Chapter 9: Coopumentries

"My name is Cooper Pillot and it is currently 6:46 am. Everyone's just arriving on set and preparing for our shoot today. We're finishing our shoot of Naked Idol. So, let's go stop by hair and make-up." Cooper narrates from behind the camera. He walks in the open doorway. "And look who we have here, the beautiful Allie DiMeco."

"Cooper, what are you doing?" Allie tiredly asked.

"I'm making another Coopumentry. So, what are you doing right now?"

"Coop, what does it look like I'm doing. I'm getting hair and make-up done. And I'm thinking of a plan to get that stupid camera from you."

"That's great Allie, are you excited for today's scenes?"

"If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

"Most likely yes."

"Then, yes Cooper, I'm very excited to break Nat's character's heart today. I'm also super pumped to have to cry my eyes out, which isn't technically in the script but you and I both know, it'll happen."

"Great answer Allie, well, I'll see you later." Cooper left the room and walked down the hall to the break room, where the rest of the guys were eating.

"Hello boys of the Naked Brothers Band. How are you guys today?"

All 5 boys looked at Cooper with the death stare. Nat was to say something, "Cooper, why do you have a camera?"

"Well boys, I'm making a Coopumentry. So, who's excited for today's scene?"

Thomas, David, Alex, and Qaasim all started talking at once while Nat sat there quietly, picking at his food. Cooper held up his had to get them to shut up. "What's up with him?"

"They're shooting the break-up scene today." Thomas whispered.

"So, Nat, are you excited for today's scenes?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't care." Nat shrugged.

"Ohh, okay, I'll see you guys on set later." Cooper cut the video and it skipped to later in the day. Video clips of the band flashed on and off the screen, ones of them laughing and talking, running around, and talking to the camera.

"So, Qaasim, what scene is shooting next?" Cooper asked.

"Nat and Allie are shooting the break-up scene on the stairs. Are you gonna watch?"

"They hate when we watch though."

"And when does that ever stop us?" Thomas asked, jumping behind Qaasim on-screen.

"Good point, let's go. They're bound to start any minute."

The boys ran to the stairs set and found a good spot not in the way of any cameras.

"Hey guys, any idea where Allie is, I wanna talk to her before he shoot." Nat asked, continuing to pace around.

"Ummm, I saw her talking on the phone before I came here." David said. "Oh, there she is."

Allie walked past the boys and sat down on the stairs. Nat went over and sat next to her. "Are you ready to shoot?"

"Nope, I feel like I'm gonna cry and I haven't even done anything yet." She said.

"I know it's gonna be hard but were just acting. It's not like our friendship's broken up, just our characters."

"Yeah, I guess." Allie smiled at him.

"Alright, Nat and Allie, you guys ready?" Polly asked, standing in front of them. Allie began to nervously crack her knuckles. Nat put his hand over hers and she stopped.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Allie sighed, getting up. "Do you want me to start up top?"

"Yeah, we'll start from when Nat leaves the room to chase after you," Polly said. "Both of you go up there."

Allie started to walk up the stairs but Nat grabbed her hand. He pulled her into a hug. "You forgot about your good luck handshakes."

She smiled and walked over to the guys. She did her handshakes she always did with them before a scene with Nat. She gave Nat another hug. He whispered, "Don't be nervous."

"Alright setup." Polly called. The two ran up the stairs. "And action!"

"Hey Rosalina, I'm supposed to tell you to come back to rehearsal." Nat called to her, she was already down one flight of stairs.

"No! Not when you're treating me like this."

"Well, gee, I wonder why I might be a little upset with you right now."

"Well, I don't know why. I didn't do anything wrong."

"How can you even say that? You were just kissing him."

"I told you a thousand times, I only kissed him because he wouldn't go away."

"You expect me to believe that? When you lied to me about kissing him before and then you didn't even tell me he was here in the first place."

"Do you know why I didn't tell you?"

"Why?"

"Because I knew you'd act like this, the way you always do."

"How am I supposed to act to a guy insulting my music and hitting on my girlfriend? Become his best friend?"

"No, I wish you'd just be a little more…"

"What?"

"Never mind." She walked down another set of stairs and he didn't follow her.

"What? What do you wish I'd be a little bit more?" Nat asked. "What, I wanna hear it."

"I wish you'd be a little more mature about this, that's all."

"I'm too immature for you, aren't I?" Nat asked. "Because you've been around the world, you've had all these experiences and you've played music that's too sophisticated, that I couldn't write."

"I didn't say that."

"Yeah, Rosalina was the first song I wrote out of love for you. And to hear you pick it apart…"

"I feel like you're picking everything apart, everything that I say. I feel like I'm under this microscope and you're just watching, waiting for me to mess up so you can just be mad at me again." She said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "And to be honest, I'm really tired of it."

"I'm tired of it too."

"So, that's it then?"

"I guess." Nat shrugged. "But, just to be clear, are you breaking up with me or the band? Or both?"

"Both I guess."

"Fine, fine." He said, running back up the stairs. Allie watched him from below, still crying.

"And cut!" Polly said. "Great job guys."

Allie couldn't even smile; the tears just kept coming out. Nat ran back down the stairs and she ran into his arms, crying into his chest. She asked, "Why am I so sad?"

"I don't know Allie, I don't know." The video continued with more funny clips and ended with a clip of the band rehearsing in their pajamas.

"I know why you were sad." Alex whispered. "Because you wish you were Rosalina and you felt like he was breaking up with you."

"You know Alex; you're a pretty smart kid." Allie smiled, playfully pushing him,