April, when you read this, just know that this is all your fault. *points at icon* Not only the icon, which I found on my computer but is credited to the original LJ person or community I got it from eons ago (well, last year at least) but the fact that I’m considering making this an AU and basing the male lead off of a Nick Carter-esque persona is also definitely your fault. *nods*
Edit: I changed the icon because it was annoying me…
3 hours earlier
As an younger sibling, you quickly learn to differentiate between the different tones that your older siblings use to gain your attention. More often than not, it means that a)they want something from you, b)they want you to do something for them, or c)they want to bribe/cajole/threaten/guilt you into silence for either a) or b).
Unfortunately for me, my choice was d) all of the above. And, unlike when I was five and my older sister Baylee was eight, running away screaming to mom and dad won’t help me out of this one.
“Rylee Michelle, I know you hear me! Please do this one little thing for me? You’re the only one who can!”
Woo-saaaah, I chanted silently, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping to chase away the image of Baylee’s tear stained face with the much more pleasing one of Will Smith. Woooo–saaaaah….
Unfortunately (again) for me, I’m no Martin Lawrence, Baylee is definitely not Will Smith, and we weren’t Bad Boys–although we were on a movie set. And I guess physically, we share some similarities–she’s tall and slim and blonde and vivacious, whereas I am short and brunette and definitely the more serious of the two. Someone has to be. And I know it’s a total cliche, but she ended up being the famous actress, and I’m–you got it–her personal assistant. And occasional make up artist, caterer, seamstress, and stand in to run lines with.
Well, the last part I don’t mind so much, since I did have a passing interest in pursuing a career in entertainment myself. But even I can get jaded and tired of people looking down at my headshot and name, back up at me, down again, and going, “You’re Baylee’s little sister? You don’t look at thing like her.”
“Please, Rylee? You owe me! Remember all that time you wanted to go out with your latest crush, but mom and dad wouldn’t let you unless it was in a group? And who ended up sacrificing her friday night to chaparone you and your little boyfriend, instead of scoring with Aaron Grady, who was only the hottest guy in the senior clas? Me, that’s who. Because that’s what sisters do.”
Uh-oh. Commense with the guilt-trip portion of this mini drama.
“This is the pivitol love scene between Josh and Serena! Not doing this scene will kill my career, you know that!”
“So call David and reschedule,” I shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal–”
“Reschedule?” She shrieked. “Do you know how much money it would cost to simply reschedule?”
“Yes, but you can’t film a love scene while on your period. I mean, eww.”
“Ryleeee!” She wailed.
Oh, shit. That wasn’t supposed to be out loud…
“Okay, look. Don’t you have a body double or something for these kinds of situations?” I offered desperately. “I mean, isn’t that what they usually do anyway? Close up of you guys making out, and then wide shots for everything else? How serious a scene are we talking about?”