{ - still, omg Rob ^^^ I was bored, so here's another update :D do you like the fancier style of this book? I think it makes it look a lot more mature and neat. What do you think? Also, I love reading your comments, so please comment! - }
-= Bella =-
"Okay, so, we start filming in two months. Have your manager call Edward's and have them set up a meeting, so you two can chat about the film. Then, next week on Friday at six, we can have you two audition together just so we can see how you two act together," Amber blabbed on and on as she took me on a tour of the set they began to set up.
There wasn't much yet; they had just started. The book said that it mostly took place on the coast, so we had driven West to the coast of Washington to look for a good film location.
They had told me we might have to travel a bit while filming, which I was fine with; I used to have to fly back and forth from Charlie and Renee all the time when I was younger.
She showed me my future dressing room and handed me the small bright green colored key. It had an emerald sparkly 'B' on it.
"This is your dressing room key," she told me. She held her arm out, allowing me to stick the key in the keyhole and I heard the door unlock with a click. I opened the door, and my jaw dropped to the floor.
"Do you like it? I hope it's suitable for you," Amber smiled, looking around the room with me.
"Like it? This is the best dressing room I've ever had!"
The walls were a soft teal colour { - look, I like the British spelling way better, okay? Don't judge me xD -} and there was a white wood desk on the west wall with a dark blue expensive-looking laptop in the center of it. A silver lamp with a cream top sat on the right corner of the desk, and the desk was paired with a white wooden chair with a cream cushion on it. There was a cream loveseat on the opposite wall with a light teal couch pillow on one side, with a glass coffee table in front of it. There was a black porcelain bowl on the coffee table filled with kit-kat minis.
The closet took up half of the house-sized room. As I walked up to the door, Amber tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to look at her, and she handed me another key. This one was silver with a green sneaker on it. Unbelievable. How did she know so much about me? Only Rose knew my three favorite colours; Emerald green, white, and light teal. And had I told Amber that I loved hightops?
I took the key from her and was about to stick the key in the door when Amber shook her head.
"It's already unlocked," she giggled, and I blushed stupidly.
Oh.
I pushed the handle down and swung open the door. A young woman with dark wavy hair was in one of the aisles of clothes organizing.
"This is Jewels, she is our costume designer. One of the best in the business," Amber informed me.
Jewels turned to look at us and walked up to us. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Yeah, right. Amber, you know I was only hired because Felipe couldn't take the job,"
"You're too modest, Els." Amber turned to me. "You see all these clothes? She made 'em all."
"All of them?" I asked in disbelief.
"Every single piece." Amber smiled proudly, and Jewels blushed shyly. Me and Jewels were going to get along.
"Well, feel free to look around. I just finished organizing it; by type and then by colour. I'd appreciate it if you kept it that way." Jewels told me.
"Of course," I smiled. Jewels smiled at me and gave me a hug before walking out of the closet.
"This is amazing," I gaped at the rows of clothes. She really did organize it very well.
"Isn't it? Well, you should probably go prepare your meeting with Edward. We'll build the set, don't you worry about a thing." Amber smiled at me.
I murmured my thanks before I took one last look around my dressing room and walked out the door, heading to my car.
Here goes nothing.
--=+=+=--
"Hi, this is Rosalie Hale, Isabella Swan's manager," Rosalie said on the phone as I chewed nervously on my nails.
"Isabella Swan? Edward's future costar?"
I rolled my eyes. Shocker, they didn't even know who he was working with.
"Yeah, I'm calling to set up a - "
Did I imagine the other line of the phone saying 'meeting, I know'? How rude can someone get?
"That'd be great!" Rosalie scribbled something on a notepad as she said, "Sounds good, see you then." and she hung up the phone.
"Well?" I asked, grabbing her arm and shaking her impatiently.
"Okay, one," she said, pulling me off her, "you know I don't do shaking. And, two, tomorrow at nine am you are meeting for breakfast at the cafe downtown."
"Nine?" I asked again. I usually sleep until ten.
"Yes, nine. Don't worry, I'll wake you up." she winked before picking up her freshly dried pajamas.
"I'm getting ready for bed. Your pajamas are in the dryer."
"Okay," I said, walking to the laundry room and taking out my teal sleep blouse and the matching sweatpants.
I was feeling a bit jittery about tomorrow. Was he going to be rude like his manager? Was his manager actually rude at all? Could I just be really paranoid? Was his intellect big enough for me to actually carry on a conversation with Edward?
Probably not, a little voice told me in my head.
Shut up.
As I skipped into the hallway bathroom, I stripped down and slipped on my pajamas before brushing my teeth, washing my face, and braiding my wavy auburn hair.
I walked back into the bedroom and pulled back my green comforter and got in bed.
"Don't stress about it too much, Bella. You'll be fine," Rosalie whispered as I flicked my lamp off.
"I know," I told her.
"Goodnight, Bells,"
"Goodnight, Rose."
--=+=+=--

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RomanceIsabella Swan was a decently known actress from a small town in Washington called Forks. When she lands an audition for a romance movie with the world famous Edward Cullen, she almost denies the part because she thinks he's just another arrogant jer...