What if I get a chance to meet the celebrities? I wonder what those girls back at the diner would say about that. Maybe I’ll even get to take a picture with the famous Andrea Block or that handsome guy who’s playing the lead role. Those girls from the diner would lose their minds if I told them where I am right now.
Finally, a woman wearing all black and driving a golf cart arrives at the security check-in station.
“Annie?” she asks, getting out of the golf cart.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
She looks me over. “Wow, you really dressed the part, didn’t you?” She chortles, glancing over at the security guard who is also smirking at me in a way that makes me feel stupid. I’m a nurse. Nurses wear scrubs. What’s the problem here?
I look down at myself, doing a double-check that I’m actually wearing my pink Hello Kitty scrubs, because I’m suddenly afraid that maybe I forgot to put on pants or something. But no, I’m wearing my favorite white sneakers, and I’m fully clothed.
“Yes ma’am,” I say, biting my lip. “Should I be wearing solid colors or something else?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Honey, you’re just an extra, you can wear whatever the heck you want.”
“An extra? Are there more nurses on site?”
“Come on, let’s get you on the set,” she says, motioning for me to hop on the golf cart with her. She doesn’t seem to hear the question I asked, or maybe she’s just too busy to care.
I take in the sights of being on a film set—several white trailers, lots of security, box vans, tents, and equipment everywhere. I even see that camera equipment that looks like train tracks and mini cranes that hold up the cameras for different angles.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling stupid but knowing I need to clarify what the heck she meant. “What do you mean about being an extra? Are there other nurses and I’m the one on standby or something?”
Lucia frowns. “Honey, you’re just an extra.”
Anxiety rises up my throat. “I’m sorry, I think I got mixed up with someone else. I’m Annie Reyes. I was hired for the nursing position.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Honey, there is no nursing position. What are you talking about?”
I take out my phone and show her the job listing that I applied to. Her brows crinkle together as she reads it.
“Oh my gosh,” Lucia says, lowering her head and closing her eyes for a moment. “That intern is the biggest idiot…” She looks up and breathes a deep sigh. “Well, my dear, you are correct. You did apply to a nursing position. But that’s not the job we’re offering you at all… and I can’t believe the intern I tasked with posting a job position would make such a huge mistake.”
My pulse quickens as I realize this isn’t a nursing job after all. She’s going to send me home and I’ll be back to where I started with no income and no way to pay my bills.
But then Lucia shrugs. “The actual job is to be a stand-in for Andrea Block, who plays thenurse characterin this movie. We don’t need a real nurse, just a stand-in for someone who plays a fictional nurse. The actress broke her arm, but the filming must continue even without her, so we just need a warm body to be there for the other actors to act around, so we can still get some filming done.”
“You want me to fill in for Andrea Block?” I say, barely able to comprehend what I’ve just said. She’s a famous actress. I have never acted a day in my life, unless you count being polite around patients who are getting on my last nerve.
“It’s super easy,” Lucia continues. “You’ll just be an extra. You won’t have to do much. The job is yours if you still want it. What do you say?”
Before I can answer, the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life walks up to us. Technically it’s the second time I’ve seen him, but he’s even hotter now without that ridiculous beanie and ugly sunglasses. It’s Trevor Owens himself, looking just like his picture online, wearing jeans and a tight-fitting white t-shirt, a friendly smile on his gorgeous, chiseled face.
“Hello, are you the Andrea stand-in?”
Our eyes meet. I know without a single shred of doubt that this man right here is the jerk from the bathroom the other day.
I can’t believe I’ll get paid to stand around and look at this gorgeous man all day. This might be the greatest job on the entire planet. Looks like my string of bad luck has crash landed right into a brick wall of the best luck ever. I nod, realizing I hadn’t answered his question.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
CHAPTER6
Trevor
Life can be so weird. Incredibly weird.
Almost unbelievably weird.
