‘Perfect, thank you,’ I responded. He was something – tight butt, lean, sophisticated, tall, muscly and not an ounce of fat on him. Super sexy.
I studied what I could see of him from the bed, and hoped I was the only one doing so. Reading my thoughts, he entered with a cold bottle of champagne, two glasses and an explanation.
‘One-way glass,’ he said. ‘Walk around naked as much as you like.’
‘Ah, good to know, I’ll do just that,’ I said, drawing the sheet to cover myself and propping up against a pillow. I took the glasses from him as he popped the cork.
‘I can’t stay late,’ I said.
‘What? Why?’ he looked shocked. ‘It’s Saturday night!’
‘I have my final scene on this film I’m working on first thing Monday morning,’ I teased. ‘Even though I’m a wasted crack whore, I’d like to not be too wasted tomorrow so I can practice my lines and get the scene just right in my head.’
He filled our glasses and clinked his against mine in a toast.
‘I respect that, thank you,’ he said.
I nodded and sipped. Dry, delicious and bubbly. I gave an appreciative groan and then after some small talk and champagne appreciation, he teased my mouth with his delicious cold, champagne-flavoured tongue and it began again.
Chapter 16– The last scene
I finished in make-up, thanked the girls for the last time and gave them both a hug. I looked like shit; they did a great job. It was my last scene today in Edgar’s movie and my most difficult scene. It had very few words and lots of pain and emotion. I was telling my lover—played by Kyle Hughes who I met at the audition and who had a few minor supporting actor film roles under his belt—that I couldn’t meet his expectations; I couldn’t just walk away and run off with him. I needed my supply, I needed to look after my sick mother, I needed to be here now even if I was only half here … and he was going to say goodbye and leave me. It was an elaboration of the scene we did for the audition.
I felt very, very raw this morning and Nelly read me just right. She was coming in early with me – she had a couple of scenes mid-morning. We didn’t have breakfast, it was too early and my call sheet had me in from 6am, and Nelly from 7.30am. We sat on the Tube and she reached for my hand.
‘So, are you worried about the scene, or sad because it is your last day, or just not a morning person, or none or all of the above?’ she asked.
I smiled and looked at her. ‘I appreciate the multi-choice at this hour of the morning.’ I glanced at the window which only reflected my image. ‘Honestly?’
‘Honestly,’ she insisted.
‘I did it with Edgar on Saturday night.’
She gasped.
‘It was good, actually, it was great,’ I told her. ‘But now I’m really emotionally into him and today I leave the set and if he doesn’t call, I won’t see him again. Plus, I’m doing a scene today which is so close to home for me that I know I’m going to hit a wall after it, and I’m unemployed from tomorrow. Yep, cheery day, sorry to be a drag.’
‘And, the real issue?’ she asked because she knew me so well.
I grinned. ‘What, that wasn’t enough drama at this hour?’
She smiled. ‘Spill it.’
I breathed out. ‘Saturday night with Edgar was like saying a final goodbye to Heath.’
Nelly nodded and gripped my hand tighter. ‘Tonight then, let’s lash out and go to our pub, have a drink for your last scene, stay out and not think about anything heavy.’
I gave her a grateful look.
‘Brilliant, I’d love that, thanks.’
‘Sure, and you’ll have to do the same for me on my last day. As for Edgar, I’ve no doubt you’ll be seeing him regularly. He’s launched your film career,Wyldegirl, he’s not going to let you go without taking full credit,’ she said and nudged me.
I smiled. ‘Yeah, we’ll see. But thanks for saying the perfect thing.’
Our stop came into view and we rose and headed to the door.
My last scene. Another last scene.