"That's what rehearsals are for," she said.
I nodded. "I know. Technically, I know. My body just woke me up feeling nervous. I want to go for a walk to see if I can shake it off."
"I understand," she said sweetly.
"Do you want me to pray for you?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to come over here?' she asked.
"Do I have to? Can't you just pray in your mind? Do I have to be involved?"
"No, you don't. I just thought since you were nervous or whatever, you might want me to pray while you're listening."
"I'm good," I said, feeling antsy and disconnected with what she was saying. My body was acting up again, and I hated that it was happening. I thought I had my emotions under control going into filming this scene.
We had two days. We were supposed to rehearse and iron out any kinks today, and then we would film tomorrow. Cameron had sent a message to everyone last night, listing the people who were supposed to report to work today at noon. I had too much on my mind to think about praying. I was thankful my sister wanted to do it for me, but I would leave that to her. I got dressed and went outside for some fresh air.
"Samuel Allison," I said the instant I opened the door.
"Tylissa Banks," he said, not skipping a beat about calling me the wrong name. "What are you doing?" he added.
I easily responded with the truth. "I'm going on a walk."
"Where to?"
"Back to the creek," I said. "Do you want to come?"
"Will you come by the kitchen tent to get food and coffee with me first?"
I nodded, and Sam and I fell into stride next to each other. We walked for a few long seconds in silence, and then he was the first to speak. "How are you feeling about today?" he asked.
"Good. Nervous, but good. I know the scene's important to Alex, so I've been over it five hundred times."
He nodded. "Me too, I've worked on it a lot."
"It's the cooking that's going to be a challenge."
"Are you not confident with cooking eggs?"
"I am… I mean… I've made eggs before, and I practiced at home for this scene. I just want to look natural doing it, or like Chloe would do it, at least. I'm hoping I can concentrate on doing that and saying my lines."
"We'll be fine," he said.
"I'm helping you stir for some of it." He paused and looked at me as we walked.
I smiled at him, and my heart raced.
"I heard you're going back to L.A. next week," I said.
He nodded. "Promotional stuff for that movie."
"Do you have to do interviews and stuff?"
"No. It's not quite time for that yet. And I don't know if I'll be involved with that stuff, even when it happens. This is just a photoshoot for a bunch of promotional materials—posters and everything.
"You're going to be on a movie poster?"
