Thread: Hyde and Seek [ Chai & Mr Quixotic ]

RE Hyde and Seek Ariamella Mr Quixotic What do you mean, he fired you and you just walked away ? Scooter Myles's voice came through the speaker, clearly agitated and annoyed at the phone call. Kat suspected she had interrupted her manager's personal time, which often consisted of an evening massage while he looked over the next day's schedule. What I mean is, I was dismissed from set and so I left, she explained for the fourth or fifth time. Hence why I'm calling you about the need to find other projects. Wasn't there that one comedy-drama...? I could pick that up. And if anything, I've been getting pressure to venture into music because of Wicked . It'll be risk, but I don't think it'd be so bad. Ouch. Her options were limited, and she knew the other film wouldn't pay as much as Hyde and Seek. If she wanted to, she could have gone into music from the start of her career, but it never interested her as much as acting did. Her options were really limited. No, no, no, NO. I really don't care if you were dismissed or not. You should have been begging Michael Rodriguez to keep you. You're not the only one this decision affects. Some of us have to find a way to eat, you know. Kat almost smiled. Scooter had the tendency to exaggerate, especially when he was upset, and seeing as his agent's income came from a percentage of hers, as well as couple other young actors and actresses, she was tempted to remind him that he easily made 500,000 off her alone within the past year. Movies, commercials, the occasional photo shoot here and there... He was good at his job, and he genuinely cared for her career despite being a little money hungry. Scooter, we'll figure something out. I promise. It's just a minor setback, but we'll push through. It was a large setback, but optimism was often her drug of choice during the hard times. Kat, I negotiated an 8 million dollar contract for you. For this movie. If you quit, that says something about me, as an agent. You're not quitting. Convince him to keep you, any way possible. If he still doesn't want you, we'll go from there, but this is the end of our discussion. A second later the line went dead, and Katrina set her iPhone in her lap, taking some time to massage her temples. Scooter's reaction had been more or less the same as her publicist and mother, all telling her to get her act together and finish out the contract. Dear mother had been especially harsh, berating her for letting anger get the best of her, and for causing the issue in the first place by not being able to act correctly. Or at least, to Michael's desires. The words still echoed in her ears, long after their conversation was over. Did I raise you to be stupid? What's wrong with you? Go and apologize to the director and ask him for your job back. If it hadn't been for your mistakes, you wouldn't be in this mess anyway. I wouldn't have made such a mistake. Had it been me, I would have showed him exactly why he cast me in the first place. You need this, Katrina. I don't want anymore disappointments, especially following last season's Academy Awards failure . . . Trying isn't good enough. You either do it or don't. If I had the discipline at your age to discern between the two, I'm sure you can find it somewhere in that head of yours... Don't you dare cry to me. You got yourself in this shit-hole, so now you get yourself out. At the time, Katrina wanted to cry, but now, as she sat with her head in her hands, she knew that crying would only be another source of unneeded exhaustion. Right now, she would need to think of a plan to get back on Michael Rodriguez's good side, and she doubted she could butter him up with her bright smile and natural flattery that often worked with other directors. How did one even beg for a job back anyway? Was she supposed to waltz in and proclaim her stupidity, all the while getting down on her knees to praise his directing genius? Or maybe a simple apology would suffice, with teary eyes and a promise to put a hundred and ten percent into the film. She shook her head it was an odd concept to be apologizing for a lack of ability... this would be her first, and hopefully last, time doing something like this. Well, there was no sense in dwelling on all the possible ways she could mess up an apology, so she stood and stretched her tired limbs, beginning the walk back to the set. If she was lucky, Michael would still be there. Kitty-Kat. Kat! Renier's voice drifted over the light hum of conversation in the corridor, and she looked up to see him striding towards her. He wore the same half-smirk that he always did, and he jabbed a finger in her direction. Are you deaf? Rodriguez has been calling for you, and I think you better get over there before he renders all our eardrums broken. The man can yell like a motherfu.... The expletive faded off his tongue and his voice lowered to a mutter as he wandered away, leaving her own eyes to drift through the dissipating crowd in search for the tall director. Finally she heard his booming scream before she spotted him, and relief flooded her chest. Yes? Katrina shuffled over as fast as her heels would allow, almost cursing as she stumbled on her way over. I would have been here sooner, but I was in a phone call with Myles -- you know how he can be. Anyway, you were calling for me? If this about my behavior earlier, I completely understand, and you have my most sincere apologies. I shouldn't have disrespected you like that, and if you'll have me, I'd like to continue working on Hyde and Seek. I know apologies don't really mean much coming from someone who's given you failure time after time, but I'd love to know if there was any way we could work this out... The girl was rambling at this point, everything just rushing out in a blur of sounds, but Michael wasn't responding. Why wasn't he responding? Awkward. Is that alright or...?