shut for this scene. You are worn out from working on the Villa all day. Jack, you rub her shoulders and then you say the lines. Want to rehearse it first for marks?’
‘Nope,’ said Jack. ‘I think we are good.’ He smiled at Sapphira, who responded to him with one of her million-dollar laughs.
‘Whatever you want, Jacky boy.’
‘Action.’ Called TG from off set.
Jack came through the door and saw Sapphira with her feet on the table but instead of walking around behind her he sat down at her feet, saying his lines. he started to give her foot a rub.
Sapphira stayed in character and kept her eyes shut while Jack rubbed her feet. He said his lines and she responded.
‘Cut,’ yelled TG.
Jack stood up. ‘I just felt he would rub her feet since it’s the first thing he sees when he walks into the room.’
‘Yeah fine, worked well from our angle. Let’s do it again for different shots, ok?’
Sapphira was panicking. Had he noticed her feet? She had tried hard to cover the track marks but did he know what they were?
She looked at him. He seemed not to notice anything unusual about her feet. They waited for the camera to move. ‘Sorry about my disgusting feet,’ she said arching her long foot. ‘They are covered in ant bites,’ she explained, laughing.
Jack didn’t look at her. ‘You take care of yourself Sapphira, ok?’
‘Of course, I always do, Jacky boy.’ She threw her head back again and laughed. This is what she felt the best at, luring her man in on her long line.
When her close-up had been shot, and Jack had come on set for his, she sauntered towards him. ‘Why don’t we meet tonight, Jack? I can come to your place and we can discuss characters, trade war stories, whatever …’ The open invitation hung heavily in the air.
‘I don’t think so. I don’t play with the talent.’ This was true, Jack always played with talent lower than him on the celebrity radar; he was always the racehorse and his new girlfriend was always the donkey. Of course, this wasn’t disrespectful but Jack’s ego and celebrity were too big for two stars, and Sapphira would be too huge a star to orbit. The pressure of them pairing up might bring the kind of publicity that opened closet doors and let the skeletons out, and this was the last thing Jack wanted.
‘That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You are breaking my heart, Mr Reynolds.’
‘I’m sure it will mend, Ms De Mont,’ he said, laughing.
Sapphira felt herself relax. She refused to see not seducing Jack as failure. Instead, she understood his rules. She had her own set of rules she conducted her life by; there was a part of her which respected him.
‘Thanks for being honest, I guess.’ There was something genuine and honourable about Jack; she felt she could trust him.
‘Friends?’ asked Jack.
‘I guess, I don’t really have men as friends.’
‘What? Just for breakfast?’ Jack laughed at his own joke and Sapphira joined in.
Sapphira was quiet. ‘You want to know something?’
‘Sure,’ said Jack not looking up.
‘Today is my birthday. Please don’t say anything to anyone. I just wanted you to know.’ She stared into the distance, her face expressionless.
‘I am assuming then, there won’t be a party,’ Jack said, picking up on the change in Sapphira’s mood. ‘Well, have you heard from anyone? Family? Agent, at least? They’re always good for a useless gift and a sycophantic card.’
‘My father’s dead. My mother might as well be, we haven’t spoken in about eight years. As for my agent, he will ring tomorrow no doubt, being ignorant of the time delay.’
Staring out at the crew busying themselves, a warm breeze blew over them and took Sapphira’s mood with it. ‘Doesn’t matter, age is just a state of mind anyway.’
‘Do you worry about being older?’ asked Jack.
‘Never. I suppose I think about everything I want to do and I panic, as there’s never enough time. There’s so much to learn,
‘Nope,’ said Jack. ‘I think we are good.’ He smiled at Sapphira, who responded to him with one of her million-dollar laughs.
‘Whatever you want, Jacky boy.’
‘Action.’ Called TG from off set.
Jack came through the door and saw Sapphira with her feet on the table but instead of walking around behind her he sat down at her feet, saying his lines. he started to give her foot a rub.
Sapphira stayed in character and kept her eyes shut while Jack rubbed her feet. He said his lines and she responded.
‘Cut,’ yelled TG.
Jack stood up. ‘I just felt he would rub her feet since it’s the first thing he sees when he walks into the room.’
‘Yeah fine, worked well from our angle. Let’s do it again for different shots, ok?’
Sapphira was panicking. Had he noticed her feet? She had tried hard to cover the track marks but did he know what they were?
She looked at him. He seemed not to notice anything unusual about her feet. They waited for the camera to move. ‘Sorry about my disgusting feet,’ she said arching her long foot. ‘They are covered in ant bites,’ she explained, laughing.
Jack didn’t look at her. ‘You take care of yourself Sapphira, ok?’
‘Of course, I always do, Jacky boy.’ She threw her head back again and laughed. This is what she felt the best at, luring her man in on her long line.
When her close-up had been shot, and Jack had come on set for his, she sauntered towards him. ‘Why don’t we meet tonight, Jack? I can come to your place and we can discuss characters, trade war stories, whatever …’ The open invitation hung heavily in the air.
‘I don’t think so. I don’t play with the talent.’ This was true, Jack always played with talent lower than him on the celebrity radar; he was always the racehorse and his new girlfriend was always the donkey. Of course, this wasn’t disrespectful but Jack’s ego and celebrity were too big for two stars, and Sapphira would be too huge a star to orbit. The pressure of them pairing up might bring the kind of publicity that opened closet doors and let the skeletons out, and this was the last thing Jack wanted.
‘That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. You are breaking my heart, Mr Reynolds.’
‘I’m sure it will mend, Ms De Mont,’ he said, laughing.
Sapphira felt herself relax. She refused to see not seducing Jack as failure. Instead, she understood his rules. She had her own set of rules she conducted her life by; there was a part of her which respected him.
‘Thanks for being honest, I guess.’ There was something genuine and honourable about Jack; she felt she could trust him.
‘Friends?’ asked Jack.
‘I guess, I don’t really have men as friends.’
‘What? Just for breakfast?’ Jack laughed at his own joke and Sapphira joined in.
Sapphira was quiet. ‘You want to know something?’
‘Sure,’ said Jack not looking up.
‘Today is my birthday. Please don’t say anything to anyone. I just wanted you to know.’ She stared into the distance, her face expressionless.
‘I am assuming then, there won’t be a party,’ Jack said, picking up on the change in Sapphira’s mood. ‘Well, have you heard from anyone? Family? Agent, at least? They’re always good for a useless gift and a sycophantic card.’
‘My father’s dead. My mother might as well be, we haven’t spoken in about eight years. As for my agent, he will ring tomorrow no doubt, being ignorant of the time delay.’
Staring out at the crew busying themselves, a warm breeze blew over them and took Sapphira’s mood with it. ‘Doesn’t matter, age is just a state of mind anyway.’
‘Do you worry about being older?’ asked Jack.
‘Never. I suppose I think about everything I want to do and I panic, as there’s never enough time. There’s so much to learn,
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