Behind the Scenes

Belle Andrews is a movie star. She attends award ceremonies, dresses up for the red carpet, and best of all: stars as the leading lady in the new film, "The Haunted Hour." But what happens when Belle is forced into a media deal she never planned? To make matters worse, she is relocated to the small farm town of River Heights to film her new movie. But in River Heights, will Belle discover the real Belle Andrews?


4. Scene 3

"Ya did it, hot stuff!" Tom tossed a magazine at me.

I looked at the cover. "'Belle Andrews and Will Reese an item?' What a creative title." I scuffed and tossed the magazine into the seat next to me. Will popped his head over the seat at the sound of his name, but I simply shook mine in return, and he disappeared.

"C'mon Belle, we've got this in the bag now! The relationship, the movie!"

I looked at Tom and giggled. "You look like you're about to explode."

He just shook his head in response. "We land in two hours."

I grunted and pulled a pillow over my head. I heard Tom walk into the back compartment, leaving Will and I alone. Brilliant.

"Nervous?" Will asked from in front of me.

"You talk too much." I replied, removing the pillow from my face. I picked up my iPod and hit shuffle.

"Sorry," he replied quietly. "So, where did you live before Hollywood?"

I sighed and paused Miley Cyrus. "Why do you care?"

There was silence for a moment, then I heard him stand and move to sit next to me.

"I'll put it this way. If we're supposed to be a thing, and let's just say a paparazzi comes up to me, and asks me a question that a good boyfriend should know about his girlfriend, what am I supposed to say? I've got a reputation that I want to keep." He raised his eyebrows at me and I looked away.

"Fair enough." I watched the clouds drift by. They looked so free just floating up there. Able to come and go as they pleased. See the world, without the restrictions that I had to face on a daily basis. Free.

"So where did you come from?"

He shook me from my daydream and I paused for a moment, thinking about an answer. "I lived in New York," I started slowly, piecing my words together as I spoke. "Not the city though, I lived more in Western New York. Farm country. I lived with my mom, and my sister. My dad was missing, I never knew him. I got my start in acting with community theater. I auditioned for every show, every role," I was spilling everything now, and for some reason, it felt natural. Not forced, not fake. Just a girlfriend telling her boyfriend about her past. Except on a plane. And in a matter of a few minutes. "And I got them. And one day, at one of my shows, there was a Hollywood rep in town, visiting family, and he liked me on stage. So he gave me his card, and I talked with my mom about it a lot, and then, well," I stopped.

"Then what?" Will asked, almost as if he was... interested. I shook the thought from my mind. He was only trying to save his reputation and make himself look good. My personal life had nothing to do with it.

I took a deep breath, and composed myself. That part of the story didn't need to be said. Not now. Not ever. "That should be enough. I think you'll be fine."

He opened his mouth to reply, to make me say what I'd held back, but then stopped. "My story's a bit more boring." I adjusted myself in my seat. I already knew Will's story. Everyone knew the story of poor, deprived Will Reese. "I lived in LA, and my mom, well, I'm sure you know," He smiled, a weak smile. Will's mother was a famous singer of her time, until she got knocked up, had Will, and then died from drug abuse shortly after. The media was so obsessed with 'Will Reese, star-to-be' that they watched over the baby's every move. "I ended up living with my paternal dad, and then when I got old enough to do movie roles, I was getting offers everywhere. Every company wanted me to star with them. It was really overwhelming. And it was hard. Every movie I did, there was always interviews and every interview I was in was always asking about my mom. It was never about me, and I still don't think my fame is really about me. It's always her. Her son. Her career. Her life." He looked at his shoes. "I guess I feel like, this movie, this one where I'm not the only star tied into this mess, might help me. Help me break away from this hold Hollywood has on me. You know what I mean?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry." was all I could reply.

"Eh, that's alright. This movie'll be big." He reclined back in his chair. "It'll be the biggest thing Hollywood has ever seen."

I leaned my head back too, and closed my eyes. "You really think that?"

"With the two of us? It could be nothing less." Then he interlocked our fingers.

And I didn't stop him.

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