“Grab your script,” the director called to him.
“Got it.” Austin tapped his temple.
The director, who was new, didn’t believe him, so he grabbed his script for a read through. The young lady opposite him was lovely. She had lush red lips, big brown eyes and walnut colored hair. She was also the one who had made the snide remark about him.
“Austin Templeton,” he said, extending his hand. “But I expect you know that.” He flashed his most charming smile.
“Liat Fogleberg,” she replied, giving him a wan smile. “But I don’t expect you’ve heard a thing about me.”
“No, but they don’t tell me anything and I don’t get introduced unless I do it myself. I did hear you’re slated for three episodes.”
“Unless you don’t like me.”
“I’m not the one who makes that decision.”
She frowned, lips pursed and brows furrowed. “You don’t? But—”
“Places!” the assistant director bellowed. “Run through for blocking.”
The next hour was spent running through the scene. They took a short break before shooting a few takes.
* * *
After the break, places were called. Austin handed Dwight the plate. Rochelle and Bunny descended like hawks, checking his hair and makeup before he went back on the set. Liat stood there, waiting for him, looking annoyed. Rochelle wiped crumbs from his lips and jacket.
“Could you possibly not eat crumbly things while we’re filming?”
“I like scones,” he pouted slightly, sounding like a spoiled child. “And they make them just for me. I’ve got half a dozen more to eat before day’s end.”
Rochelle left, laughing at him.
“Scones?” Liat’s face brightened. “Where?”
“Catering table. Get some on the next break. They’re determined to fatten me up and make me a platter every day. Help yourself.”
“Thanks. You’re sure?”
“I’ll tell them. Ready?”
“Why? This isn’t your first time, is it?”
Liat’s eyes narrowed and she gave him a skeptical double take. “No.”
“No nerves allowed. Look at me. Not the least bit nervous.” He did an elaborate shiver and shake, rolling his eyes before doing a jerky, robotic dance.
Liat giggled, dark eyes twinkling, as they found their marks. She took a moment to compose herself, watching Austin get into character. He underwent an amazing transition, going from a thirty-something Englishman to an ageless, alien time traveler before her eyes. She could believe he was The Magician, not Austin Templeton, actor.
“Ready? And go!” the director said.
The scene began. Austin and Liat worked well together. She picked up his energy, working with it, making it her own. By the end of the scene, they were really in sync. After a few more takes, they took another break so the technicians could reset the lights for the next scene.
“Scones!” Austin said, rubbing his hands gleefully. “Come, Morgana, the food awaits!”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes