A stage actress who never had much luck in love is aiming for one of the leading roles in the biggest play of the year. Unknowingly, her way to the performance day will be much more complicated and dangerous, especially after her secret crush, Clayton Sommers, the campus heartthrob and also quite famous movie actor, suddenly meddles in it. As the performance gets nearer, the bigger problems unveil. The perfect guy she saw earlier wasn't as perfect as she thought it would be. But their performances, lives (and bodies) are already entwined.
Lihat lebih banyakToday is the first day of my sophomore year at Carmen College of Literature and Arts, where I study History and Classical Literature Studies. I walked out of my dorm and still felt very sleepy because last night my dorm was having an unofficial pajama party to celebrate the last day of our summer break. We danced, we sang, drank, and foolishly (tended to) forgot that tomorrow’s gonna be the start of a new semester. When I left the building at 7.30, hardly anyone was up.
I stepped on my mustard flat shoes lazily across the street, glancing back before I walked away from that small three-floored building. The dorm only accepts female students so it’s pretty neat, even though the building is looking rather old with an exposed red brick, old-time style from the last century. I lived there with around 35-40 other students from various colleges and universities, but most of them study in a state university a block away from the dorm. I have lived in this dorm since I left my hometown for college a year ago.
My hometown is a small seaside town in the middle of nowhere, approximately 300 miles from here. I lived there since I was born, with my mom, dad, and twin little brothers. My dad is a fisherman, he usually gets back to port every 5-7 days, sells everything they catch, and sails back to the sea in around 2-3 days. My mom, on the contrary, is the only lawyer in that small suburb. A pretty odd combination for parents, eh? I think so too.
I didn’t even know how they could agree to be married to each other since they also have a contrasting personality that definitely matches their opposing careers. My dad as a fisherman, is always a laid-back easygoing person, while my mom, living with her is like joining the army because her rules are very strict and the time schedule is the one she worship the most.
I left my hometown for further education, and also because I felt the town was really small and there’s nothing left for me anymore. It felt really suffocating sometimes if you lived in a place populated by only less than 1000 people who have lived there for at least 20 years, and hardly ever gone anywhere. I have known everyone since I was born, and believe me since then only 10 people have moved into that town. Yes, TEN people! A 70-something years old couple who wished to spend their remaining days in the seaside retirement home, two priests with three nuns (because they’re opening a new church), two teachers from a nearby town who filled the job vacancy, and an Elvis impersonator, who shortly became the celebrity A-lister at the town with his stories of Las Vegas, Memphis, LA, NYC, and all those cities he visited when he was in the US because everyone would gather around when he comes to the diner or bar and listen to his “adventures”. That’s all we’ve got these past two decades.
I hardly ever get any date for the last five years, because there are literally too few to date. The good boys are already taken or moving out, and the rest are criminals, perverts, or gays. Although almost all of the gays in town are really close to me, and I usually hang out with them and go anywhere with them, I couldn’t REALLY count it as a dating date, right? I always hoped when I moved out of that town, I'd get a bigger chance of finding a date. After a year living in a bigger city, do I think I have a bigger chance in dating? Not really.
Ugh, maybe I just sucked in picking a date. I broke up with my last boyfriend three months ago when I found out he’s three-timing me. And a relationship before that ended because my boyfriend constantly broke and made me pay for everything including his meals, rent, and even his cigarettes and beers coz he said his mother who lived far away is ill, and he sent nearly all his money to her. A few months later in relationships, I found out that he spent almost every cent of the money on gambling, and he always lost, and his mother is very healthy. So I left because apparently, he was the one who was ill, mentally. Since then, I promised myself I really had to make sure that if I meet some guy to date, he has to be the competent, sincere, and trustworthy one.
Oh, sorry... I just blurted out everything without introducing myself. I’m Anita Meyer, 22 years old, not dating anyone right now (as you already know), 155 cm short, medium brown pixie-look hair (my mother said it is my signature Tinkerbell look), greenish-brown eyes (which I count as one of my best features because it’s pretty unique), a heart-shaped face (which always makes my cheek looks chubby, no matter how many kilograms I lost), and a little curvier figures than I probably should (some people said I’m a little overweight, but I count it as curvy. Hey, even Beyonce and Marylin Monroe counted as a little bit overweight, but they really do have a fabulous body. They just have their extra fat in the right place).
The college is just a few blocks away from the dorm, so I usually walk for 15 minutes to reach it. I arrived at the campus and gazed sleepily around the front gate. There were just not as many people around the campus yard this morning, even though the semester officially begins today. And I guess only freshmen and the unlucky ones like me, who have a Monday morning class on the first day of the semester, who appear this early. Hmm, maybe the others are extending their summer break for a few days, as usual. Damn, why should I have an 8 am class every Monday this semester?? I really hate morning class (and double hate it if it’s on Monday, like this semester).
I walked into the yard while yawning a few times and looking around to find someone I know. When I was looking into the parking lot, I saw someone I really eager to see, the one who’s gonna make the day way much brighter only by seeing him. He’s Clayton Sommers, the 25-year-old handsome ex-runway model and now quite a famous movie actor who just won his best actor’s title in the independent movie award this year. He also studied here, in his senior year, majoring in Philosophy. Because of his perfect appearance and his profession, he’s surely our college’s #1 heartthrob. He was secretly chased by all of the girls around him, fancying him from afar, yet nobody dares enough to talk to him, because he was really cold toward anyone, especially girls.
I felt instantly refreshed when I saw him, then sighed by the time I saw him walking in front of me, wishing someday I could just easily call him and walk with him into the building while chatting a bit. But I don’t know how. To him I’m invisible, I’m unknown. We have nothing in common, different majors, different years. But after all, I know even though I always hate morning class, maybe this semester won’t be that bad if I know I have a chance to see him every Monday morning.
I had been having a secret crush on that guy a few months before the last semester ends. Actually, I am kinda reluctant to admit to anyone that I liked him because it sounds too common. I bet a quarter of the total people on this campus have a crush on him, not only students but lecturers, librarians, administration officers, cleaning services, and cafeteria workers of any gender. Since I usually loved being a one-of-a-kind and unique person, I hate to be on the same side with the majority this time. I never want to be the mainstream kind of girl who instantly has a crush and chases every cool and charming guy, especially because he’s a celeb and he’s one of the rich, handsome and famous kinda guys. Nope, I didn't have a crush on him because of those cheesy reasons. I have my own unique reason.
I fell in love with his smoking style.
Well, I know it might sound really odd, but I thought it was his strongest and coolest look. I’m sorry for the non-smoker, I know I’m not gonna promoting a healthy lifestyle here.
I was at the campus that afternoon when I spotted him wearing distressed light blue jeans and a faded grey loose t-shirt, standing alone beside a standing ashtray and trash can, leaning on the outside walls of one of our campus buildings, and smoking. He looked really striking and showed a breath-taking coolness while he exhales the smoke from his curved thin lips. His cold, dark brown, sharp-looking eyes were peeking behind his long, wavy, shoulder-length black hair, gazing at the smoke that flew upwards like an enchanted snake and watched it deeply. His smoking style looks so mysterious, mature, yet I felt a hint of wildness and rebelliousness in there. It was picture-perfect for me.
The troublesome scene that we were reluctant to act on was rehearsed smoothly, at least by my and Clayton’s standards. But suddenly, Ethan, Clay’s close friend and our play’s music director, wanted to say something to us. “I like it, but… could I go up and discuss something before we try again or get into another scene?”, Ethan proposed, looking back and forth to Clay and Trey.Clayton and I exchanged looks. What are the things Ethan wanted to say? What if he said we are too much or not expecting the scene to be executed like that?“Up to Mud, then, Fork. No problem with me.” Trey said.Ethan walked up to talk to us. He brushes his hands together before saying a word. “Guys, let’s just be frank. I know you both don’t want to appear too intimate in public as this is a personal matter and I respect that, but… I think this will be a good addition to the play’s unique points. Most of the other Dracula plays only focus on the Dracula-Mina relationships, but rarely on Dracula-Lucy. She’s n
“Blackout and CUT!” Trey’s voice snapped me out of my character. “Jerry, please note this is a blackout, we need the shocking effect.”Jerry, our head of lighting, gestured his thumbs up and scribbled on his script. I watched Ethan and Trey converse for a few seconds, dazing a little while sitting up before I felt a soft tap on my upper arm.“Anita”, Clay whispered.“Yes?”“I’m sorry,” he said while running his hand down to my hand and holding it.“What for?”. I looked at my hand being held warmly before looking up.“The bite.”I smiled. “No, it didn’t hurt. I was screaming for better sound effects.”He scoffed a little. “Ah, yes, I forgot how talented you are. That scream sounded painful.”“I should’ve warned you before so you don’t feel guilty, sorry.”“Nah, you can improve all you want, I will follow. We’ll find the scene dynamics that suit us best. I’ll tell Trey later we will try that way maybe for the next 1-2 weeks?”Hey, Clay sounded very… professional. Was he mad at me becaus
I and Clay finished our cigarettes before his friends and got back into the hall together. Thankfully, Trey was still drilling a scene with Peter and Angelique, and we sat back in the front row, waiting. A few minutes later, Trey said to the stage, “Cut. We are still gonna polish this scene but I love it so far. Next, Dracula and Lucy, please.” We exchanged glances for a second before he nodded and smiled while standing up. I follow him and walk up to the stage, facing Trey. “Guys, I need you to show your last week's homework before moving on to the singing and sleepwalking scene. Music? Oh gosh, where are those bastards Fork and Box?”, he complained after looking over the hall and failing to find his buddies. “Outside, loading dock, smoking. We were just there too.” Clay answered, grinning. “Fine. Can you give me the biting on the bed scene? Did you rehearse it by yourself?”, He asked when grinning. Clay stifled a smile before answering “Hey! But yes, on a serious answer, thank
“We’ll be just outside the loading door,” he answered while tightening his hand on mine a little. “Let’s go out a bit, Phone and cigarettes only, and water.” I followed him after grabbing the things he requested with one hand, as he didn’t release our holding hands when we left our seats. A few of our fellow club members looked at him, pulling me and walking away from the audience rows to the stairs at the side of the stage. A little worry slipped into my mind when I saw some of them whispering to each other after seeing us. What are they gonna think about this? We walked barefooted until we found a huge rolling door on the loading dock backstage entrance, heading outside. He opened the door beside the rolling door and closed it after I walked through. We walked for a few steps until we reached the stairs down to the parking lot. It was way past the last class's time, so the campus was mostly empty. The sun was almost completely set, leaving only a little burst of dark orange in th
Right after the professor dismissed the class, I put all my things inside the bag. The girls looked at me as I stand up from my seat “Can’t wait to meet the boy, huh, pixie?” Jess teased. I smiled. “Haven’t seen him since yesterday after class…” “So you’ll be seeing Clay again this afternoon?” Georgina asked. I felt thunderstruck. What’s this? How does she know that the one I’m seeing is Clayton? “Huh? What do you mean?” I blabbered, trying to hide a little of the panic feeling inside. “Georgina means the rehearsal, Anita. You’ll be meeting Clayton at the rehearsal because you and he are working together on the performance, right?” “Ah, that. Yes, probably, if he doesn’t have another schedule. I mean, unlike me, he’s busy working…” I tried to hide my nervousness with a little bit of sarcasm. Sorry, Clay. “Yeah, he’s a big shot. He probably won’t have time to attend all the rehearsals,” Georgina replied. “I guess so too. But as long as he shows up on the performance day, I guess
A few hours later, after Sasha and I were already taking turns in showers, I sat at my bed, putting on skincare and body butter (I took the Tropical Mango and Yuzu scented one from the hamper), then heard a ring on my phone. “Clayton?” Sasha asked me while walking out of the shower, drying her curly hair with a towel. I nodded before answering. “Hey, driving home?” “Hey babe, yeah, just left the meeting.” His voice seems a little cheerful. I can feel him smiling. “Am I bothering the girl’s time?” “We just finished taking turns showering after the first part of the girl’s night. More later coming up.” “What are you doing now?” “Putting on body butter.” “Which one?” “Mango and Yuzu.” “Seems fresh. Will I get to be able to smell it on you tomorrow?” “Sure, I’ll use the body spray too.” “Great. You can put me on speakerphone if your hand is busy.” “You sure?” “Sure. Only Sasha is in the room, right?” “Yeah, our room is two-person only.” I put him on speakerphone and Sasha
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