friends, enemies, lovers? in which walker scobell finds the person he would experience it all with.
began june 10th / updates at least 2 times a week (if not, will communicate on account or in chapter)
DAYLIST can i call you tonight? - dayglow new perspective - panic! at the disco
THE GIRL had arrived at the hotel, prepared for the coming day.
She had about a few hours to herself before she was required to begin work. There wasn't too much to do today- she only had two meetings to attend, one with the Acting coach; the other with Mr. Spielberg himself.
Steven Spielberg.
The thought of meeting her favorite director excited Ridley. How exactly was she supposed to act around one of her childhood heroes?
While she loved acting, she always was fascinated with directing and how exactly a director influenced the making of a great movie. Though she would never pursue it as a career (she had her hands tied with music and performing already), she was highly interested in the techniques and tools directors used.
Maybe she'd be able to learn under the legendary director.
After thoroughly unpacking, she flopped down on her bed, peering at her phone.
She scrolled through various posts on Instagram, passing edits of herself and her co-stars as well as updates on various films. Finally, she stopped on one meme. It was a picture of Walker photoshopped onto a pink background, with emoji bows decorating his hair.
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Ridley burst out laughing. She didn't think the label 'coquette' fit for either her music or him listening to said music, but she did find the whole situation downright hilarious. No, she didn't like Walker and Walker didn't like her. However, the prospect of him enjoying the music of the person he didn't like? Well, there was some sense of irony in it.
If only he knew he was truly pledging allegiance to the United States of Ridley...
Speaking of the pledge, she traveled back to his instagram post wherein he held a listening party for her new album. She had been certainly surprised to see it at first encounter, but now, it was somewhat amusing. She could laugh at it without internally scoffing in disgust at his face (after all, he was so much more bearable as an inanimate image on a screen than in person).
She kept scrolling through his account, careful not to like a single post. She, of course, was hate-stalking. Absolutely.
She wouldn't admit it, but she was the teensiest bit interested in Walker. Not romantically. God no. But he was her co-star and she was curious about who she was working with.
Ridley came upon one of Walker's parkour posts. The boy ran across a stone table and jumped, flipping off of it. Her jaw dropped.
Alright, she still didn't like him. But that was impressive. Really impressive.
A knock sounded on her door.
Huh, it's probably housekeeping or something-
"Hey, Sun." A voice shouted. One she recognized all too well. "I'm outside."
