2Scene Three, Action!
Her breath quickened. He was right there. Right there. Her brain ran through the works one last time, before they leaned in, perfectly timed and in sync. She waited for his mouth to meet hers, and it did, just as she expected.
She pulled away slightly, displaying the tiniest bit of hesitation. He wasn't surprised by this, he was thoroughly expecting it. Then she counted in her head: one, two three. Then she smiled, a wan smile, and leaned in again, opening her mouth slightly.
What was she doing? She didn't even like him!
How very high school. She shut her eyes tight, and worked her mouth robotically through the kiss. Right, left, breathe. Right, right, left… For other people, this is supposed to be nice, with someone you love, preferably, with no expectations, no script, and no right or wrong. It was supposed to be in a normal setting, an everyday, comfortable setting, not an overly- clichéd one of a cheesy, obnoxious sunset and silhouettes of palm trees.
And not with the whole world watching.
And just as someone set off perfectly times fireworks to add to the overall happy, predictable ending, they pulled away and leaned towards each other. She pasted a quick, forced smile on her face as the camera zoomed out, then panned across the background, signaling the fairytale ending of another Hollywood film.
A mindless, terribly unoriginal movie. But it was expected that the producers would piece together a captivating trailer, and that billions of young teens would pour into theaters to watch supposed fascinating movie.
Her "love interest" was laughing and jeering with a bunch of spoiled rich brats feet away. In real life, he would never get a girl, not the way the script displayed. Not with his greasy hair, horrible table manners, and bad breath. But the whole world would be let on that he was, in fact, a nice, amiable, thoughtful guy like his alter ego, the character he played.
So when the director called a re-shoot of the scene, she strolled back on set obediently.
It was the only way she knew how to make a living, to keep her rent and buy her food. It was the only way she knew how to stay alive.
Because when all was said and done, they were working for other people, nothing more. They had nothing to do with each other, no connections, and no commitment at all.
I'm sick of all the smoke and mirrors of Hollywood! Really, those cheesy, cliche-d movies are too much. I wrote this because, well, I was bored : ) I'll be updating my actual story, Time Won't Let Me Go, soon! Please check it out 8)
.theSCREAMINGgoblin.