CASTAWAY PICTURES PRESENTS
Mary Ann Summers was the kind of girl who could get used to new things but a new odor, especially a bad one, was something else.
"Ugh! What's that awful smell?" she asked, holding her nose with one hand while she waved smoke away with the other. She observed Ginger Grant leaning over something on the fire.
"That bad? I thought it would come out better," Ginger said, sulking. Mary Ann looked in the pot, burned badly of what should, or used to be fish stew.
"Well, for one thing, charcoal is not edible, least not where I grew up," she said, picking up the spoon and sniffing, and then gagging at the smell.
"So much for that," Ginger sulked. She took off her apron and sat down to think.
"Why are you cooking? Don't you like us any more?" Mary Ann teased. The only way she'd ever eat that concoction was if she had a death wish, and that wouldn't be any time soon.
"No Mary Ann. I need a new career! You saw that movie we made, people laughed, and believe me, you don't laugh at a Ginger Grant film," Ginger explained, and then gave a very depressed sigh.
"Look at the bright side," Mary Ann offered, sitting down beside her. She put an arm around her friend and squeezed her shoulder.
"What bright side? My career of drama and romance is done. And one more thing, I don't think that man ever even dated something that wasn't a test tube or a book," Ginger said, sighing once more.
"I agree with you there. The Professor is cute, but not very romantic," Mary Ann agreed. "But I think you should stick with acting," she went on, and Ginger gave her a curious look.
"Why?"
"Because… and I'm not saying this to depress you, but we're still stuck here, and it could be ages before we are rescued," Mary Ann said.
This depressed Ginger even more.
"But here is a real bright side! People will recognize you and know Ginger Grant is still alive and you'll be even more famous," she added quickly and Ginger screamed in delight and hugged her room mate.
"You're right Mary Ann! I need to go practice a scene… I wonder how many fans were smiling when they saw me?" Ginger asked, too excited to wait for an answer, and she scurried away.
"Probably not many… Who knows if the public really saw it?" Mary Ann answered, grateful her room mate was out of earshot.
The other five were worried about Ginger as well. No one else cared about whether their movie was being found funny; they were just disappointed it didn't get them rescued. But that night the redhead put on a dynamite performance and it seemed the movie-making adventure had been forgotten.
Gilligan climbed into his hammock after the show and smiled.
Dear Diary,
We made a movee, it was silent… shhh. It got a good revew tho. Were gud acters but not as gud as Ginger. Glad she didn't let it buther her.
Gilligan