Chasing Rainbows

Part Twenty Six

A/N Thanks to Kaisha for another great cover. Comments greatly appreciated. Are you enjoying?

Emma could barely open her eyes, she groaned at the throbbing in her head, and the pain behind her eyes. What the hell was she doing? What the hell had happened? Her last memory was going into a club called Winston’s late, very late. Finally opening her eyes she was glad to see she was in her apartment, but that was all she was glad about. The clock showed she had half an hour to get to the studio for the biggest day of filming she had. The only consolation was that presumably Theo was in a similar situation to her.

Picking up her phone, she dialled his mobile number, he answered with a groan after five rings.

                “White! What the hell have you done to me?”

She laughed, “I was about to ask you the same thing. My greatest day and I feel like shit!”

Theo chuckled then groaned at the pain that caused, “the makeup guys are experienced, if we need to reshoot any close ups I’ll take that rap, ok?”

                “See you in five?”

He groaned again, and it was then that her door bell rang, that would be her studio taxi.

She’d never been more grateful to slump into her bed than she had that evening. It should have been her most euphoric moment, her first full day of filming. And whilst she nailed her scenes, she did it feeling like shit. She barely saw Theo all day, but she blamed him entirely. When his name flashed on her mobile phone half an hour after entering her apartment she almost disconnected the call. Reluctantly she answered.

                “Hi!”

He sighed, “sorry. Shouldn’t have dragged you out last night. Feel like death!”

She laughed, “me too! How did you manage to avoid me today when we were meant to be in two scenes together?”

It was his turn to laugh, “perks of being the director. Had something ‘crop up’, gives us both time to reschedule our big scene.”

Big scene. Ah yes, she remembered...the kiss. She’d wanted to forget that she had to kiss him. Their first attempt in London had been almost comical, and whilst she had got to know Theo a little better, the desire to kiss him was less than ever.

                “We should have practiced last night...after all apparently I need some coaching!”

She cringed two fold, firstly she still couldn’t believe she’d said that to him, and secondly, she was dreading it...and yet he seemed quite keen.

                “You’ll be fine, you’re a pro!”

It was an ineffective comment, but he bought it a hundred percent.

The next morning came and there was an issue with the recordings of a scene from the previous day, not one that included her. So she sat around whilst the continuity editors had a meltdown.

                “Emma, we’ll need you after lunch, scene twenty six, we may not fit in forty one today,” one of the executive producers called over to her, so she took a long lunch, disappearing into one of the trailers to read the book she’d brought with her from home. She skipped actual food; she was still feeling fragile from her hangover of the previous day. She wished she could remember exactly what she’d drank, whatever it was it was lethal, and she’d ever touch it again. For the umpteenth time in the last twenty four hours she cursed Theo Samuel. Everyone else joined up for read throughs, rehearsals of sorts, but Theo was exempt from that, he was ‘too busy’, so that meant that each time she acted with him, it was in front of the audience of the film crew. Slightly more nerve-racking than other scenes had been.