"I still remember the joyous look on your face as you left that hotel. The final straw has been drawn and the fire is now an inferno. The whole "I don't know what you're talking about" act is getting old and it is SO obvious that you know every single detail, right down to which of her hairs never stays in place. You're sitting in my favorite chair with her perfume all over you and you're telling me you've done nothing wrong!" I smack him across the face and he yells in gory pain as the lasting impression of my handprint stings his rosy cheek.
"What's gonna be your next excuse, babe?" I yell as I watch him rock back and forth in a fetal position at my feet. "Are you that oblivious to be so heartless to think that I don't care? That I have no emotions?"
"I pr, pr, promise. I did nothing!" He fights to let out shivering words as he chokes on his tears. "Ple-please! Listen to me!"
I dig the spike of my heel into his side. "Why should I listen to you? You seem to have a knack for lying, how will I know what's the truth and what's not? It's impossible to tell with you! I never should of trusted you!" I extend my leg, spike still in his side, and push him to face the other way. The hotel was trashed after I ransacked it when I found him arriving late in the early hours of the morning, but that was okay, the room was on his AMEX and any damages would simply be added to the monthly bill. I lean down to his ear and whisper softly: "Do you not remember who I am? The connections I have are unlimited and all are ready with the press of a button to ruin your life. Your gettup. Your love affair."
He sighs in relief as I removed the spike of my shoe from his side then winces as he gently touches the mark I left. He struggles to turn and face me and when he does, he manages to say: "You can do nothing to me."
"AND CUT!" yells Dinali. The lights transition on and set bustles to life. The hotel room is miraciously fixed within minutes and production assistants rush to our sides. "Amazing work once again by the power team, Quinn Johnson and David Sides!"
"David," I hold out my hand to help him up.
"Quinn, as always, a pleasure to work with you." responds David.
"Likewise. Now, about that bruise..."
"A souvenir!" He suggests.
We laugh and leave the set, a group of assistants tailing our path. Amazing the changes that can happen within seconds in Hollywood.
"What's gonna be your next excuse, babe?" I yell as I watch him rock back and forth in a fetal position at my feet. "Are you that oblivious to be so heartless to think that I don't care? That I have no emotions?"
"I pr, pr, promise. I did nothing!" He fights to let out shivering words as he chokes on his tears. "Ple-please! Listen to me!"
I dig the spike of my heel into his side. "Why should I listen to you? You seem to have a knack for lying, how will I know what's the truth and what's not? It's impossible to tell with you! I never should of trusted you!" I extend my leg, spike still in his side, and push him to face the other way. The hotel was trashed after I ransacked it when I found him arriving late in the early hours of the morning, but that was okay, the room was on his AMEX and any damages would simply be added to the monthly bill. I lean down to his ear and whisper softly: "Do you not remember who I am? The connections I have are unlimited and all are ready with the press of a button to ruin your life. Your gettup. Your love affair."
He sighs in relief as I removed the spike of my shoe from his side then winces as he gently touches the mark I left. He struggles to turn and face me and when he does, he manages to say: "You can do nothing to me."
"AND CUT!" yells Dinali. The lights transition on and set bustles to life. The hotel room is miraciously fixed within minutes and production assistants rush to our sides. "Amazing work once again by the power team, Quinn Johnson and David Sides!"
"David," I hold out my hand to help him up.
"Quinn, as always, a pleasure to work with you." responds David.
"Likewise. Now, about that bruise..."
"A souvenir!" He suggests.
We laugh and leave the set, a group of assistants tailing our path. Amazing the changes that can happen within seconds in Hollywood.
