They're even worse in person, being so sweet and polite. I know they just felt sorry for me. Which makes me hate them even more.
"Stacey you were very rude. They were being nice and I expect better behavior from you. Do you understand me?" Judy said, lecturing me yet again.
"Whatever. They're morons anyway." I said bitingly. I had a boyfriend once when I was living on the streets. I thought I was in love with him but it turns out he just wanted something I wouldn't give. I wouldn't so he, you know, and left. No guy has touched me since and that's the way I intend to keep it unless I'm acting and even then it's torture. As I headed to the set, I had a feeling of dread in my stomach. Justin Timberlake. I would no doubt have to kiss him. Just my luck.
"Stacey, we are waiting." The director, John Woo said impatiently.
"Coming. What scenes are we rehearsing first?" I asked, daring him to say kissing scenes.
"The classroom scenes." he said. Good, no kissing. Yet. Although, he does have good lips and he probably kisses- No, I thought to myself. I will not think like that and I will not hopelessly fall for him like those little kids who dream of being his wife. Pigs will fly, Spice girls will be popular again and Dennis Rodman will be president before I date him.
"Stacey, you'll have to wash out that dye. She's brunette not black haired. Go to the hair department." John said. Great. No gothic makeup and now my hair. But after the hairstylist had finished, the end product was great. She washed out my black dye, cut it to my shoulders, blow dried and styled it. It looked pretty cool. Then I was off to act with the famed Justin Timberlake.
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