Catch A Falling Superstar: A New Adult Erotic Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

Archer where he was supposed to be.
    Then there was more activity as the crew adjusted lights and cameras, and then Hector said “okay, got it” very loudly, and then Archer and Lisa  walked off the set.
    Lisa just marched out of the sound stage, while Archer talked a little with some members of the crew around the main camera. Then he came over to me.
    “Got it yet?” he said.
    “Got what?”
    “Where this movie really comes from?”
    “No, not yet. Should I?”
    “No, it's a little early. If you had been able to get it from just seeing the set, it would make you a world class genius. Or just insane. One of those.”
    “You know,” I said shrewdly, “I'm pretty sure all I need is to google Hector, and there it will be.”
    He lifted his eyebrows.
    “Really? I have it on good authority that this is the most secret project in his career. And mine. No one knows, they say. Huge secrecy and multiple NDAs. Hollywood's best kept secret, my agent says.”
    That made no sense to me.
    “It seems to defeat the purpose to make a movie in secret,” I said. “Will it be launched secretly, too? Just quietly screened once for the crew and then destroyed?”
    “I know! Weird, huh? Wait.”
    He took off and ran over to the chairs he had pointed to before. He got his own and brought it back to me, then set it down and theatrically brushed a non-existent speck of dust off the seat.
    “Here, Princess Blue. Enjoy the show. The catering is over there. I think they still have some breakfast trays left. And water. Go and get some whenever you want. It's free for the taking. I have to work now. Camera rehearsal.”
    He walked back to the set and took his place. Lisa walked quickly back on set and took hers.
    Then the director yelled “action”, and the scene started. I tried to hear what was being said, but I couldn't get everything. Even though the set was dead silent, even with all the people watching, Lisa spoke her lines so softly that I only heard some of them in full. But her voice, clear and melodic as a crystal bell, was unmistakable.
    “The choice we have is so basic. We all have the choice. To be alive or to be dead,” Archer said quickly, with no emoting that I could see. Was that supposed to be the “electrifying” performance that Wikipedia talked about?
    Lisa said something, very quickly and quietly. I couldn't make it out.
    Archer continued, still flatly and disinterestedly, moving around the set a little.
    “Is it really better to take all the shit that life gives you and meekly accept it and ask for more, or do you just say “fuck you” and hand it right back, just ending it? Just making it impossible to receive any shit anyone wants to hand off to you? Because we all have that choice. Taking no more shit from anyone ever again.”
    Lisa said something very short, just reading from her script, which I noticed was in her hand. So “camera rehearsal” means just reading the lines, I figured.
    Archer said “what?”, then Lisa had a longer line, to which Archer replied “Nothing happens.”
    Lisa read another line, very short.
    Archer: “Every idea of what happens after we die is made up by us, by humans. We just can't handle the idea of nothing. But nothing happens. It's just over. Not even blackness. Nothing. Nature is a brutal bitch, you know that. No, it's just the fear, nothing else.”
    Lisa, a little animated: “I don't believe that.”
    Archer, while pacing up and down along one wall of the set, one camera following him: “People live out their lives because they're afraid of what comes after. Of course they do. People have to deal with all kinds of crap from other people. Their bosses, their family, basic injustice, bureaucrats, governmental incompetence, being friend-zoned, whatever. Thing is, you can put a stop to all that with just one gun and one shot. One short step into the road in front of a cement truck. An even shorter step off a cliff. The only reason most people don't is that they're