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“He better not be thinking he can boss her around or stop her from pursuing her own interests. That shit’s not okay.”
“I’m sure we just heard it wrong,” Gregor says. “I mean, I may not have a lot of love for Tabatha, but even I know she wouldn’t put up with that.”
“Are you ever going to forgive her?” I ask.
“She broke your heart, man.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t like her even before that.”
“Well, that’s ’cause I was young, stupid, and jealous.”
“Hey, maybe I broke her heart, not the other way around.”
“I don’t think so,” he says.
“Well, I do.”
“Okay.”
I hate it when he does that. Stops a discussion by just agreeing. It drives me nuts. We pull up to the next hole.
“Hey, can you just par me out, I’ve gotta take a leak,” I say to Gregor.
“That’ll be your best score yet,” he says. I flip him off and head out toward the nearest restroom. I hear Hunter ask where I’m going, then clench my fists when he responds with a similar comment to Gregor’s about this being my best score yet.
Dick times two.
19
Tabatha
“Cut!” the director calls and everyone scrambles to prepare for the next scene. “That was fantastic, Tabby. Your best yet.”
I smile in return, grateful for the compliment, and head straight for my trailer. Shooting this mini-series has been the hardest and most rewarding thing I’ve done. The hours are grueling, the action exhausting, and the lines ever-changing. Aside from that, it’s been fantastic. The only letdown is, I’ve not been able to keep my promise to Hunter about participating with the wedding planning. But I don’t regret it. I think he and Liza have done great without me. And I’m not picky about what we are doing or serving. As long as I feel pretty in my dress, that’s all I really care about.
Which I already know I will. The designer that I chose to make it for me is one of my favorites. Her name is Si, pronouncedsigh. She’s crafted a dress that is absolutely perfect for me. I had her design dresses for both Crystal and Angela too based on ideas they liked. We are going for the final fittings later today.
Si is making a concession for me due to my crazy hours lately, which I know is due in part to the buzz about this mini-series. The online streaming service is hyping the crap out of it. They’ve been working to do a lot of the editing and post-production as we shoot, which saves them time, but also requires more adaptability from the cast than would ordinarily be expected.
The other good thing is I’ve lost that last ten pounds I hated. More than that even. They are having me do many of my own action shots, which is just as fun as it is tiring. It’s got me used to working with a trainer again though and my body is toning in places I’d forgotten I have. It’s also altering my outlook on life a bit, in that my character is way more gritty and raw than I’ve ever been. I’m a firm believer in method acting and can easily lose myself in a role to the point where I almost get confused as to who is the real me. It makes for great screen presence but isn’t always so great on my personal life.
Hunter does not approve of this “new” Tabatha. Not at all. But I find her to be refreshing. At worst, I’m transitioning into a combination of the two. The real me tempering the character and that character roughing up the real me. Needless to say, it’s been cause for more than one disagreement between Hunter and me. I’m hoping to make it up to him once we wrap, which should be in two days.
As long as we are on time, then I’ll have Tuesday through Friday free before the wedding on Saturday. And I still feel like that’s plenty of time. I mean, Liza has got all the little things under control, that’s what we pay her a boatload of money for. But what has been put on hold is the documentation of the planning process that Hunter wanted. Because I haven’t been around much, there hasn’t been a need for the new photographer to take pictures of us.
Which he hasn’t been super happy about, since I’m sure he was counting on a big payday. But he’ll still be capturing the week just prior as well as the rehearsal dinner before the wedding. And from what I’ve been able to gather, the rehearsal dinner is almost as elaborate as the actual wedding, just with one-tenth of the attendees.
Hunter is at a charity golf tournament today, and then is having his bachelor gathering this evening. I’m not really having a bachelorette party, but Crystal, Angela, and I are getting together for dinner and the fitting. After which, we’ll all kick back, have some drinks, and cut a little loose. Crystal has a babysitter all night, and Michael is on call, so she has no responsibilities. We haven’t had a night like this in probably three years or more.
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I work for a couple more hours before the director calls it a wrap for the day. On a whim, I invite one of the makeup girls, Maisey, to go out with us. She and I have gotten along really well during the entire shoot and it seems like she doesn’t get out much either.
She’s a single mom and she and her daughter live with her mother, who was also a single mom before she remarried when Maisey was in high school. Sadly, her mom was widowed a few years back, which is when Maisey and her daughter moved in with her. Most of Maisey’s makeup work experience is proms and weddings or special events as the chance of a movie or show being shot on location in Seattle is slim. Sometimes she fills in for the news stations, but according to her, that’s as elaborate as it gets. She’s grateful for any job she’s given.
I already hired her to do both mine and Crystal’s makeup for the wedding, as well as Angela’s, my other bridesmaid. And she’s offered to do my makeup tonight, so we are going to get ready in my trailer before having the limo take us to pick up Angela and Crystal. We’ll all go to the fitting, and then go out from there.
Maisey is a statuesque blonde and naturally crazy beautiful. The only way I can believe she is still single is because she’s got a kid and most guys are stupid. We decide to borrow clothes and shoes from wardrobe. There are a few scenes where my character attends either a formal party, or has to scout out a nightclub for suspects, and she dresses to the nines when she does. There’s a slew of options as a result. We both pick items that are out of character from what we would normally wear.
