Part 34
She did what?!?!?!?!?!?!
~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@ I just finished her make-up and she didn't say a word – not one word. "Are you kidding me?" Please God be kidding. "We both agreed that they need to fight again but this... Please tell me you're exaggerating this."
"I wish. She julienned him Jen – or came very close. Now he's freaking out because he caved to an actor, even if it was her. And I think that she's afraid she went too far.
She did go too far! My cell phone rang, and I glanced at it quickly. I looked back at Dawson, then answered the phone. "I heard. Dawson just told me. Holy SHIT Jack! What did you say to her!?"
"That's just it Jen, I didn't. All I said to her was to do her job, and leave the rest in her trailer. She did this all on her own."
FUCK!!! Dammit! How could she do this? Now, of all times. This is going to completely ruin everything! "Fix it Jack. Find out what happened and FIX IT, before they kill one another."
I cut off my cell and looked at Dawson helplessly. "Dinner?" I pleaded, rubbing my temples.
"Well I'm not needed on the set since our friends put on that scene for everyone. He accepts, draping his arm around my shoulder. "Dinner is always good."
I smile, and lean into him. Good. At least they didn't ruin our plans. And who cares if the topic of discussion falls on Jo and Pacey? For tonight, Dawson is all mine. Finally. "Let's go. We can deal with the rest of this tomorrow."
Part 35
Whether You're Ready or Not
I sat in my director's chair and waited for the scene to start. Then, Joey burst into the makeshift apartment we'd made for Stacey. She began her lines. "CUT!" I heard myself say abruptly when she threw her purse across the room. Then added without a thought, "That's a WRAP!"
"What?" Joey shouts at me like I'm crazy, "You know I can get this tonight, Witter."
Yeah, but I don't think I'm ready to see it tonight. "I know, but it's been a long day. We don't really need..."
"Yes, we do – and you know it. You need this shot in the can Witter." She points around the set to the crew, who is staring at me with disbelief. "And everyone here knows it!"
I think we need to talk first. "We could just as easily push it back." I try.
"Pacey." She said softly, approaching me. "I want to finish the scene."
I closed my eyes as she stood in front of me. "I really think we should wait." I try again, opening my eyes – her eyes searching mine – pleading.
God she's beautiful. Then she smiles at me. The first genuine smile I've seen on her face since we left New York. Hell she saw it – she knows. She pressed gently. "You know you can't win this one. Please let me do this scene. Let me finish what I started."
I don't want to see this. This is the reason I didn't read the letter Potter. I don't want to know how much I hurt you – How much I think, I'm still hurting you. Potter, please. I don't want to know how hard you cried, how many tears you shed. Not until we talk. Really talk. Please Potter; I'm begging you don't make me watch this yet.
"You know I can't." she whispered, as though she'd heard my thoughts.
I closed my eyes again. Damn her. I'm not ready to see this. I haven't had time to prepare for this. I don't want to see her hurting. Trying to hold on to my dignity as the director I tell her, "You have one take."
With more conviction she says, "Not a problem."
I feel her move away. I don't know if I can handle this.
I yell to the crew so they know we're getting this in one take and I mean business.
She bursts onto the set and my eyes are glued to every movement she makes. She throws her brief case across the room nearly missing the lamp on the end table. I flinch.
She changed quickly out of one outfit for another. My god she's so beautiful. Oh God... she collapsed on the bed. I hear her voice hitch, I hated... I close my eyes tight when she says the next few lines with her thick smoky voice, "Damn him." I'm sorry I'm sorry Jo.
"We were so happy." I know. I know.
"What happened to that?" I don't know... I'm sorry.
I keep my eyes closed. I don't need to watch... I know. I feel it. The pain... I open my eyes when I hear her last line - I could watch her walk out - I need to watch her.
She was about to walk out the door when she looked off and said, "I'm going to hold him to it." She added that line, was it meant for me? - Or was it Stacey? My thoughts paralyzed me. It felt like an eternity before I could muster the one-syllable word everyone was waiting for. "Cut!"
I stood needing to be alone, Andraia stopped me, "She added a line, do you want the scene again?"
Walking away I yell, "That's a wrap, see you people in the morning."
Part 36
He promised
I'm standing behind the set door to my apartment waiting for the cue light. Once you walk through that door Jo, you're Stacey. I take a couple of deep breaths when I her him yell, "People I want this in one shot – Don't screw it up!"
The light above the door is lit and I wait until it shuts off before entering the set. "DAMN Noah Coghlan, Damn him!" I scream, throwing my brief case across the room.
I walk quickly to my kitchen dropping my purse and keys on the counter and glance at machine. Two messages. "Probably Ma." I walk away, kicking of my heels when I enter my room.
I change quickly out of my suit into grey yoga pants and a white tank top, then collapse on the bed. I feel the tears well up in my eyes. "Damn him." I whisper - my voice growing thick. I push myself up and reach for the stereo.
The sounds of Nina Simone's 'Tell Me More and More and Then Some' filled the room, and I cross to my dresser, pulling out the picture of Stacey and Noah. It's Stacy and Noah. I have to remind myself.
Walking back to the bed I finger the frame, "We were so happy." I whisper. "What happened to that?"
I sit back, staring at the photo intently. I try not to think of Pacey - you're Stacey Jo. Then pull it close to my heart, closing my eyes. "He promised me. He promised me he would always be there." After a moment, I place the photo face up on the bed next to me. I stood, and before I could stop the words - they fell from my lips. "I'm going to hold him to it." I finished the scene, grabbing my purse and taking a quick look in the mirror.
I left the apartment quickly, leaving the messages on the machine blinking.
He said one take. We're not going to do it again. So I head for my trailer, I don't care that adlib will be on the cutting room floor. Now he knows - his turn.
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She did what?!?!?!?!?!?!
~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@~~~@ I just finished her make-up and she didn't say a word – not one word. "Are you kidding me?" Please God be kidding. "We both agreed that they need to fight again but this... Please tell me you're exaggerating this."
"I wish. She julienned him Jen – or came very close. Now he's freaking out because he caved to an actor, even if it was her. And I think that she's afraid she went too far.
She did go too far! My cell phone rang, and I glanced at it quickly. I looked back at Dawson, then answered the phone. "I heard. Dawson just told me. Holy SHIT Jack! What did you say to her!?"
"That's just it Jen, I didn't. All I said to her was to do her job, and leave the rest in her trailer. She did this all on her own."
FUCK!!! Dammit! How could she do this? Now, of all times. This is going to completely ruin everything! "Fix it Jack. Find out what happened and FIX IT, before they kill one another."
I cut off my cell and looked at Dawson helplessly. "Dinner?" I pleaded, rubbing my temples.
"Well I'm not needed on the set since our friends put on that scene for everyone. He accepts, draping his arm around my shoulder. "Dinner is always good."
I smile, and lean into him. Good. At least they didn't ruin our plans. And who cares if the topic of discussion falls on Jo and Pacey? For tonight, Dawson is all mine. Finally. "Let's go. We can deal with the rest of this tomorrow."
Part 35
Whether You're Ready or Not
I sat in my director's chair and waited for the scene to start. Then, Joey burst into the makeshift apartment we'd made for Stacey. She began her lines. "CUT!" I heard myself say abruptly when she threw her purse across the room. Then added without a thought, "That's a WRAP!"
"What?" Joey shouts at me like I'm crazy, "You know I can get this tonight, Witter."
Yeah, but I don't think I'm ready to see it tonight. "I know, but it's been a long day. We don't really need..."
"Yes, we do – and you know it. You need this shot in the can Witter." She points around the set to the crew, who is staring at me with disbelief. "And everyone here knows it!"
I think we need to talk first. "We could just as easily push it back." I try.
"Pacey." She said softly, approaching me. "I want to finish the scene."
I closed my eyes as she stood in front of me. "I really think we should wait." I try again, opening my eyes – her eyes searching mine – pleading.
God she's beautiful. Then she smiles at me. The first genuine smile I've seen on her face since we left New York. Hell she saw it – she knows. She pressed gently. "You know you can't win this one. Please let me do this scene. Let me finish what I started."
I don't want to see this. This is the reason I didn't read the letter Potter. I don't want to know how much I hurt you – How much I think, I'm still hurting you. Potter, please. I don't want to know how hard you cried, how many tears you shed. Not until we talk. Really talk. Please Potter; I'm begging you don't make me watch this yet.
"You know I can't." she whispered, as though she'd heard my thoughts.
I closed my eyes again. Damn her. I'm not ready to see this. I haven't had time to prepare for this. I don't want to see her hurting. Trying to hold on to my dignity as the director I tell her, "You have one take."
With more conviction she says, "Not a problem."
I feel her move away. I don't know if I can handle this.
I yell to the crew so they know we're getting this in one take and I mean business.
She bursts onto the set and my eyes are glued to every movement she makes. She throws her brief case across the room nearly missing the lamp on the end table. I flinch.
She changed quickly out of one outfit for another. My god she's so beautiful. Oh God... she collapsed on the bed. I hear her voice hitch, I hated... I close my eyes tight when she says the next few lines with her thick smoky voice, "Damn him." I'm sorry I'm sorry Jo.
"We were so happy." I know. I know.
"What happened to that?" I don't know... I'm sorry.
I keep my eyes closed. I don't need to watch... I know. I feel it. The pain... I open my eyes when I hear her last line - I could watch her walk out - I need to watch her.
She was about to walk out the door when she looked off and said, "I'm going to hold him to it." She added that line, was it meant for me? - Or was it Stacey? My thoughts paralyzed me. It felt like an eternity before I could muster the one-syllable word everyone was waiting for. "Cut!"
I stood needing to be alone, Andraia stopped me, "She added a line, do you want the scene again?"
Walking away I yell, "That's a wrap, see you people in the morning."
Part 36
He promised
I'm standing behind the set door to my apartment waiting for the cue light. Once you walk through that door Jo, you're Stacey. I take a couple of deep breaths when I her him yell, "People I want this in one shot – Don't screw it up!"
The light above the door is lit and I wait until it shuts off before entering the set. "DAMN Noah Coghlan, Damn him!" I scream, throwing my brief case across the room.
I walk quickly to my kitchen dropping my purse and keys on the counter and glance at machine. Two messages. "Probably Ma." I walk away, kicking of my heels when I enter my room.
I change quickly out of my suit into grey yoga pants and a white tank top, then collapse on the bed. I feel the tears well up in my eyes. "Damn him." I whisper - my voice growing thick. I push myself up and reach for the stereo.
The sounds of Nina Simone's 'Tell Me More and More and Then Some' filled the room, and I cross to my dresser, pulling out the picture of Stacey and Noah. It's Stacy and Noah. I have to remind myself.
Walking back to the bed I finger the frame, "We were so happy." I whisper. "What happened to that?"
I sit back, staring at the photo intently. I try not to think of Pacey - you're Stacey Jo. Then pull it close to my heart, closing my eyes. "He promised me. He promised me he would always be there." After a moment, I place the photo face up on the bed next to me. I stood, and before I could stop the words - they fell from my lips. "I'm going to hold him to it." I finished the scene, grabbing my purse and taking a quick look in the mirror.
I left the apartment quickly, leaving the messages on the machine blinking.
He said one take. We're not going to do it again. So I head for my trailer, I don't care that adlib will be on the cutting room floor. Now he knows - his turn.
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