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shows, I recognize his sister too, as Baseball is for Sissies was my
absolute favorite movie growing up, and there are a few pictures of him with a
woman I can only assume is his mother. But from what I can tell, he doesn’t
currently have a girlfriend. Still, I keep looking at pictures. I read gossip. I
watch interviews. I look up late night clips.
     
    I begin to feel like a teenager again, obsessing over the
cute boy in the movies. But this time, I’ve met him. He’s not just a figment;
he’s a reality. I’m not staring at him on a screen. I can see him in real life.
There’s a good chance that I’ll walk onto set tomorrow, and he’ll be there.
     
    I fall asleep feeling different than I have since I moved to
L.A. I’m not upset that my career hasn’t taken off. I’m not depressed that I’m
not sure where my life is going. I have something to be excited about, someone to
be excited about.
     
    I get to live out my childhood fantasy.
     
    That’s pretty damn awesome.

 
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    I spend a good hour checking in extras for the scene we’re
shooting today. It’s the first day of official shooting here on set, and we’re
starting with some sort of Olympic training montage. From what’s been explained
to me, unlike most movies, they’re trying to shoot this one more
chronologically. They’re doing this because they need to see Johnny physically
get bigger throughout the movie as he ages and works up to the MMA fights. They
have him set up with a trainer, and every minute that he’s not on set, he’s
working out.
     
    Woof.
     
    Shooting is set to last five months, including the two weeks
they already shot in New Mexico for the wartime footage. So unless things go
totally haywire, it looks like I’ll have a pretty consistent job for the next
four and a half months. It probably won’t permit me much time to write, but I’m
hoping the money will allow me to take off for at least a week after the
production to do nothing but write. Hey, maybe I’ll write a pilot about being
on a television show.
     
    Nah, that’s been done.
     
    Maybe I’ll go to New York.
     
    We’ll see.
     
    “Caroline, can you come to the tent?” My Walkie Talkie starts
talking from my hip.
    “Coming.” I happily reply.
     
    Whoops, I didn’t press the button. Let me try that again.
     
    “Coming.” I happily reply. Second time’s a charm.
     
    I go to the tent, where I meet up with my supervisor who is
looking over the day’s itinerary. I give her a second, seeing as she seems
quite preoccupied. She quickly glances up, sees that I’m there, and then darts
her eyes back to the paper.
     
    “Give me a second.”
    “Take your time.” I smile.
     
    She grabs her phone from her pocket, dials a number, and
puts it to her ear.
     
    “Listen, I have too much on my plate for today… No… Tell him
to get someone else… It’s not an option… I don’t care who he is or who he
thinks he is… No… No… No… Fine.”
     
    She hangs up with a huff. “Did you have a conversation with
Mr. Braylock yesterday?”
    It takes me a second to realize she’s talking to me, because
she still hasn’t looked up. “Who me?”
    “Yes you. Whom else would I be talking to?”
     
    The tent is full of people. I don’t really understand why
she’s so surprised that I don’t know if she’s talking to me, especially since
she’s still not looking at me.
     
    “Then yes. I met him on set yesterday morning.” I warily
reply, not sure if I have already done something wrong. I really can’t afford
to get fired on my second day.
    “Did you offer to sleep with him?”
     
    I bust out laughing because she made a joke, but for some
reason, she’s not laughing with me.
     
    “Wait, is that a joke?”
    “No, that’s not a joke.” Oh, I guess it wasn’t a joke. By
the way, she’s still not looking at me.
    “Oh, then, no. I didn’t suggest that at all. Wait; did he say
that I offered to sleep with him? Do people