“I hope you didn’t mind me choosing you,” JC says.
“No way. I’m flattered,” I giggle.
“Cool. Want a coffee while we’re waiting?”
“That’d be good,” we head off to the catering van and he hands me a coffee. “I’m sorry about Ali earlier.”
“It’s ok,” he shrugs. “I guess I was pretty rude to her. It’s just that she’s a part of my past that I’m ashamed of. I hung around with some pretty bad people and I saw her get sucked in but I did nothing to stop it.”
“You probably couldn’t have. Ali is pretty much her own person,” I say wryly.
“So I see,” he chuckles lightly. “You guys fallen out?”
“Just a bit. It’s nothin’. I’ll just stay away from her tonight and it’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“I’ll protect ya,” he grins and I laugh.
“JC!!” yells Bruce and he puts his coffee down.
“I guess it’s our turn.”
“Yup,” I put my cup down and follow him over to where Bruce is waiting.
“Sorry, what’s your name?” he asks me.
“Jade.”
“Ok, I want you two to get in the back of that car. I want some horizontal shots of your faces to intercut the vertical.”
“Uh,” JC looks at me and sees his confusion mirrored in my eyes. “In English please?”
“I want you guys to lie down,” Bruce tells us with a laugh. “On top of each other.”
“Don’t we get dinner first?” I joke lightly and JC laughs.
“Guess not,” he grins and we climb inside a red car. The front half has been cut away so that a camera is where the two front seats would have been. The back seat is cream leather and we both sit down a little awkwardly. “You wanna get on me?” JC asks.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I giggle and he laughs too.
JC lies down on the seat and I settle myself on top of him. He wraps his arms around me to keep me from falling off and Bruce checks the scene through the camera lens.
“Ok, we’re just gonna close up on your faces nothing else. Just talk about whatever and relax until I yell cut. Ok?”
“Ok,” we both nod and a woman leans in front of us with a clapboard. She snaps it shut and we both jump slightly.
“Action,” says Bruce.
“I never had somebody yell action at me before,” I giggle to JC.
“Certainly not in THIS position,” he laughs.
“It’s kind of a turn-on,” I deadpan and JC laughs hard. I sweep my hair over the right of my face so that it doesn’t obscure the camera’s view of JC and he reaches up to brush a piece of hair back behind my ear. It’s such an intimate gesture and I forget the camera is there, just lying on top of him looking into his sparkling eyes.
“This is good,” he murmurs with a smile.
“First lie-down I’ve had all day.”
“If only I could breathe…” he teases and I laugh.
“Oh, you’ll get yours.”
“I’m scared.”
“You should be,” I tell him and reach down to tickle his waist slightly.
“JADE!” he giggles and squirms underneath me. I stop tickling him pretty fast because the movement of his body and the scent of his cologne are seriously starting to turn me on. Yeah I know, but I’m human.
“Sorry,” I try not to blush and he smiles.
“Ok, that’s good,” Bruce breaks our eye contact and I jump off JC. “Good stuff guys. Could you get Lance and his girl to come over?”
“Sure,” JC stands up and we both head over to where Lance and Ali are talking with Nelly. “Hey Lance, you guys are needed.”
“Thanks,” Lance says and they head off.
“Nelly, meet Jade,” JC introduces and we smile at each other.
“Hey Nelly,” I grin. “I like ya stuff, especially when you name check Atlanta!”
“I recognise that accent,” he grins widely. “How you doin’?”
“I’m good thanks. You?”
“Tired,” he pulls a face. “I been on the go since 6am.”
“6AM?!” I exclaim. “That’s not normal.”
“Just what I say,” he laughs.
“Lance!” Bruce greets him and looks at me questioningly.
“Ali,” I tell him and he smiles.
“Great. You guys go sit in the car and we’ll just film a chorus section. Ok?”
“Sure,” Lance says and we climb inside a dark blue car. Lance sits on one side and I sit by him.
“Can you guys snuggle up a little?” Bruce asks. “And maybe just before the line “Does the man even know you’re alive?” Ali could look up and Lance, you look into her eyes, like you wanna kiss her.”
“Sure,” we both nod and Bruce starts a CD player as a woman with a clapboard snaps it in front of us.
I curl up on the seat and rest my head on Lance’s chest and he wraps his arms around me as he starts to sing along to the music. On the line Bruce suggested, I look up at Lance and he brushes my hair back from my face with a smile. I lean in real close to his lips and then shy away giggling. We repeat the section about six times before Bruce is finally happy.
“Finally,” I mutter to Lance as we climb out of the car and head over to the catering van.
“We got a long way to go yet,” he reminds me with a grin and I groan.