Chapter 63 Art to Drool Over
“You can’t have him! He’s mine!” Sarah, playing the part of Francesca,” said with a look of determination on her face that made Andrea think she was pretending they were talking about Case instead of Travis’s character, Drake.
“I’m sorry, Francesca,” Andrea said in Isabella’s accent. “But… Drake and I are in love. If you can’t understand that, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you.”
Francesca took two steps forward so that she was in Isabella’s face. “I hate you!” That was all she was supposed to say, but then, out of the corner of her eye, Andrea saw Sarah’s arm coming up. Was she actually going to slap her?
In a flash, Andrea raised her hand and caught Sarah around the wrist, blocking the blow and squeezing—hard. “Francesca, you’re going to have to understand that there’s nothing you can do. It’s over!”
“Ouch!” Sarah said, and Andrea instantly let go. “What the hell, Andrea? That hurt!”
“Since when are you supposed to slap me?”
“Cut!” Cam screamed. He was over by their side immediately. “Sarah, why did you try to slap her? That’s not in the script.”
“I wasn’t going to slap her. I was just going to move that obnoxious lock of hair from her face. Instead, she sunk her claws into my arm!”
“I didn’t use my fingernails.” Andrea was trying not to get upset. She was being baited again.
“Let me see.” Sarah raised her arm, and Cam looked at it. Her forearm was a little red, but there were no fingernail marks. “I think you’ll be fine. Let’s try it again. This time, no slap. Don’t break character.”
“Sorry,” Sarah muttered. “But I thought my arm was going to be snapped in half.”
Andrea rolled her eyes. Like she could do that. Stephon came over and powdered both of them and then straightened Andrea’s hair so there would be no reason for Sarah to do it.
They started the scene over. This time they got past that line, and Sarah said her next one. “I love him, Isabella! There’s nothing you can do to keep me from him. Case and I are meant to be!”
“Cut!” Cam shouted and came sauntering over. Sarah recognized her mistake and was rubbing her forehead. “Drake,” he reminded her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It’s Drake.”
“I know. Sorry. I just… it won’t happen again.”
“Are you sure you’re up for this today? I heard you’ve been to the doctor recently. Are you feeling all right?”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ve got it.”
“Okay. Let’s take it from that line. When you’re ready.” Cam looked at Andrea, and she nodded—she was definitely ready.
The assistant with the marker sign came out and said his bit. Cam yelled action, and Sarah said, “I love him! There’s nothing you can do to keep me from Drake! He and I are meant to be!”
“Meant to be?” Isabella laughed. She took a step forward, using her anger at Sarah to fuel her character. “You just want what you can’t have, Francesca. Listen carefully to me. You will never get my man!”
The next thing she knew, Andrea’s face was wet. She stepped back, blinking and gasping as Cam shouted cut for the third time and Stephone shouted, “My masterpiece!”
An assistant rushed over with a towel, and that’s when Andrea realized what had happened. “She spit on me?”
Cam and Sarah were off to the side talking. He looked about as unhappy as she’d ever seen him. Sarah seemed apologetic at first, and then she started stomping her foot and crying. It looked fake to Andrea, but she reminded herself she was the bigger person.
“Let me get a wet wipe with antibacterial sanitizer on it, honey,” the assistant, a kind woman named Kim, said. “We can’t be too careful.” She hurried off, and Stephon came over.
“How are you, precious? It took me hours to get that look right, and now it’s gone in the blink of an eye and the twist of a lip.”
“I’m fine, Stephon. It’s not all messed up is it?”
“Girl, I can fix anything. I cannot believe that b*tch just spit on you. The vulgarity!”
“I’m trying not to think about it.” Andrea clenched and unclenched her fists. Sarah was doing her best to provoke her, and she just wasn’t going to have it.
Kim was back to wipe her face, and then Stephon started on her makeup. “You’re going to have to fix her, too. She’s crying.”
“That woman can fix herself,” he said, shaking his head.
Andrea smiled. “You have to be neutral, sweetie.”
“I had been until this. It might’ve been your face, honey, but it was my work! People don’t spit on works of art!”
She couldn’t blame him for being upset. When Cam called for Sarah’s makeup to be fixed, Stephon went over, but it was one of his assistants who actually fixed Sarah’s streaks from crying. He was giving it to the actress, too. All Andrea could hear was Sarah saying, “I said I’m sorry!”
But she hadn’t said she was sorry to Andrea. Because she wasn’t.
After about a ten minute break, they tried the scene again, picking it up from Francesca’s line. “He and I are meant to be!”
“Meant to be? You just want what you can’t have, Francesca. Listen carefully to me. You will never get my man!”
Sarah stepped even closer to Andrea so that they were only inches apart. Her eyes flashed something sinister, something Andrea had never seen in a human before. When she said her next line, it was a growl from the back of her throat. “We’ll just see about that. Isabella.”
“Cut—perfect!” Cam said, smiling with glee. “All right. Costume change for you, Sarah. You have a scene with Travis. Andrea, darling, you are done for the day. We shall see you tomorrow.”
Giving Sarah one last look over her shoulder, Andrea went off the set to change back into her own clothes and go home. She was glad she’d get to spend more time with Case and Charlie, but something about the way Sarah had said that last line had her unnerved. Something told her that was more than Francesca talking to Isabella.
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