Trevor took a step forward; he lowered his voice. A sneer curled his upper lip.
“You are used goods. No one gives a crap about your movies. You’re in this because some doddering studio exec had a crush on you in the nineties. Probably before I was born.”
Goldie wanted to slap his face, she wanted to spit, she wanted to tell him to take his superhero movie and shove it up his Fortress of Solitude.
He took a step forward, looming over her, with all pretenses of respect gone.
“Did you hear me? I do not want you here. So, if I tell you to kiss a mutant rottweiler in the next scene, you’ll do it, or you’re out on your ancient arse.”
Goldie put her hands up. It was a reflex, as though she was being assaulted. But he kept at it.
“I have a vision, and it doesn’t have grandparent superheroes.”
That was such a joke. She was old, but half the actors who played superheroes in this cast were older than she was.
Goldie flung herself around. She did not want tobe near this man.
“Get out of my trailer. I don’t have to take this!”
As she flung around, dramatically, of course, the back of her hand made contact with Trevor’s lacky assistant. Who knows what Derek’s job was, but he was always carrying things for Trevor.
“Ow, oh, oh she hit me!”
“What?”
“You scratched me. You psycho diva, you scratched my face!”
“I’m sorry, I?—”
Goldie looked at Trevor. He seemed happy, victorious even, at this little mishap.
Uh great. He was going to make that the thing.
“It’s okay. Menopause did the same thing to my mom.”
Goldie was done with this little jerk, done with this job, done with this town.
“Get out. I’m not doing the scene. I’m not doing any more scenes in this piece of crap movie!”
“Fine by me. I’m sure the studio will be happy to take back the millions you’re getting for a few minutes of airtime. Or maybe Derek’s lawyer will.”
Great, a threat now.
Trevor skittered out of the trailer, supporting Derek as though he’d been nearly killed by the errant brush of her hand.
She was 5’ 2” and tipped the scales at a whopping 110 pounds, but sure, she really hurt that full-grown man.
Goldie intended to run to the door and scream an epithet at the director, but she forgot she was still half locked into the tight, constricting, totally ridiculous superhero costume.
She tripped on her way to the door and hit the makeup table on her way down. Brushes and tubes when flying, and she landed with a thud.
There was no complete silence in the small space as the makeup assistant, wardrobe assistant, and wig master stared down at her.
“Get this stupid thing off me!” She lifted her legs, and three assistants did their best to extricate her from the suit.
The entire episode was humiliating and infuriating and left Goldie unsure of what to do next. She’d always been sure when it came to her work.
By the next day, the story of Goldie Hayes’ behavior was all over TMZ, TikTok, and Twitter. She was the temperamental aging has-been actress who didn’t understand the vision of the hot shot cool bro dude director.
