
"But...but...but what if I--"
"You'll have to get used to him," Impa said. "As well as these feelings you're experiencing. You'll be seeing him pretty much every day for the next few weeks, at the very least."
And with that, Impa walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
"Wonderful," Zelda sighed with sarcasm. She leaned back in her bed. "Mother will be just so happy with me."
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a/n:
happy happy joy joy! another chapter done. plz review and tell me wat u thinketh!! b/c i just love reviews!! HEE HEE!!!