“I just feel you’re taking a lot of liberties coming back here and demanding things change because you’re back.” Rebecca expressed her feelings directly.
Everett smiled at Rebecca. She was jealous and upset he was here. His mere presence got to her. But it bothered him she hadn’t touched the muffin.
“If you don’t feel there’s anything wrong with the script, then we’re at an impasse. Let’s run through both scenes and decide which one to remove.
“I don’t believe we need to. Mr. Stone had a keen eye for what’s wrong with the writing and I think his solution was flawless. After Dane kisses Bella, Blane follows her to see the end of the kiss. We could write an entire love triangle story arch from this. With the two men competing for Bella.”
Everett saw Rebecca’s eyes close as she tried to keep her temper quiet. She was good with that in public. In private, it was a different situation. She let it blow spectacularly.
“No, I won’t kiss him. That idea is off the table. I can’t stand the idea of kissing a man who’s a perfect stranger to my character. How do I know I can trust what I see before me? This could be Dane’s doppelgänger or twin for all I know. He might have malicious intentions. Can my character trust him again after how we left things? What has he been doing for years? Bella doesn’t know. Bella’s resistance to both men will captivate fans more than their conflict. But what about Bella? Bella’s confusion and anger have festered because she didn’t get to say goodbye. How could he leave and never end the relationship with one last goodbye?”
Everett could see the glint of tears in Rebecca’s eyes. He knew she wasn’t talking about Bella and Dane’s last scene together. She was talking about their last time together. Everett didn’t like her mixing work and their past together. Rebecca wanted to keep their marriage a secret, and now she wanted to hash out their issues in public by pretending they were their characters’ issues.
“Maybe he planned on returning when he got his head on straight and found his brother. If he had bid farewell to Bella, he wouldn’t have gone searching for his brother. If Bella didn’t keep secrets from him and Dane didn’t find out about them. They might still be together. Or if Bella hadn’t destroyed everything Dane wanted for their future, they’d be together now.”
Only Rebecca and Everett understood what he’d spoken of. Rebecca’s hurt gasp and pain-filled eyes told him everything he needed to know. “You know nothing, and Dane knows even less.
“You know what? When you’ve changed everything in the script, someone come get me and we can run through it. I will not sit here and argue over every minor detail. If he can’t act as the script says, then fix it. I’d hate to see him blame his bad acting on bad writing when it’s clearly not the writing.” Rebecca looked crazy as she said this. She’d lost her temper, something she only did behind closed doors. If Everett hadn’t lost his own temper, he’d have recognized that someone wasn’t right, but it didn’t cross his mind.
“Are you claiming I’m a one-trick pony?” Everett felt incensed at her nerve. How dare she say something like that in front of the entire cast and crew?
“If the horseshoe fits, wear it.” Rebecca double down on her words. She got a peculiar look on her face and stopped talking. Standing, she went straight for the door to leave the reading room.
Several sets of bulging eyes and flapping ears listening to the producer and director protest. While the scriptwriter tried to explain things. Rebecca ignored them and stormed off to her dressing room. The room quietened after a long moment.
Everett simply said. “You don’t need to say anything. I went too far. I need to apologize to her and make amends. We’ll be back soon, don’t worry. Her dressing room hasn’t changed locations?” Everett stood and followed her toward the door of the reading room. She was long gone by now.
“It’s in the same location.” The director said as he waved his hand vaguely at the door. What he saw, it disgusted him. That wasn’t the actress he’d worked three years with. She didn’t act like that. His opinion of this match up slid toward regret for agreeing to this. “Shall we agree this won’t happen again?”
Everett stopped and turned around. He looked coldly at the Director before he spoke. “I can’t guarantee anything other than we’ll bring this energy to the screen.” He stepped backward several steps with a smirk on his lips and his hands outstretched on either side of him dramatically. This time, he wasn’t apologetic to the director. Everett turned back to the door and left the room.
It took Everett longer than he expected to find her dressing room. The corridors were no longer familiar to him. But when he found Rebecca’s dressing room, she’d locked the door. He knocked on the door and received no reply.
Everett was banging on the door when the wardrobe seamstress came by with a rack of clothing. She caught him yelling at the door for Rebecca to open the door.
“Sir, she’s at a reading for tomorrow’s taping.”
“I just came from the reading where she stormed out. We need to talk, but she’s being childish.”
The seamstress frown at Everett’s words. “That doesn’t sound like Rebecca. She doesn’t have a temper, and she doesn’t act like a prima donna either. Let me go in and see if everything’s okay.”
She fished a key card from her pocket and swiped it. “Just let me go in and make sure everything is alright.”
Everett didn’t want for the seamstress to do what she wanted. He moved past her and into the dressing room. The place was a wild riot of colour. One of the few things she let others see. Her love of colour in her spaces. Rebecca would wear colourful things if she believed the public wouldn’t see her. Otherwise, she dressed more subdued. But her home and her dressing room were her secret spaces. There, a riot of colour and whimsy prevailed.
“Rebecca, where are you hiding? Come on. We need to talk this out.” He was looking behind several racks of costumes and other clutter when the seamstress screamed. She’d gone to the partially open door of the bathroom.
Everett rushed over to her and checked the small space. Rebecca lay on the floor unconscious, curled up in a ball. It looked like she’d gone to throw up and passed out at some point.
“Shit. What the hell?”
“Oh, not again. I’m sorry, sir. You need to go. I’ll call the first aid department and get them down here.”
“What do you mean by not again? This has happened before. What is going on?”
“It’s been going on for years. Ever since she lost her little one?”
“Lost her what?”
“She miscarried. Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about it. It’s her personal business.”
“No, I want to know when she had this miscarriage.”
“Oh, uh.” The seamstress frowned at him for a moment. “About a year after the show received its first award. Right around the time the main male lead changed. She’s got a medical condition she didn’t know about that caused to cannot carry a child to full term.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. I would have known. She would have told me.” Everett stopped where he stood. His mind took an unwelcome walk down memory lane.
As he thought about it, there was nothing. This must be the excuse she gave those around her to explain the visible results of her addiction. Whatever that addiction was to, he still didn’t know.
Meanwhile, the seamstress pulled out her phone and called the studio’s first aid department and a couple of paramedics came to the dressing room.
The entire event forced Everett to sit on the small sofa in Rebecca’s dressing room and watch them take Rebecca from the bathroom. The seamstress appeared to know what she was doing, as if she’d done this before.
“Is she still on the usual prescriptions?”
“It’s all I could find in her kit.”
“Ms. Jones is lucky this time. She didn’t hit her head when she collapsed. It could be far worse if she were at the top of stairs when she faints. We’ll wait with her until the ambulance arrives.”
“Prescriptions? What are they for? Has she injured herself before?”
“These? I’m sorry I can’t tell you what they are for. Or anything about Ms. Jones, health. It’s confidential information. Could you see the harm it would come if something like this got out?”
“She really miscarried the baby?”
“I’m sorry, what baby? Sir, I think you need to step out now and be on your way. Why are you here anyway? Maybe I should get your name.”
“I’m her co-star. Or I was and am again. Everett Stone.”
That announcement sent everyone in the room into silence. “Oh, I am sorry, sir, for being rude to you. I didn’t recognize you.”
“It happens when I don’t have the stage makeup on.” His voice didn’t sound right to Everett. It sounded like it came down from the far end of a hollow tunnel. He didn’t know what to make out of this.
Why hadn’t she told him she’d been pregnant? Unless the baby wasn’t his. But then why didn’t she tell him she’d miscarried it? Unless she hadn’t really miscarried it.
Had he escaped a farce of a marriage? Or what kind of hell had he abandoned her to?
“Should we call her boyfriend or something?”
“Boyfriend?” The seamstress snorted. “That’s just tabloid fodder. She doesn’t date. No, I’ll call Ben her agent. He’ll arranged what she’ll let him.”
“What do you mean, what she’ll let him? What does that mean?”
The seamstress shrugged. “Ms. Jones doesn’t say much of anything to us about this. She keeps things quiet. Even Ben doesn’t know fully what is happening.”
“Of course not. That would mean people would know about her private life.” Addiction or illness, Everett could see Rebecca needed to cry for help. But she wasn’t saying anything to anyone. Why did he feel like he needed to do something, but he felt like she’d tied hands?
“I think she’s coming around.” The paramedic watching her vital signs said.
Rebecca’s first conscious thought was she should be alone.Why was she so comfortable? She should be in her dressing room bathroom. She’d gone in there because her head hurt, and her stomach went with it. Her stomach hurt so much she needed to relieve it of what she’d eaten.Who was making so much noise? She recognized the voice but couldn’t recall the name. She loved the sound of it and knew she always had. Her mind slowly came online, and she realized Everett was there in her dressing room. Why was he there? He shouldn’t be there. Rebecca didn’t remember him entering her dressing room.Everett had left years ago. She lay there still and listened as her mind tried valiantly to piece together what happened and what currently happened around her. Her memories surfaced about the conference and the plans for his character Dane to return.However, why was he in her dressing room now? The meeting for the read through. Oh god, she’d embarrassed herself. She’d lost her temper at the way he b
Everett protested as he left Rebecca’s dressing room, feeling lost as he stared at the closed door. What had he walked into? Or found? It could have been anything. He sensed something was amiss, and everyone seemed to hide it. Whatever it was. Everett paced back and forth in the corridor outside of Rebecca’s dressing room, trying to make sense of it all. He hadn’t believed the rumours of her abusing drugs or alcohol. But she had prescription medication there and a lot. Had she taken his wish to separate from her that hard? Everett thought she regretted marrying him because she insisted on keeping their marriage secret. What in the world was going on? He was now aware of a baby. Regardless of a miscarriage, can there be a connection to Rebecca’s medical state and her losing a baby? Was she abusing something because she regretted the baby’s loss? Or regretted losing him? He dismissed the last idea as soon as he thought about it. She’d h
Rebecca finally felt well enough to leave her dressing room, but she still couldn’t come up with an acceptable reason for her horribly unprofessional behaviour. But the show must go on. The saying consumed her life and became her sole motivation. The walk down the corridor to the reading room filled her with dread. She felt like she was about to learn her sentence for an imaginary crime. The urge to walk away tugged at her. Not back to her dressing room. No, she’d walked out of the production studio lot and keep going. Where would she go? Rebecca didn’t know anywhere but here. Seeing Everett again hurt too much. He looked so good. It wasn’t fair. In the reading room, everyone was returning slowly from lunch. The director, David Keyes, waved Rebecca over to a corner. She made her way to him. Everett wasn’t in the room yet. For that, she sent up a silent prayer of thanks. “Look, before you dress me down for unacceptable behaviour. I’d like to say, I
Everett stood in the doorway, exuding the aura of a leading man. Even his eyes exuded playful dominance. It wasn’t fair that he looked so good. Every cell in Rebecca’s body regretted letting him go and not fighting for their marriage, as she should have done. She didn’t want him to blame her when his expectations for the future did not manifest. Rebecca now knew it was unlikely that she’d ever have children unless she went through various procedures to correct the damage she’d suffered before she finally received a diagnosis. Then she’d have to be vigilant to the extreme about her care. The uncertain flickering of her hope for success resembled a failing ghost light. “It’s fine. I didn’t scrape it off the floor or anything.” Rebecca tried to be flippant as she swallowed the last bite of the chewy bar. She gave him a cavalier smile and cocked her head at a jaunty angle. Anything to annoy him and change the subject. “Rebecca.” Everett’s voice held a w
Everett entered the restaurant unusually early. He’d left everything he usually did unfinished because he’d struggled with the entire encounter with Rebecca. The feelings Everett felt as he saw her again and the utter shock at seeing what had become of her in his absence. It became too much for him to handle. Confident in his actions, he left her years ago, doing what he believed was best for himself. Everett never questioned how Rebecca would be once he’d left. She had many people to rely on. Now, as he thought about that, he couldn't see Rebecca doing that. As a private person, Rebecca didn’t fall back on anyone. She didn’t tell her secrets or vulnerabilities to anyone. Everett only knew a few things because Rebecca, his wife, told him. Now he saw what became of Rebecca, and it killed him to see it. The pain and how she acted like a cornered feral cat. Everett couldn’t talk to his agent about this. He didn’t like the idea of Everett sharing his ti
Everett sat there. His eyes went to Paulo’s hand, where it held Gena’s. He watched Paulo’s thumb stroke the back of Gena’s hand. Gena didn’t take her hand away. Instead, Paulo took his hand away first when he noticed Everett’s attention focused on his hand. “Everett, I don’t know how you expect to keep up such a crazy schedule with your other responsibilities. You’ll burn yourself out in no time. I don’t believe your fanbase is all that caring about Empire Nights. If you have a role in it.” Paulo said to Everett. His words betrayed how he complained, masquerading it as advice. He favoured Grandview Manor and Gena over Everett and his career. Paulo worked as an agent to both actors. Everett didn’t see the impartial treatment and investment into his career. Though he saw the favouritism flowing toward Gena currently. “Paul, what are you getting at? Are you recommending that I not take work and forgo the salary? Or are you telling me not to expand my r
-Four Weeks Later- They’d finally found a routine for filming the production of Empire Nights. Rebecca loved the show with its era of rich clothes and the hint of risky behaviour for the time. A gin joint with a resident gum shoe and the female plucky owner of the gin joint who had a per chant for stumbling into crimes. Rebecca’s health eased up a little, even though she still struggled with symptoms periodically. But today she’d tied herself up in knots over the major scene they’d film. The fans sat on the edge of their seats waiting as Rebecca and Everett danced around with a rekindling romance. She could feel the emotions of her character and Rebecca fears those weren’t Bella’s feelings for Dane. No, she felt her feelings rekindling for Everett, and it was a sweet, sad thing.Rebecca realized she could never act on her feelings, fearing the harm she would cause him. If she pursued him to try again and as she told him before. She’d become sick aga
Everett didn’t have a warning when he’d found himself pulled into a meeting with Mr. Johnson Sebastian and his murder of crows. That’s how Everett saw the Studio Executives. John Sebastian spoke for the entire murder. Resembling a crow, he became the inspiration for many board members trying to imitate him to different extents.John sat across the conference table from Everett. Its glossy wooden surface gleamed too much in the morning sunshine. John's wrinkles hinted at the discreet cosmetic procedures he had undergone to maintain a youthful appearance. His highly manicured black hair, though, once was natural. Now, it wasn’t naturally black. Everett would not be the one to tell him it did nothing to hide his age. His all-black suits leant to the crow description that his skinny birdlike features gave off. The tailoring may point to skill and money spent, but the clear padding used to fill out his form screamed unnatural. It gave him a creepy air all around. Everett imagines the man d