Snap Shots Series: Picture Perfect
Willa looked up from her day planner to find Wayne Isham, the director of the video, bounding up to where she was sitting. She'd changed out of her morning outfit, which had consisted of a Britney Spears inspired tube-top and skirt, and back into her sweatpants and T-shirt and with her hair still done and her makeup still caked on she'd been picking at her catered lunch tray. She'd chosen the chicken sandwich, but after eating half of it she really wasn't hungry anymore.
To keep her mind off everything else in the world she had pulled open her schedule. Normally she would have called someone and chatted, but when she checked her schedule she saw that most of her friends were either working or were busy that day, leaving her to herself. She'd been trying to figure out when she might get a little vacation time in when Wayne appeared in front of her. She almost didn't see him until he was practically on top of her. He smiled a crooked smile at her from underneath his trademark sunglasses and gave her a wave.
She'd never seen the glasses off of his face, but she could tell that his eyes were sparkling. He practically skipped up to her and she could tell from his excitement that he seemed like the kind of guy that loved his work.
"Hi Wayne," she said softly with a smile then glanced over his shoulder to where the guys were throwing a football back and forth. Joey and Chris threw from one side of the small alley to the other side where Justin and JC were. She hadn't spoken to them other than during their work, which she'd only been in the background for.
They all had been busy with phone calls or make up sessions or last minute dance instruction from the choreographer. She was glad that she was just a model. All she had to do was act, nothing really rehearsed, just be herself and look good in the clothes. She'd realized that the groups world and her world were far apart form each other and she had separated herself from them at lunch.
Partially she didn't want to bother them, but also she feared that Justin might know something about her being in bed with Lance. He had been sleeping, but she wouldn't have all been surprised to find that he'd heard something either before he went to sleep that night or after she and Lance had woken up that morning. She wanted to avoid any kind of conversation that might bring that information to light for the others.
"You ready to shoot some of the love story this afternoon?" he asked with a laughing tone to his voice. She was glad that he wasn't making this more serious than it needed to be. She had been nervous the night before sitting with Lance. Having to play out a love scene with him in front a crew of production people was a whole other issue. She thought, from the way that her stomach had been churning since they'd arrived on set an hour after her, that this day was going to give her a nervous breakdown.
She blushed a little. "Yeah I guess so."
His reaction to her comment was almost as if he expected her to run away screaming or something. He recovered quickly. "Ok, well," Wayne grabbed some papers out of his jeans back pocket, unfolded the packet and read for a moment. "We're going to have you and Lance in the set that I showed you this morning…the one that looks like the bedroom."
She nodded and glanced over to where Lance was talking on a cell phone. She'd been watching him and he'd been on the phone for twenty minutes. She usually wasn't the nosy type of person, but she wanted to know who was taking up so much of his time on the phone.
"I don't know if you and Lance know each other that well, but if you need some time to get some…"
Willa waved her hand at him. "I think Lance and I are mature enough to handle a little bit of petting and kissing." Her eyes drifted back to where Lance was sitting and found him staring at her. She drifted back to look at Wayne again. It was the chance she needed to go up and see him again considering that they'd been busy for most of the day. "I'll go talk to him now, ok?"
"Sounds good," he said, "I want you in your outfit for the afternoon at one, in the bedroom."
She nodded and reached into her backpack for her cell phone. She pushed the menu button twice until the time showed up. It was already twelve-thirty, which gave her a half an hour to talk to Lance and get changed. She'd be wearing a skin colored swimsuit top and a pair of shorts. It was an outfit that she wasn't pleased with, but for the shoot she knew that she needed to wear it. "I'll see you then."
"I'll see you then," he patted her leg and left her alone.
"Ok," she said. She folded up her book and slid her leftover sandwich into a trash bag then made the decision to get up and go over to Lance.
She approached him carefully as he sat rigidly at the aluminum picnic table.
"Have a good lunch?" he asked when her shadow fell over the binder of papers in front of him. She doubted that he would have noticed her if she hadn't been blocking his sun.
"Yeah," she said with a smile. She frowned when he didn't look at her.
"You didn't eat much," he commented then looked her up and down once then again, "On a diet?"
Great, another set of stereotypes to break. She'd never been the modelish type and wasn't going to start now. "I'm not an anorexic model, so give it up," she said, "I've been snacking all day on power bars."
"Hey, you don't have to justify that to me," he said with a nasty tone not looking at her.
"What's YOUR problem?" she asked.
Lance gathered up his phone, his binder, and backpack, stood up and walked past her. "You haven't spoken to me all day. I thought YOU were the one with the problem."
Willa watched him walk past her and let her mouth hang open a little. After all that they'd gone through, the fighting and the making up that she'd thought that they'd gone through the night before, she was still fighting with him.
"Lance?" she called after him.
He turned around and stared at her for a moment. "I don't want to hear it," he said sternly, "Just be there at one."
[[ One hour later… ]]
"Willa honey we have to have you take the top off," Wayne said, "We keep catching it in the shot and it's going to look horrible if you arent…"
There were some hoots and hollers from where Lance knew that the other's were sitting, which he thought made him blush more than Willa. He was in an embarrassing enough position without them listening into the session. He knew that they could barely see what was going on since the cameras were in between the set and their chairs, but they could hear what was going on and that was bad enough. He was already laying half on top of her for their bedroom scene, but he knew it was about to get worse.
"You don't have to do this," Lance said calmly knowing how strange he felt to be topless in front of the crew, even though he walked around without a shirt on every time he went swimming.
He watched the anger form in her eyes and he wasn't at all surprised when, just to spite him, she shook her head and pushed him back. "Move out of the way Bass."
Lance rolled carefully away from her and watched as she ducked under the bed sheet. She came up again holding the sheet to her chest.
"You ready?" Wayne asked.
Willa nodded and blinked a few times. Lance moved over, back into position and shivered a little as their bare skin touched each other.
"You guys ok?" Wayne asked.
They both looked over at him and practically spat out the words in unison. "Get on with it!" "Come on Wayne."
Wayne smiled at them and the playback filled the air. Wayne shouted instructions at them to turn a certain way or move over a little, but mainly the two of them worked together to make the scene look realistic.
Lance leaned against her, nuzzling his nose into her hair and making passes over her face as if he was going to kiss her, but never did as his arms caressed her back.
"Ok guys. I need you to kiss, just once, for the fade out!"
With the film still rolling Lance stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "You ok with this?"
She didn't answer him. She reached her neck up and kissed him hard on the lips. He melted into her kiss with a sigh and found his arms pulling her closer. He'd wanted to do this to her this morning, before daylight had ruined the moment that they'd shared the night before.
When they pulled part it was way too quiet. The set had been fairly quiet, but now it seemed as if someone could hear a pin drop.
"That was great guys!" Wayne said. He popped out from behind a monitor and flashed them a smile. "Hold up just a second and we'll film some more in a second. Just don't move, in case we have to refilm the scene."
Lance stayed where he was and held his breath in anticipation of the next instructions. He could feel her skin against his and it was making it hard for him to stay calm. It had been a while since he'd been that up close and personal to a woman and it was having a very "positive" effect on him.
"Cat got your tongue?" Willa asked.
She must have asked it too loud because a moment later Justin yelled out. "I think you have his tongue Willa!"
Lance rolled away from Willa, leaving the set, stormed past the guys as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head and went outside into the heat of the day.
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