Simone wraps up and heads home

The cameraman tosses a fluffy pink robe over the seat for which you are thankful. As the guys climb out of the car, you slip the robe on and sit on the edge of the backseat, legs dangling above the ground. Lon looks back.

"Are you OK?"

You nod, "Just waiting for one of you to walk inside. I figure if the door is open, I save my toes just a bit of cold by running in behind you. So don't let me slow you down."

The guys head inside single file and he waits outside holding it open. You hop out the back, rush up the steps, and in the cabin. He laughs as you run, watching your short legs pump underneath you as you fly by into the building. You were right about the cold. By the time you are inside, the bottoms of your feet feel almost numb. The cabin is pretty toasty though so you pull the robe close, sit on a sofa and give them time.

It isn't long before your feet feel warm enough to go into the wardrobe room. Time to get dressed and all your clothes are in there. Debbie is in the back packing the outfits on a rolling garment rack and Rocquelle is putting all her product away. She looks up at you and smiles.

"How are you holding up, Simone?"

"I'm doing great. I'm finally warm and I don't have anything shoved up my ass. It's a win all around," you smirk as the makeup lady laughs. You locate your clothes on a chair in the back of the room and start getting dressed as Rocquelle walks over and puts a business card on your purse.

"If you're ever in Portland stop by. I have a small salon there and I'd love to see what I can do with you. You have such great color, I know I could make you even more ravishing than you normally are."

You put it in your bag and you slip your mules on.

"Thanks! I don't make it down that way often but I'll look you up next time I do."

You stand up and she walks over and gives you a hug. She takes the moment to whisper in your ear.

"You are so wasted on the boys, Red."

You laugh, "Maybe but it's the way I swing I guess."

She lets you go and grabs her stuff.

"If you need to talk, my personal cell number is on the bottom. Call anytime!"

"Thanks, I may take you up on that. I get really bored puttering around the apartment sometimes."

Rocquelle laughs, waves, and steps out of the room. You take a few moments to stand in front of the mirror and pull your hair back into a ponytail. It isn't your favorite way to wear it but the style is so easy to pull off that you use it more than you probably should. You thank Debbie for everything and walk out to the main room. All you see are a few crew carrying furniture around and setting the room back up the way it was when you first got here. The director gets your attention and waves you into the writer's room. You figure a few minutes won't hurt. You may have to work with him again sometime and being friendly is probably a good thing.

You step in and he pushes the door shut. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, leaving the folding chair in the middle of the room for you. You sit down.

"I feel like I'm facing a proctor or something. Which subject am I being tested on again?"

"Funny," he murmurs as he pulls something up on his tablet. "I just wanted to let you know that I was pleasantly surprised by how well this went. New girls with restrictive contracts usually live up to the diva title I throw around. You have been a real pleasure to work with. I could write so many scripts with you in mind."

"Speaking of scripts, this one went to hell pretty quick."

He laughs, "Nope, it went better than planned. I've never had a shoot that followed the writing perfectly. I got the idea of focusing on Kyle right after we started. There's a segment of the audience that likes the idea of that for some reason. I guess they always think of themselves as Gregor and not Kyle," he shrugs. "And the ending change had to happen. A sequel wouldn't work without some dangling plotline. You and Kyle wandering home sullen and distraught didn't lend itself well."

"Sequel?" You ask. "It seems like that'd be a weird place to write from."

"It leaves me somewhere to pick up if the video gets really good metrics. No guarantees of course."

"Sure. I get that. I might even consider it if the script is good. This was a rush thing so it came off in a hurry, I expect video offers to mostly come with something I can read before I say yes."

"That is how it normally works," Lon nods. "Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you knew I appreciated how easy you are to work with. That cute little pass-out bit in the anal scene alone will sell the picture. You really should do something about that though. It fit this film but might not work with others."

You think for a moment, "Yeah, my agent told me the company has a video library with tutorials on how to do some of this stuff but I keep putting it off. I probably should get to that. I assume this will end up posted on my page on the company website?"

He stands and chuckles, you follow suit.

"Usually. It'll take a couple of weeks to make it through edits though. The video study sounds like a good idea. Learning from a pro can't hurt," he offers a hand and you shake. "I'll likely have a few offers before long. We'll need to negotiate that contract though, it'll be an albatross with video work before long."

"I'll think about it," you smile as he wishes you well and leaves the room. You walk out a moment later, wish the few crew left a great night, and go across the street. Since Debbie is gone, you grab up the windbreaker and boots from the grass, then wander over and pack up your car. Time to go home, you think as you start the rental up and head for the park gate. Just a few hours before you can relax and get some sleep. This whole day has been an interesting adventure!