cars, they’d have a better chance of avoiding the paparazzi. They’d figured out that pictures of the two of them were much preferred by the media over either of them alone.
Bailey ran the towel once more over the clean kitchen countertop at Katy and Dayne’s beach house. More than twenty-four hours had passed since Bailey had turned down the teacher part, but Brandon had worked late last night and this morning in the editing room with the production team from his New York movie. His busy schedule had given her more time to think, time to pray with Katy privately last night. And now — just a day after reading the script — she was sure she’d rushed her decision to move to LA. No matter how strong her feelings for Brandon.
Underlining the point were the two talks she’d had this week with Brandon’s agent, Sid Chandler. Sid felt certain the right part would come along, but each time they spoke he treated her with a little more condescension. “You’re very picky, Bailey,” he’d told her yesterday over the phone. Like he was trying to hide his frustration. “You agreed to take the NTM role, and then you back out. Brandon told me you’d be selective, but I didn’t expect anything like this.”
The comment confused her. “I’m no pickier than Brandon.”She didn’t want to fight with the guy, but she wasn’t sure what he expected.
“Well, now, I wouldn’t say that.” Sid seemed sure of himself. “I know Brandon. He’s an actor first. Ultimately, he will be open to a lot of different roles, no matter what his contract eventually reads. That’s why West Mark’s willing to be patient with him.” He paused. “Something to think about if you plan to work in this business. Don’t confuse art with morality. Many times the two aren’t exactly in sync. Walking away from a part will only hurt your reputation in the business.”
His comments hurt, and now as she added soap to the dishwasher Bailey found herself analyzing them. She knew Brandon better than Sid knew him. He wanted creative control because he didn’t want to make movies that compromised his faith. Sure, movies could deal with difficult topics and show the reality of hard issues facing the current culture. But Brandon wouldn’t cross certain lines, no matter what Sid Chandler thought.
Bailey caught her long hair at the back of her neck and pulled a hair tie over it. The ponytail felt good, since her hair was still damp from the shower. She’d cleaned the kitchen and dining room earlier that morning and now she had half an hour before meeting up with Brandon. She poured a glass of water and was heading toward the back deck when Katy and little Sophie came through the front door. Their eyes met and instantly Bailey knew something was going on. The two had known each other long enough that Bailey could read her friend’s eyes.
“What’s up?” Bailey moved to Katy and took Sophie from her.
“Hold on.” Katy set her bag down and began to make a quick tray of sandwich bites for Sophie. Along the way she stopped to stretch her back. She was five months pregnant now, and it looked like she was carrying a small soccer ball. They’d just found out they were having a boy, and Sophie often patted her mommy’s tummy so she could talk to her brother.
While Katy worked to get Sophie situated, she looked back at Bailey. “It’s so weird. I mean, we prayed about this yesterday and then today … today I get this crazy call from my CKT director back home.”
Katy and Dayne owned Christian Kids Theater in Bloomington. They’d bought the business and the local theater with the intent of running it, but then they’d moved to Los Angeles to be involved in the development of Christian films. At this point they only attended CKT meetings a few times a year. Especially now that Katy was pregnant with their second child.
When Sophie was in her high chair eating, Bailey and Katy sat across from each other at the table. “So …” Bailey’s
Bailey ran the towel once more over the clean kitchen countertop at Katy and Dayne’s beach house. More than twenty-four hours had passed since Bailey had turned down the teacher part, but Brandon had worked late last night and this morning in the editing room with the production team from his New York movie. His busy schedule had given her more time to think, time to pray with Katy privately last night. And now — just a day after reading the script — she was sure she’d rushed her decision to move to LA. No matter how strong her feelings for Brandon.
Underlining the point were the two talks she’d had this week with Brandon’s agent, Sid Chandler. Sid felt certain the right part would come along, but each time they spoke he treated her with a little more condescension. “You’re very picky, Bailey,” he’d told her yesterday over the phone. Like he was trying to hide his frustration. “You agreed to take the NTM role, and then you back out. Brandon told me you’d be selective, but I didn’t expect anything like this.”
The comment confused her. “I’m no pickier than Brandon.”She didn’t want to fight with the guy, but she wasn’t sure what he expected.
“Well, now, I wouldn’t say that.” Sid seemed sure of himself. “I know Brandon. He’s an actor first. Ultimately, he will be open to a lot of different roles, no matter what his contract eventually reads. That’s why West Mark’s willing to be patient with him.” He paused. “Something to think about if you plan to work in this business. Don’t confuse art with morality. Many times the two aren’t exactly in sync. Walking away from a part will only hurt your reputation in the business.”
His comments hurt, and now as she added soap to the dishwasher Bailey found herself analyzing them. She knew Brandon better than Sid knew him. He wanted creative control because he didn’t want to make movies that compromised his faith. Sure, movies could deal with difficult topics and show the reality of hard issues facing the current culture. But Brandon wouldn’t cross certain lines, no matter what Sid Chandler thought.
Bailey caught her long hair at the back of her neck and pulled a hair tie over it. The ponytail felt good, since her hair was still damp from the shower. She’d cleaned the kitchen and dining room earlier that morning and now she had half an hour before meeting up with Brandon. She poured a glass of water and was heading toward the back deck when Katy and little Sophie came through the front door. Their eyes met and instantly Bailey knew something was going on. The two had known each other long enough that Bailey could read her friend’s eyes.
“What’s up?” Bailey moved to Katy and took Sophie from her.
“Hold on.” Katy set her bag down and began to make a quick tray of sandwich bites for Sophie. Along the way she stopped to stretch her back. She was five months pregnant now, and it looked like she was carrying a small soccer ball. They’d just found out they were having a boy, and Sophie often patted her mommy’s tummy so she could talk to her brother.
While Katy worked to get Sophie situated, she looked back at Bailey. “It’s so weird. I mean, we prayed about this yesterday and then today … today I get this crazy call from my CKT director back home.”
Katy and Dayne owned Christian Kids Theater in Bloomington. They’d bought the business and the local theater with the intent of running it, but then they’d moved to Los Angeles to be involved in the development of Christian films. At this point they only attended CKT meetings a few times a year. Especially now that Katy was pregnant with their second child.
When Sophie was in her high chair eating, Bailey and Katy sat across from each other at the table. “So …” Bailey’s
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