“Morning, Samara,” her stylist said.
Samara couldn’t remember her name, so she just said, “Hi. Has my breakfast been delivered here by any chance? It wasn’t in my trailer when it was supposed to be.”
“Maybe the person who was responsible for dropping it off didn’t want to risk getting yelled at for it being wrong somehow,” Dana noted.
Samara caught Dana’s eye in the mirror and gave her a nod. She probably deserved that.
“I don’t have it in here, no,” the stylist replied.
“Dana, you’re all done,” Dana’s stylist said.
“Thanks, Tanner,” Dana replied and stood quickly.
Of course, Dana knewherstylist’s name. She knew everyone’s name. She was polite, direct when needed, and sassy. She was definitely sassy and honest, and Samara wished she had Dana’s courage to just kiss a woman on a dance floor and not worry about all the possible consequences.
“See you out there, I guess,” Dana added to her and left the trailer.
“Her hair is so much easier now that it’s short. Twenty minutes, and she’s done. Yours, however, will take about an hour,” Tanner noted.
“Great,” she replied sarcastically.
Two hours later, Samara’s hair was done, her makeup had been applied, and she was back in the same outfit she had worn for two days to complete the bar shoot. Well, while it was technically the same outfit, they had two shirts, so it was at least a clean shirt. She walked to the bar and sat in her chair, staring down at her phone, pretending to do something while she waited for someone to say it was time to get started.
“Morning,” Bryce said.
“Good morning,” Samara replied without looking up from her phone.
“Everything okay? I heard you wanted to change the schedule and shoot some solo stuff today.”
Samaradidlook up then because Dana was sitting in her own chair next to Bryce and had heard what Bryce had just said. Dana stared at Samara for a second, but then, she looked away.
“Yeah, just thought it might be a good idea.”
“We’re almost done here,” Bryce told her. “Reed mentioned you wanted to start with Stella and Jessica walking into the bar, but we’re doing that at the end of the day instead. I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” she said.
“We’re ready. Let’s get moving. We’ve got a lot to get through today,” Reed said.
Samara stood, leaving her phone on the chair, and wentto her mark, but when Dana approached, she stood about a foot off her own X and couldn’t meet Samara’s eye.
“Uh… Dana? Want to get in your light, please?” Reed added. “Your mark?”
“Sorry,” Dana said, moving forward.
“Let’s get this today. I didn’t like the light on the coverage we got yesterday, so let’s get this in one or two takes so that we can reset and move on.”
“Are you okay?” Dana asked.
Samara’s face fell because Dana was clearly mad at her, but she was still asking her if she was okay. Samara nodded, and Dana moved all the way into her, placing her hands on Samara’s hips, where the script called for them to be. When Reed said, ‘Action,’ Dana moved her lips to Samara’s neck, but she didn’t kiss her there this time; she just held herself an inch or two away, pretending as if her lips were meeting Samara’s neck.
“Cut!” Reed said loudly. “Samara? Want to at least pretend that you like what she’s doing there? You look like you’re confused that Bray would be kissing your neck.”
“Sorry. Yeah. My bad,” she said and shook her head.
“And your arms; can you maybe put those on Bray somewhere instead of just dangling them at your side?”
“Yup. Got it,” she replied.
