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  • This Is Not Like How We Rehearsed

    September 1, 2009 — With 362 words — Read — Share
    The main character’s actor is in his trailer with his head above the sink.
    Using a small mirror he is cutting of random chunks of his hair.
    After cutting off a couple he is done, looks in the mirror at himself.
    He is used to reading words from a script as if they were this own.
    But now he had to think up something nice to say himself.
    While he looks into the mirror he tries somethings he could say to her.
    “You are beautiful.”
    “I think I’m in love with you.”
    “You are like the sun, no the stars, the moon.”
    He knocks the mirror over and gets his coat.
    He gets out of his trailer and goes to where the set is.
    He sits in a chair and a woman comes up to him.
    “.. you again! This is the third time today I just did your hair couple of hours ago.” She yelled from behind him.
    He looks up into the mirror and sees her standing behind him.
    “What happened to your hair?! Last time it turned blond and now this!?”
    She screamed, but corrected herself by lowering her voice from this point on.
    He imagined her being a SM mistress, wearing latex yelling at him.
    Not really his thing he thought to himself, but God was she hot.

    For the next couple of hours he stared at her from the mirror in front of him.
    Her anger seemed gone, but her lips holding onto the comb made her cheeks bold so it looked like she was smiling.
    When she has finished doing his hair she does his makeup.
    And as she is staring into his pores he kissed her on the mouth.
    They hold the kiss for quite long but there is confusion on her face.
    “I might be a good actor but I just don’t know what to say.
    Or how to say what I feel when I’m around you.”
    He said.
    She appeared to be in some kind of shock, new to him so he had no clue what to do.
    The director interrupts them and he has to do this next scene.

    The next day in his trailer he is making sure she has to take a hour or more doing his make up.
    Another date he laughed to himself.
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