All's Fair In Love...Chp. 2
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2003 11:07 am
A/N: Chapter 2 up already you say? Mwahahaha, I work fast. But hopefully not sloppily. Enjoy and Please Be Kind and Re...View?Thank you and Please?Enjoy Chapter 2 of??All?s Fair in Love and Acting.?
Chapter 2
*~*~*
It?s all in the Script
Hilde woke up the next morning to the sun creeping over her windowsill and spilling through her blinds, creating a beautiful sun lit aura in her room, but annoying the sleep deprived Hilde. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, the evidence of sleep being swept away by warm fingers and soft sunlight, to reveal misty blue eyes, not yet adjusted to the sudden brilliance of her room.
Hilde would begin filming today for the 3rd season of the show today, and despite role replacements and a raise, she was still a little uneasy about it. For the first two seasons, she had put up with and tried her best to ignore that persistent Treize Khushrenada, but she was surprised to find that she was worried about the change. Would this next season still be a hit? Would she be out of a job by June? She shook her head and made herself promise not to worry about it. After all, showbiz is showbiz, and all good things must come to an end. In contrast, she was kind of excited about it. A new co-star, new plot twists, plenty of new characters, and a few new writers. This could be a good experience for her as an actress, after all, you?re never through learning, and Hilde was learning something new every day?
As the hot water pelted against her smooth skin, she washed all her doubts and questions about the show down the drain and came out refreshed and ready to greet the day. She towel dried her hair, threw on a long sleeved light blue fitted tee and a pair of her favorite jean flairs, and rushed out the door to make her 8 o?clock deadline.
*~*~*
?Sally? Have you seen my script? I had it on my vanity this morning.? A flustered Hilde asked her assistant, not attempting to hide her frustration and worry as she fished through a pile of scripts and paperwork on her vanity.
?No Hil, last time I saw it, it was right there, where ya left it?? She replied, keeping her cool to weigh even and soothe her high-strung friend and boss and pointing nonchalantly at the naked spot on the vanity. ?Maybe the director took it for editing before the first shoot...?? Sally offered in attempts to draw out some of the tension.
?Yeah?maybe your right. I?ll just ask them when Dorothy?s finished the make-up.? Hilde replied finally, letting her shoulders sag a little as she was still unsure of some of her lines and dreaded facing her new co-star and making an ass out of herself. Her, an experienced actress showing up on the set and not being familiar with her lines?It was pathetic?Hilde could not imagine it and would make every attempt to obtain the script before the shoot.
*~*~*
20 minutes later Dorothy finished Hilde?s ?face? and she glanced in the mirror, content with what she saw. The 30 minutes ago earthy girl had been transformed into the fiery innocent that ?Regina Mosgrove? was, and Hilde relished, as she has been doing for the past 2 years, the ability and opportunity to act?to transform her everyday humdrum character into something exciting, dramatic, and?different. That?s what had drawn Hilde to acting. To be someone else for a day was just the release she needed in her life and she didn?t mind the occasional stress that came along with what she loved doing most. She would say, ?You can?t love something, unless you can deal with all the downfalls, disappointments, and anger that come with it?. That was how she lived her life and if she got this far, who knows where she can go from here?
Hilde looked in the mirror a little more, memorizing her plush maroon lips and her misty eyes, trimmed in eye liner and fine gray and silver eye shadow with lash defining mascara, a combination that Hilde loved, as it was just about the most OPPOSITE thing to the real Hilde that she could think of. Dorothy pulled her hair up into a French twist and allowed small pieces of black silk frame her face, adding to her already femme fatale air.
She slipped on the knee length skirt of black silk and buttoned up the white silk blouse, tucking it in and pulling it out slightly, giving it the blousy, laid-back affect and stepped into a pair of 3-inch black pumps. She definitely suited the business look and she was feeling more confident by the minute. She was ready to face the Duo, ready to face the director, and ready to face the world?
*~*~*
?What time do we start shooting?? Duo asked with a mouth full of jelly doughnut. He stepped over to the stage producer, ran a free hand over his black Armani suit, and made sure he was powder free.
?10 minutes, Duo, so ya better be reviewing the script and working on blocking?? The man replied as he checked over some paper work and turned to walk off stage.
~Great, 9 o?clock in the morning, ONE jelly doughnut, and a new co-star who thinks I?m an ass?~ Duo?s day was definitely looking up.
His thoughts were interrupted as Hilde stepped out of the hall and walked passed him towards the director?s office, giving him a sideways glance and maintaining her nonchalant expression. ~Speaking of the devil?~ He thought as he followed her graceful figure, examining every inch of it as it disappeared behind the director?s door.
~He makes my skin crawl?in a good way?~ Hilde thought as she passed him and glanced at him. She would not lie to herself, she thought he was very attractive and involuntarily wished she would fall into his arms again??accidentally?. She shook her head slightly and dismissed the thoughts as she came face to face with the director, hopefully the cause and cure for her frustration earlier.
?Zechs?Have you seen my script?? She asked him, taking a seat in the chair across from his desk.
?Your script? Why would I have your script?? He asked truthfully, the air and concern in his voice, confirming his ignorance of the scripts whereabouts and heightening the tension building in Hilde?s head and chest.
?Oh no...? Was all she said as she looked up towards the ceiling in mock prayer, ?Why me God?? She stood from the chair and sighed exasperatedly, stepping away from the desk and the confused director. ?I have to find it?? She said to herself aloud.
?Hilde, it?s no big deal, we?ll see if we can dig up a copy. Don?t worry about such a trivial thing.? He tried to persuade her. It wasn?t working.
She huffed and stormed out of the office, gaining the attention of all the producers, stage crew and cast as she huffed passed them and headed for Treize?s old dressing room. She had a hunch?and a damn good one?Treize hadn?t moved out of the room quite yet?and if her women?s intuition was on her side today?Treize was somehow at fault?
Come to think of it?the script wasn?t such a trivial thing after all. She stopped in front of the white door with the gold platted Star on the upper center reading ?Treize Khushrenada?. She went to knock on the door, but changed her mind just as her hand was about to hit the cold wood. She hated talking to him, and she knew he was probably in their either packing with anger and indignance, or sulking like the big spoiled baby that he is. Whatever he was going, she didn?t want to deal with him?not to day at least.
She would simply wait for a copy. It was just a script after all. ~I must be loosing it?~ she thought to herself?~Getting angry over a lost script really isn?t my style?I?ll just have to deal without it for the time being?~ she concluded. And with that thought in mind, she hesitatingly backed and turned away from the door, moving to walk back towards the set, when the door slammed open and Treize stormed out, HER script in hand and stopped abruptly in front of her, half not expecting it, but half glad to have run into her.
?So this is the plot for that piece of shit Zechs is directing, eh? Did you know about this Hilde?darling? He seethed. Hilde cringed at the affectionate term he related to her and looked up at him, both angry at his tone of voice and surprised at his sudden actions towards her.
?What are you talking about?? She asked, one eyebrow arched, as she looked at him questioningly.
?Like you don?t know! I?m being written out of the show that?s what I?m talking about!? He yelled. Hilde?s eyes widened as she stared at Treize, his face burning with anger.
~They hadn?t told him yet?~ Hilde was shocked, but at the same time amused. This steady, seemingly calm smooth talker was pissed, and here she was witnessing the phenomenon first hand. Her lucky day?not.
She tried to hide the amusingly satisfied grin that was creeping onto her face and turned away from him.
?It had to happen some time Treize. I suppose you just didn?t?make the cut,? She said, not hinting at any amusement or mocking, but with a strange seriousness. Things like this were serious. Treize was out of a job, and to say that someone didn?t make the cut?well?it was no joking matter.
He stared after her, too angry for words as she walked back to the set. She doubted he was going to give up that easily, and dreaded whatever foul plans Treize would come up with?for Revenge.
She stopped short as her script, having been thrown through the air, landed by her feet. She reached down, picked it up, and continued to walk down the hall. She didn?t have time for his trips?and she decided to worry about her script instead...opening it to page one, she glanced over the introduction:
Act one, scene one??The Accident??
Well? How was it? Was it Good? I hope so?^_^ Review and I?ll try and update again in a couple of days! ^-^
Treize is pretty miffed eh? What kinda plan will he cook up to sabotage the show? Any ideas? I am totally open to ideas and Shiz, so if you have anything you think would look good in the story, Please Volunteer!
Faye Faye
Chapter 2
*~*~*
It?s all in the Script
Hilde woke up the next morning to the sun creeping over her windowsill and spilling through her blinds, creating a beautiful sun lit aura in her room, but annoying the sleep deprived Hilde. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes, the evidence of sleep being swept away by warm fingers and soft sunlight, to reveal misty blue eyes, not yet adjusted to the sudden brilliance of her room.
Hilde would begin filming today for the 3rd season of the show today, and despite role replacements and a raise, she was still a little uneasy about it. For the first two seasons, she had put up with and tried her best to ignore that persistent Treize Khushrenada, but she was surprised to find that she was worried about the change. Would this next season still be a hit? Would she be out of a job by June? She shook her head and made herself promise not to worry about it. After all, showbiz is showbiz, and all good things must come to an end. In contrast, she was kind of excited about it. A new co-star, new plot twists, plenty of new characters, and a few new writers. This could be a good experience for her as an actress, after all, you?re never through learning, and Hilde was learning something new every day?
As the hot water pelted against her smooth skin, she washed all her doubts and questions about the show down the drain and came out refreshed and ready to greet the day. She towel dried her hair, threw on a long sleeved light blue fitted tee and a pair of her favorite jean flairs, and rushed out the door to make her 8 o?clock deadline.
*~*~*
?Sally? Have you seen my script? I had it on my vanity this morning.? A flustered Hilde asked her assistant, not attempting to hide her frustration and worry as she fished through a pile of scripts and paperwork on her vanity.
?No Hil, last time I saw it, it was right there, where ya left it?? She replied, keeping her cool to weigh even and soothe her high-strung friend and boss and pointing nonchalantly at the naked spot on the vanity. ?Maybe the director took it for editing before the first shoot...?? Sally offered in attempts to draw out some of the tension.
?Yeah?maybe your right. I?ll just ask them when Dorothy?s finished the make-up.? Hilde replied finally, letting her shoulders sag a little as she was still unsure of some of her lines and dreaded facing her new co-star and making an ass out of herself. Her, an experienced actress showing up on the set and not being familiar with her lines?It was pathetic?Hilde could not imagine it and would make every attempt to obtain the script before the shoot.
*~*~*
20 minutes later Dorothy finished Hilde?s ?face? and she glanced in the mirror, content with what she saw. The 30 minutes ago earthy girl had been transformed into the fiery innocent that ?Regina Mosgrove? was, and Hilde relished, as she has been doing for the past 2 years, the ability and opportunity to act?to transform her everyday humdrum character into something exciting, dramatic, and?different. That?s what had drawn Hilde to acting. To be someone else for a day was just the release she needed in her life and she didn?t mind the occasional stress that came along with what she loved doing most. She would say, ?You can?t love something, unless you can deal with all the downfalls, disappointments, and anger that come with it?. That was how she lived her life and if she got this far, who knows where she can go from here?
Hilde looked in the mirror a little more, memorizing her plush maroon lips and her misty eyes, trimmed in eye liner and fine gray and silver eye shadow with lash defining mascara, a combination that Hilde loved, as it was just about the most OPPOSITE thing to the real Hilde that she could think of. Dorothy pulled her hair up into a French twist and allowed small pieces of black silk frame her face, adding to her already femme fatale air.
She slipped on the knee length skirt of black silk and buttoned up the white silk blouse, tucking it in and pulling it out slightly, giving it the blousy, laid-back affect and stepped into a pair of 3-inch black pumps. She definitely suited the business look and she was feeling more confident by the minute. She was ready to face the Duo, ready to face the director, and ready to face the world?
*~*~*
?What time do we start shooting?? Duo asked with a mouth full of jelly doughnut. He stepped over to the stage producer, ran a free hand over his black Armani suit, and made sure he was powder free.
?10 minutes, Duo, so ya better be reviewing the script and working on blocking?? The man replied as he checked over some paper work and turned to walk off stage.
~Great, 9 o?clock in the morning, ONE jelly doughnut, and a new co-star who thinks I?m an ass?~ Duo?s day was definitely looking up.
His thoughts were interrupted as Hilde stepped out of the hall and walked passed him towards the director?s office, giving him a sideways glance and maintaining her nonchalant expression. ~Speaking of the devil?~ He thought as he followed her graceful figure, examining every inch of it as it disappeared behind the director?s door.
~He makes my skin crawl?in a good way?~ Hilde thought as she passed him and glanced at him. She would not lie to herself, she thought he was very attractive and involuntarily wished she would fall into his arms again??accidentally?. She shook her head slightly and dismissed the thoughts as she came face to face with the director, hopefully the cause and cure for her frustration earlier.
?Zechs?Have you seen my script?? She asked him, taking a seat in the chair across from his desk.
?Your script? Why would I have your script?? He asked truthfully, the air and concern in his voice, confirming his ignorance of the scripts whereabouts and heightening the tension building in Hilde?s head and chest.
?Oh no...? Was all she said as she looked up towards the ceiling in mock prayer, ?Why me God?? She stood from the chair and sighed exasperatedly, stepping away from the desk and the confused director. ?I have to find it?? She said to herself aloud.
?Hilde, it?s no big deal, we?ll see if we can dig up a copy. Don?t worry about such a trivial thing.? He tried to persuade her. It wasn?t working.
She huffed and stormed out of the office, gaining the attention of all the producers, stage crew and cast as she huffed passed them and headed for Treize?s old dressing room. She had a hunch?and a damn good one?Treize hadn?t moved out of the room quite yet?and if her women?s intuition was on her side today?Treize was somehow at fault?
Come to think of it?the script wasn?t such a trivial thing after all. She stopped in front of the white door with the gold platted Star on the upper center reading ?Treize Khushrenada?. She went to knock on the door, but changed her mind just as her hand was about to hit the cold wood. She hated talking to him, and she knew he was probably in their either packing with anger and indignance, or sulking like the big spoiled baby that he is. Whatever he was going, she didn?t want to deal with him?not to day at least.
She would simply wait for a copy. It was just a script after all. ~I must be loosing it?~ she thought to herself?~Getting angry over a lost script really isn?t my style?I?ll just have to deal without it for the time being?~ she concluded. And with that thought in mind, she hesitatingly backed and turned away from the door, moving to walk back towards the set, when the door slammed open and Treize stormed out, HER script in hand and stopped abruptly in front of her, half not expecting it, but half glad to have run into her.
?So this is the plot for that piece of shit Zechs is directing, eh? Did you know about this Hilde?darling? He seethed. Hilde cringed at the affectionate term he related to her and looked up at him, both angry at his tone of voice and surprised at his sudden actions towards her.
?What are you talking about?? She asked, one eyebrow arched, as she looked at him questioningly.
?Like you don?t know! I?m being written out of the show that?s what I?m talking about!? He yelled. Hilde?s eyes widened as she stared at Treize, his face burning with anger.
~They hadn?t told him yet?~ Hilde was shocked, but at the same time amused. This steady, seemingly calm smooth talker was pissed, and here she was witnessing the phenomenon first hand. Her lucky day?not.
She tried to hide the amusingly satisfied grin that was creeping onto her face and turned away from him.
?It had to happen some time Treize. I suppose you just didn?t?make the cut,? She said, not hinting at any amusement or mocking, but with a strange seriousness. Things like this were serious. Treize was out of a job, and to say that someone didn?t make the cut?well?it was no joking matter.
He stared after her, too angry for words as she walked back to the set. She doubted he was going to give up that easily, and dreaded whatever foul plans Treize would come up with?for Revenge.
She stopped short as her script, having been thrown through the air, landed by her feet. She reached down, picked it up, and continued to walk down the hall. She didn?t have time for his trips?and she decided to worry about her script instead...opening it to page one, she glanced over the introduction:
Act one, scene one??The Accident??
Well? How was it? Was it Good? I hope so?^_^ Review and I?ll try and update again in a couple of days! ^-^
Treize is pretty miffed eh? What kinda plan will he cook up to sabotage the show? Any ideas? I am totally open to ideas and Shiz, so if you have anything you think would look good in the story, Please Volunteer!
Faye Faye