friends?” Megan complained, bringing the car to a halt outside warehouse number 12. The huge steel gate was wide open. We could see the crew working around the set.
“We’ve known each other for a long time, and I don’t care what changes around you. We can see right past the fame nonsense. To me, you will always be Megan.”
Before Megan could formulate a word, I continued, “You can’t let this one fly by you. You have to do it.” This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I wasn’t going to allow her to ruin her career.
Megan turned off the engine and took a deep breath before turning to face me. I was stunned to see that her eyes were brimming with tears. She was definitely going through a tough time. She made me feel guilty by having been so upset about Nate’s behavior. Megan’s worries involved life-changing decisions; mine were high school absurdities. I reached out and gave her a comforting hug. I wanted her to know she needed to gather the courage to do this.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” I whispered, holding her hand tightly. “Will you be able to stay at school?” I tried to keep my composure, hiding the thought that potentially losing one of my best friends frightened the hell out of me.
A faint smile appeared on her face. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
I smiled back. “I’m going to miss you anyway.”
I wasn’t going to admit it to Megan, but her need for a break was completely justified. I’d heard Mom commenting that the workload that Megan’s parents put her through was crazy for a sixteen-year-old. Megan’s Mom signed her up for anything that came her way: movies, TV shows, ads, or plays. For Megan’s sake, I was glad to know that absolute control over her career was only two years away.
“And on top of this,” Megan added, “to add to the pressure, Shreyashi Sandhu, the woman who plays the chief detective in this series, absolutely hates me. The other day I was hanging around the set and I overheard her telling one of the producers that she wanted me out of the series as soon as possible.”
“Megan, you need to relax. You enjoy playing whoever it is you’re playing, and I’ll keep an eye on Shreyashi Sandhu!”
But I was concerned that Megan was going to snap at any moment. Unbelievably, the wellbeing of her entire family, including her six-year-old sister, rested upon her shoulders. Neither of Megan’s parents had a job—something she tried to keep secret.
Megan fixed her hair using the rearview mirror and, employing her best acting skills, put on a smile that seemed almost genuine. She was indeed a great actress. Probably no one else suspected what was going on inside her. We got out of the car and then saw Megan’s mom pacing up and down by the warehouse gate.
“Here we go…,” Megan murmured to herself.
“Megan, you’re late for makeup. Go get changed!” Megan’s Mom ordered, escorting us into the warehouse.
There were around thirty crew members buzzing around the courtroom set, which was illuminated by bright lights. The rest of the warehouse was almost in complete darkness. The director was instructing two cameramen how to move the cameras’ position to get a new angle of the set.
“You can watch from here,” Megan said, setting a canvas chair behind one of the cameras. Then Megan and her mom hurried down a corridor.
A makeup artist was applying eyeliner on a woman. She was on the defendant’s seat. She checked herself in a mirror handed to her by a makeup artist. Then she dismissed her with a disdainful wave of her hand. A second makeup artist walked onto the set and reapplied her makeup again, but after checking herself in the mirror, she still didn’t seem satisfied with the result.
The woman took off her blazer and handed it to a member of the crew. Minutes later, someone brought her a new mahogany-colored blazer that she also refused. I hadn’t watched the show, but I was confident the woman behaving like a diva
“We’ve known each other for a long time, and I don’t care what changes around you. We can see right past the fame nonsense. To me, you will always be Megan.”
Before Megan could formulate a word, I continued, “You can’t let this one fly by you. You have to do it.” This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I wasn’t going to allow her to ruin her career.
Megan turned off the engine and took a deep breath before turning to face me. I was stunned to see that her eyes were brimming with tears. She was definitely going through a tough time. She made me feel guilty by having been so upset about Nate’s behavior. Megan’s worries involved life-changing decisions; mine were high school absurdities. I reached out and gave her a comforting hug. I wanted her to know she needed to gather the courage to do this.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” I whispered, holding her hand tightly. “Will you be able to stay at school?” I tried to keep my composure, hiding the thought that potentially losing one of my best friends frightened the hell out of me.
A faint smile appeared on her face. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
I smiled back. “I’m going to miss you anyway.”
I wasn’t going to admit it to Megan, but her need for a break was completely justified. I’d heard Mom commenting that the workload that Megan’s parents put her through was crazy for a sixteen-year-old. Megan’s Mom signed her up for anything that came her way: movies, TV shows, ads, or plays. For Megan’s sake, I was glad to know that absolute control over her career was only two years away.
“And on top of this,” Megan added, “to add to the pressure, Shreyashi Sandhu, the woman who plays the chief detective in this series, absolutely hates me. The other day I was hanging around the set and I overheard her telling one of the producers that she wanted me out of the series as soon as possible.”
“Megan, you need to relax. You enjoy playing whoever it is you’re playing, and I’ll keep an eye on Shreyashi Sandhu!”
But I was concerned that Megan was going to snap at any moment. Unbelievably, the wellbeing of her entire family, including her six-year-old sister, rested upon her shoulders. Neither of Megan’s parents had a job—something she tried to keep secret.
Megan fixed her hair using the rearview mirror and, employing her best acting skills, put on a smile that seemed almost genuine. She was indeed a great actress. Probably no one else suspected what was going on inside her. We got out of the car and then saw Megan’s mom pacing up and down by the warehouse gate.
“Here we go…,” Megan murmured to herself.
“Megan, you’re late for makeup. Go get changed!” Megan’s Mom ordered, escorting us into the warehouse.
There were around thirty crew members buzzing around the courtroom set, which was illuminated by bright lights. The rest of the warehouse was almost in complete darkness. The director was instructing two cameramen how to move the cameras’ position to get a new angle of the set.
“You can watch from here,” Megan said, setting a canvas chair behind one of the cameras. Then Megan and her mom hurried down a corridor.
A makeup artist was applying eyeliner on a woman. She was on the defendant’s seat. She checked herself in a mirror handed to her by a makeup artist. Then she dismissed her with a disdainful wave of her hand. A second makeup artist walked onto the set and reapplied her makeup again, but after checking herself in the mirror, she still didn’t seem satisfied with the result.
The woman took off her blazer and handed it to a member of the crew. Minutes later, someone brought her a new mahogany-colored blazer that she also refused. I hadn’t watched the show, but I was confident the woman behaving like a diva
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