First one-shot I've ever written in my life. Feedback is greatly appreciated. (I don't think it's that bad). It's a collection of diary entries, except the last two passages. Also, this is for the trainer class inaugural. Please enjoy. PG
And there it was. The dream of everyone in Unova- to work at Pokestar Studios. The bright lights, red carpets, and famous stars attracted everyone from everywhere, turning an otherwise industrial city into a cultural hotspot. And I was one of the many nominations for the top ten new actors.Let me explain. Every year, ‘they’ pick ten new actors out of possibly hundreds to star in a big movie. Whether that will be a new Brycen-Man, Full Metal Cop, or even Time Gate Traveller, it depends on your acting style. Guess which one I got in? Love and Battles. That’s right, Love and Battles.
I worked my butt off to enter the top ten, and now I’m stuck with Love and Battles. And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part is my partner, Isabella.
You know in novels, those spoiled rich kids who got into something special, but they actually just used money to get in? Yeah, that was her. She fitted the archetype “spoiled rich kid” so well that I’m now wondering if she’s actually from a novel.And so now I wait for the director to get called up. But I’m probably still screwed.
If my future acting career fails because of my partner, I’ll probably laugh a few years from now.
Oh wait, I’ll be dead.
Good news. Our director is Nash Herman. Yes, the guy who directed Brycen-Man and Brycen-Man Strikes Back. (anything above Strikes Back 2 isn’t even canon anyway). I guess the association felt sorry for us.
We’re supposed to start memorizing our lines, and finish the first scene by next week. I just hope we actually finish by that time. The next Unova Film Festival is in a few months, so we’re on track for opening night!
Knocked on Isabella’s door today, no answer. We have to live in the same set, to ‘bond’ with each other. Don’t think me and her will ‘bond’ together a lot. She’s probably memorizing her script right now, right?
At least I hope so…
Can’t sleep. I blame those Rayquaza energy drinks.
Turns out she didn’t memorize her lines, like she was supposed to. Instead she was rewatching a movie marathon of the past seven other Love and Battles. She says she was “getting into character by analyzing past female protagonists and their behaviour.” Yeah right. Just don’t screw this up.
Anyway, we’re starting to film tomorrow! Fingers crossed that she memorized at least one scene. I can’t be too optimistic though, like my mom always said: “Be too optimistic and when it actually happens, you’ll be unimpressed. It’ll never be perfect. Just try to make it the best you can.”
I finally understood why my mom said that to me: to deal with assholes like her.
Today was a disaster. Absolute disaster. Total time spent today filming: 9 hours. Total film time so far: approximately forty-six seconds. (Those forty-six seconds were without her). It literally took everything in me to not quit then and there.
Still worried about opening night, but I drank a few beers and skimmed through the script.
Here’s to a better tomorrow.
Geez, it’s been a long time. I didn’t post a lot of new entries because she’s still failing at the lines. Fourteen minutes of footage, more than three hundred hours of working time for me. We’re doing fourteen hour shifts, that’s how badly we’re trying to make it before the deadline.
Holy crap! Because Virbank won the seed for the International Battling Championships, the film festival is getting pushed forward by two months! Now I can absolutely guarantee you that we’ll not finish by the deadline, unless, against all odds, she dies.
And I hope she dies.
I’ve been approached by the director today, and this time it wasn’t about my ‘horrible’ acting. He asks me, if I want to fire Isabella. My dream has finally happened! The second best thing besides her dying, if I want to fire her!
Obviously, since I’m the lead actor, I get to finalize decisions (but I don’t get to make them, which sucks). Easy decision. Her acting career is done. Now I can actually work with a woman I actually like! (That hasn’t happened since high school).
I hope it’s Sabrina.
Today was, I’d say, interesting. Isabella somehow overheard my conversation, and it doesn’t take an idiot to figure out that I didn’t like her. So she offered me a deal. And holy **** she wasn’t kidding when she said that she was rich.
Here’s what she offered: two point five million dollars, a yacht, an arctic white Mantine Blitz (one of the high end luxury cars), and more. Now, as much as it pains me to say this, I might actually keep her in and fail the movie.
I broke it down, and if the movie actually becomes a success, I’d still earn more revenue if I took Isabella’s deal. But can my heart stand the bribe? It’ll help my financial situation a lot (student loans suck), and my parents can retire earlier, but at what cost?
I told Nash to wait ‘till tomorrow, and I guess we’ll see.
You know that feeling when you’re stuck between two choices, and your brain is telling you to go one way, but your heart another? That’s exactly how I felt. I felt that no matter which decision I’d end up with, I’d still regret it one way or another. Except that it wasn’t about whether I should get this brand of lotion or another brand of lotion, the fate of a whole franchise was in my hands.
So I marched into the director’s office and sat down palms sweating, looked into his eyes. Then I said it. There was no reaction, just a nod. That was the longest minute of my life.
The words echoed in my heads as I left. I just hope I made the right decision.
Opening night. The swath of cameras lined up to the red carpet was remarkable. The actors and actresses strided across the red carpet, waving with the usual fake smiles. Alonso walked across in his black suit, beside him his partner. Light glimmered throughout the whole stage, until the host stepped forward. It would be three hours before the new Love and Battles started.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Now, this is the brand new edition of Love and Battles, directed by award winner Nash Herman. Enjoy.” The lights dimmed, the audience quiet, and the opening scene started.
The credits rolled. The audience clapped. Alonso waited, and waited, until he saw it: Miguel-Alonso, Penelope-Sabrina. Alonso opened his eyes and smiled.
He clapped a few times, then sighed. It was finally over.