“We’ll be fine. Go on.”
Dana left the catering area and headed to her new trailer, which was next to Samara’s. She hadn’t been in there yet because the moment she arrived, she’d gone to see everyone in the office trailer and sign her paperwork, but now, she was officially on board as a lead in a movie. It was still crazy to her, but it was happening, even though she had yet to believe it. Dana pulled open the door and stepped inside. Her trailer wasn’tasnice as Samara’s, but she had a full bed against the wall, a small kitchen, a little table, and a sofa that could fit about two people if both were very skinny. Then, she noticed a vase with a mixed bouquet on the table and walked toward it. There was a card, so she pulled it out and read it.
Break a leg.
Samara
Dana smiled at that. Samara had sent her flowers. She sat down on the sofa and stared at them. The previous night, they’d eaten with Dana’s friends at the bar. She’d introduced Samara to Caroline and Enid, who had just stopped by on a whim and ended up joining them for drinks. Caroline worked as an artist in Jackson Square, selling her stuff, and Enid had taken over the management of the second NOLA Guides location. Both things seemed to intrigue Samara, so after Dana saw Samara finish her first drink, she’d ordered her a second one and switched to water herself.
Samara had seemed somewhat relaxed for the first time that Dana had seen her, at least, and when she finished that second drink, as promised, Dana had taken her back to the hotel. Samara had even invited her in to keep talking sincethey hadn’t had a lot of time at the bar to talk without prying ears and random people asking Samara for a photo, but Dana had declined because she’d wanted to try to get some sleep. Now, she was looking at flowers that Samara had sent her to celebrate Dana’s success while she sat in a trailer that was all hers.
“Hey, Dana,” a PA she hadn’t met said as she walked into the trailer.
“Oh, hi.”
“Jana,” the woman said, introducing herself. “I’m your PA today.”
“I have a PA?”
“They asked me to help you get settled,” Jana replied, looking down at her phone. “Looks like you have wardrobe up first. Then, makeup. Then, rehearsal with Samara. Then, lunch. Then, rehearsal again. Then, lighting tests and dinner. Then, rehearsalandlighting tests, and–”
“Okay. I get it,” Dana said.
“Oh, I forgot hair. You have a hair thing before lunch, too.”
“Okay,” she said, her heart racing a bit.
“Can I bring you breakfast?”
“I ate already. Thank you,” she lied.
She had yet to eat because she’d been too nervous and worried that she wouldn’t be able to keep it down.
“Snack in an hour? Trust me, you’ll want to keep your energy up. We’re behind, so it’s going to be a busy few days. Well, a couple of months, really.”
“Snack. Sure,” she said.
“Great. What do you like?”
“Oh. Anything, I guess.”
“Do you have a list? I can grab you whatever to stock you up in here and bring you something when you’re done with wardrobe.”
“No list. I’m local, so local stuff. Chips or whatever.”
“Okay. I’ll grab what I can, and you tell me if you want more or different later.”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“Drinks?” the PA asked.
“Soda? Water?” Dana asked back more than said.
“Still or sparkling?”
Dana smiled at the thought of Samara and her special sparkling water.
“Whatever. Not picky.”
