Page 30 of Arranging Ayra
Keely poked her head in again. “For everyone in those ballroom scenes, please rehearse your lines. We’ve lost enough time as it is. The last thing I need is fifteen takes for a flubbed line.”
She disappeared once again.
Barn’s grin didn’t waver. “I know my lines... all of them. I know this role inside and out, backwards and forwards, right side up and upside down.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. I get it. So you know your part.”
“I don’t just know that part. I am the part. I was born to be Mr. Darcy. I mean, when you think about it, my mother ensured that this part be mine the day she married... well... my dad, Mr. Darcy.”
“You’ve got a point there.”
“Darcy is in my blood.”
“Fine... Mr. Barnaby Darcy. Since you know your part so well, I guess I’ll meet you at your car tomorrow morning. What time?”
“Eight o’clock would be good.”
“Fine then. I look forward to seeing what a day off with Mr. Barnaby Darcy is like.”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said with a smile. “Oh, before I forget; do dress casually and wear comfortable shoes.”
Hmm. That intrigued me even more.
“I’ll be sure to do that.”
We sat back to quietly watch the movie.
“Admit it,” Barn said during the dive in the pond scene. “I’m far better looking than he is.”
I didn’t know what to say. Yes, he was good look... a little younger perhaps, but Colin Firth was my first Mr. Darcy love.
“And you can bet I’ll be taking off my shirt for that scene... a maybe even a little more.”
I chuckled. “Remind me to be there for that.”
He laughed.
The movie came to an end, and someone flicked the overhead lights on.
“Well,” Barn said. “That’s my cue to be off for the evening. See you tomorrow morning, love.”
I was tempted to ask where he was going off to but quickly realized it was none of my business. But I was just dying to know.
The room slowly cleared out with Jai left to pick up after the crew. I joined him as he tossed paper plates into a large garbage bag.
“Hollywood types,” I said with a teasing nudge. “You can never trust them to pick up after themselves.”
I helped him clear the room of plates, cups, straws and the occasional plastic fork and knife for those unwilling to eat pizza with their hands.
“Bonus,” Jai said as he checked the last pizza box to find half a pizza in it. “I’ll take this to be my tip.”
“Well deserved.”
“I’m glad you stopped to help,” he said. “Not that I need the help, but I wanted to talk to you.”
“Sure, what about?”
He shrugged. “Just wanted to tell you how much fun it was decorating the ballroom with you today. It was really cool working with you.”
