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It seemed like the phone is was never going to ring, the second or third time she checked it seem to calm her misery a little but each time after that made her nerves go crazy. So instead the blonde chose to gather up the papers around her to put them in a pile, it did make her hands not shake as much and it did somewhat favor for her mind as she could at least have a little more leg room.
Not too long after the last paper was stacked her phone would ring, and by that extension more likely than not her manager going for some last minute cheering up rather than the casting company.
Looking at the caller id she groaned, hanging up she instead called the number up on her personal mobile phone.
“O you know that I’m waiting for this phone call why on earth would you call me on my landline?” though she was irritated she tried her best to not let it show as she talked to the other.
“Just making sure that you haven’t spent all day staring at that phone Clarke, have you even eaten today?” Of course, by the silence that followed it could easily be assumed that she had not eaten that day instead waiting for the phone, the other sighing, “Clarke you’re going to get that role, you are going to make a great movie and maybe even some sub-par sequels. But first go and have something to eat- and l doubt you’ve bathed so do that too”.
As nice as it was to have a friend so caring about her welfare it got annoying at times, thankfully it would not be now. “Roger that eat and bath and make many a fan disappointed in the sequels to my movies”. “Though O if l do end up making a great sequel you may regret those words” she added standing up to walk over to her kitchen.
When she chose the apartment she went price over space, so it was quite small in design. Her acting career wasn’t quite all that big, guest starring in shows and having a cameo every now and again wasn’t getting her the top floor of any sort of apartment complex any day soon. So within a couple steps, she was in her kitchen, cupboard doors mostly open as she forgot to most likely close them from the night before. Strolling to the fridge is when the other began to speak once more.
“Well go prove me wrong then, just for the love of god don’t smell like you did last weekend when you talked on the phone with them”.
Raising an eyebrow it was a struggle not to remind the other smell-o-vision was not yet quite a thing, and hopefully her job would not be taken away from her because they guessed she smelt bad over the phone. Okay though she could have had a point as she remembered how she didn’t have the best aroma the weekend that the two hung out and she got the first call from the company. Switching the hand for her phone she leaned on the cheap counter top, slipping on top of it to instead sit on it after a few seconds.
“Okay maybe last weekend it had been a while, but l swear to god that was a one-time thing and if you were here you could smell the vanilla on me from a mile.” A lie though she wasn’t in the mood for the other to start going on a rant about personal health and hygiene right before she possibly got the role that would be the quick start of her career. “Don’t worry so much Octavia l promised that l wouldn’t skip showers after you puked in my trashcan”. It was when she sensed the other was about to talked that she continued “plus if I’m a ‘big star’ later I feel like you’d sell someone stories about how the l didn’t bath”.
Chucking couldn’t be helped from the blonde’s side prompting the other person on the line to join in as well. A comfortable moment passed between the two before the other added onto what she had said.
“Just eat something okay, really it’ll help calm your nerves and honestly as long as you bath some point today l don’t care,” Octavia said lightly, Clarke could practically feel the others smile from the phone.
“I will okay, don’t be such a worry wart” and with that, the blonde hung up the phone.
Slipping off the counter it was a short stroll to the fridge which was once again open. It was hard to look through it as it was like her apartment mostly bare-with only a few things in it. Of those things it was but of course, nothing she could make a larger meal out of much to the delight of her grumbling stomach. Pulling out what she assumed to be not-off yogurt she got a spoon out of a drawer and silently walked back into the lounge room.
Slipping off the yogurt lid it was thrown across the room, landing in but of course, not the bin rather a shirt she had put on the ground maybe two days ago. Back in her old spot on the chair, she began to lazily eat at the spoonful of yogurt, eyes on the phone.
Clarke honestly loved Octavia’s and all her friends and families support in her decision to leave art school to get into acting, but it was too much for her some-times and it felt like she really needed to be alone for now.
It began after her second or third mouthful, the phone rang with such a loud ‘Ring’ that she could feel her neighbours glare from the other side of the hallway. The spoon was dumped into the container, the container dumped but of course up right (the phone call was important but she really didn’t want to be cleaning yogurt out of her carpet for the rest of the week). For some reason the phone felt really heavy in her hand, why hadn’t she gotten the lighter model of this thingy? But then again it was probably nerves, but weren’t nerves funny feelings in the tummy? She felt like she was going to lose her heart like it would jump out of her chest.
“Miss Griffin? Is it”
“Yes ,Clarke Griffin at the phone, who might this be” oh god her voice was rough and she was already asking dumb questions.
“It’s the director to the movie you have applied for, ‘Dawson’s troublesome” thankfully the other wasn’t fazed by the question at all. “l came to call you about the movie and say from a vote you-“
Oh god, could her heart be beating any faster than right now, if she was in a horror movie she felt like a tormented expression would fit right in.
“That you got the part in the movie, though there was a stipulation that we did not discuss with you at the audition”
Interest peaked it was hard not respond with, “and what is that?”
It was an awkward sort of pause before the other continued, what sort of thing would be so awkward to talk over the phone about? This made her a little sus-pious. “It’s hard to explain over the phone, though I will get some-one on my PR to email you the details of it”. “I know this may seem very weird but if you do not like the updated terms by which we sent you, you decide to not come to the final signing. Though if you do chose to l hope that you enjoy making this movie with us”.
“Well l don’t know what I’ll say then, but I’ll give it a thought when l see it tomorrow”
“That is all we can ask for after all”
It wasn’t long after that when the other hung up, looking at the phone the blonde couldn’t hide her curious expression. So a new addition would be made, how strange could it be?
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The coffee was warm in her hands as she went to go get another mouthful of it. Straight black she choose that morning, it would be another nerve-racking day and it was important to get all the caffeine that life would provide for the day. The coffee of the day was bought at a much different one from her usual, the colours were darker and the tone more of a business one. Though it all made sense seeing as the customers around her were all wearing a form of suit chatting on a phone while typing away on their laptops.
She stuck out like a saw thumb with her best skirt and blouse on, it was not dirty thankfully as her back-up one didn’t quite fit in at all with the feeling of this place. Though of course looking down at her phone she couldn’t help but re-read the text that was given to her a week ago today.
“Among other obligations in this is has be decided that as PR for this movie you and your co-star will pretend to date outside of this movie…”
After that it went on about how it would go about but she only skimmed the rest, it was well thought out by the looks of it and seemingly every-thing that could go wrong had already been planned out. Even a break up speech if she was already going out with some-one; thankfully she was not as the script was pretty direct and weird. Another drink down her throat she felt a little bit more of her nerves calm, though it was then she thought of maybe looking around the place.
How long had she been there for waiting? Only thirty minutes by the look of the clock but it was still enough time for her to worry that they might have forgotten her. Though heavy steps and a man walking in her way made her feel calm.
“Clarke Griffin is that you?” he asked and she nodded politely cause gotta make a good first-time impression on people.
“You must be my co-star from the movie it’s great to meet you” she greeted back looking at him with interest, more of Octavia’s type but he seemed nice enough. Looking around after she drifted off she realized that they were both getting weird looks, okay maybe just saying the movie in such a public café could be seen as a little bit weird.
“Not co-star sorry” he chuckled taking a seat by the blonde, “l was just sent in here to make sure that you didn’t split once you heard what they wanted you to do”.
She wanted to say how it was no big deal, the dating would only go on as long as the movie and in all honesty, it would get her a role in a highish budget movie so it wouldn’t be hard at all to act maybe a little in real life. Make a book one day too? A movie of her own who knows. Though it dawned on her that he was too busy looking at his phone typing a message to bother hearing what she could say in response.
In but mere moments a woman walked into the café, dark brown hair and green eyes so hard to describe Clarke wanted to grab her paint brush for the first time since she put them down and sworn them off. Soon after looking around she went into their direction small smile to the man next to her and a look of unknowing to the blonde and a hidden look of mistrust.
“Sorry l took so long extra copies had to be printed and It had a paper jam” voice guarded this other woman seemed like a mystery.
“Clarke,” the man said at once pointing to the new woman, “this is your new co-star Lexa Woods”.
Of course, words unsaid said ‘you’ll be possibly doing PDA with her in public woo’.
“I am assuming you did not get in the text that l would be a woman too?” of course this seemed to annoy Lexa as she turned to the man. “Lincoln l thought you would have let her know this fact”.
Before Lincoln could respond Clarke butted in, “hey it’s no problem I thought it was a well-known fact I’m bisexual”. Honestly, she was surprised at the gender, but this did not seem to be much of a problem for her; any gender it would have been awkward in the first meeting.
A glimmer in Lexa’s eyes whispered mis-trust thought still she put a thick binder in front of the blonde, not quite too thick for stables to be useless it had quite a few pages. It was but of course when she realized that it was, in fact, a two separate bundles. A smaller two to three-page contact with the script down the bottom.
“Well if this does in-fact change matters for you then you may sign this now” with that a pen was pushed her way. “It should be like the one you read when you saw the director the first day”.
That it was, though it was tweaked here and there and of course the new added move they would make. So with-out any doubt the blonde flattened the paper and gently wrote her signature where it had been asked on the dotted line. Slipping it back with a smile she slipped the pen as well in the shuffle.
“So l guess I’ll see you both at shooting” Clarke started taking a drink out of her cup.
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