When we arrive at where the movie was being shot, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but actually went to the director’s trailer to let him know I had arrived. “So how do our new movie star fee tonight?” “I’m kind of nervous. I have my friends with me and none of them know I’m in this movie.” “Don’t you think you’re taking this secrecy a bit too far, Jerri? These are your friends after all.” “I know, but I couldn’t take the chance that one of them might say something by mistake.” “I applaud your dedication. Don’t worry; I won’t let the cat out of the bag. Oh, before I forget, my assistant just told me everything is set for your private wrap party. Everyone knows why you’re not making an official appearance …show more content…
They should’ve been here hours ago. I’m not holding up production for such a small bit part.” “What do you suggest we do,” said the man the director was yelling at. “This is the last scene and they haven’t arrived yet.” It doesn’t matter who does it. All they have to do is take an envelope, kiss someone to hide their face from the villains tries to get the letter, and escape through the crowd. How hard can that be?” “But, Director…” “Look, this has been a long day and the actors you hired were only going to be on screen for less than thirty seconds. All they needed was someone to…,” the director stops shouting and points at me. “Excuse me, would you like to be in a movie? It’s only a bit part and there are no lines. All you have to do is take an envelope, kiss your boyfriend, and the two of you push through the crowd.” “I don’t know.” “She’ll do it,” Angela said quickly, and pulled Rudy to me. “Here’s her boyfriend.” Rudy opened his mouth to say something, but Angela poked him in his chest and whispered, “Chances like this doesn’t happen to models often. Don’t mess this up for Jerri. Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll do fine.” “That’s not the point,” Rudy growled in return. “What if my
setting up the rest of the film for us, as well as showing us it is a
She quickly finished cleaning and went to bed to get some rest, as she lay in bed she turned on her phone and could see that her social media accounts were blowing up with the search for the mystery senior that had Tristan going crazy. The minute that he posted a tweet that said he had her cap almost everyone in the entire school had replied saying it was theirs. This made Armani laugh and thinking nothing of it she replied with a comment “wonder who’s” with that she went to
Creaking sounds from the door only stimulated Carisi’s nerves further. Automatically, he noticed Barba craned over a dining table, papers splayed out across it. The door opening set off the lawyer’s daily alarm to greet his boyfriend. This was usually followed Carisi setting his coat and scarf by the door, but in this instance he skipped that step, leaving Barba to gesture toward the coat rack. Of course, red flags went off in Barba’s mind, and these presented themselves in the form of a signature puzzled
“I know we will. You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve known lots of people that have done
“Can I kill him? Can this be the end? No, it’s not going to work.”
“Don’t ya start being reckless. Besides, we don’t know if he’s got any of the others yet. Say, where’s Slim and George at?”
“I’m sure Sheila, and Monica are down with that,” he says hoping to get them all on the same page. Pauses, for a moment he gives a strange look at Gretchen.
“These four opened fire as we entered the building, the rest we were able to apprehend before it got worse.”
"They'll keep out of my way," she insisted. "It takes two to make an accident."
“I can’t believe I am doing this.” I say, more to myself, than Zander. “I’ll meet you there at say, 7:00 o’clock?”
In my senior year of high school, I had to persuade the owner (Skip) favorite coffee shop, MJ’s, to allow me to film there for a night. MJ’s had a relaxing, laid-back atmosphere with deep purple walls that always had local artist’s works of art hanging from them. The coffeehouse led to a wonderful theater with black walls and deep red chairs. After asking a worker if I could talk to Skip, I set up a meeting with Skip later that day. I knew I had a low chance with the tight budget we had for the short film, but the coffeehouse was the perfect location for one short scene! As I launched into my much-rehearsed speech, I found him growing more and more intrigued.
As a child, I liked to watch the “behind the scenes” of a movie. My sisters and I always tried to recreate the movies I watched behind the scenes footage for – I was always the director and editor, and they were the actresses. It was around my freshmen year in school when one day I was editing a video me and my sisters had made I realized that I decided that I wanted to become a movie director. So, if I could have a ticket to go anywhere, it would be to a studio in Hollywood to direct a Hollywood movie.
“Oh yeah! We’re going to get killed,” she added. “Don’t you think it was wrong for them to schedule our senior night with that game?”
“Well, darling are you going to sing?” She asks, with a bitter smirk. I look at the crowd, Alya grins at me. I glare at her. Well, are ya? She mouths. I look down at my red dress and grin. I’ll give them a show to
I feel the lush red carpet underneath my elegant heels and smile as cameras rush up to snap pictures of the slow procession. I slowly walk into the large hall of my very first Hollywood premiere. A colleague of mine sweeps over with a large grin on her face.