Chapter 210: Epilogue

Chapter Two

Priscilla

They were dressing me in the shortest blue night shorts I'd ever worn and purposefully put an off-the-shoulder white t-shirt on me that was so large it almost covered said shorts.

Yeah, Jaymeson was going to flip.

Since it was my first scene, I'd wanted Dani with me. She was sitting with Demetri and Alec while I got ready.

Yeah, if my parents were here, they would be horrified.

Or maybe not horrified, but my dad would definitely be questioning my outfit.

But they weren't.

This was my new life.

My new life as an actress. Yeah, that still sounded weird. At the initial press conference I'd been asked if this was going to be a career choice. I hadn't been able to answer.

A knock sounded at the door, then it opened. A PA poked in her head. “Hey, you ready?”

“As I'll ever be.” I gave her a brave smile.

“Don't sweat it.” She held the door open for me so I could walk past. “Jaymeson's a pro. He won't let you feel nervous.

“Right.” I swallowed the dryness in my throat as my eyes greedily took in the cameras and at least two dozen people milling about.

Pretty sure that whenever I watched movies I just magically assumed that it was the camera crew and the director.

“Pris.” Jaymeson strutted over to me and grasped my hands. His were warm, while mine were cold and sweaty. “You'll be fine.”

“Promise?” I squeaked, feeling so insecure that it was hard to breathe. I didn't belong in his world.

“You're the most beautiful co-star I've ever worked with.”

“Wow, laying it on thick I see.” I grinned.

“He's British.” Danny Erickson came up beside me. “It's what he does. Don't let his accent fool you, Pris. I still have a grandson who would be more than happy to take you off his English hands.”

Jaymeson glared. “Very funny.”

Danny laughed and threw up his arms. “Alright, let's do this. You two ready?”

“Yes,” we said in unison.

Danny turned to face everyone. “Places everyone.”

A PA came over the speakers. “Quiet on set.”

Jaymeson disappeared behind the window.

The lights went dim, as if it was nighttime.

Holy freaking crap.

“Action!”