Thread: Hyde and Seek [ Chai & Mr Quixotic ]

RE Hyde and Seek Ariamella Mr Quixotic The casting director fell back in her seat, with the edge of her glass held to her pursed lips, and her eyes locked on Katrina. The suggestion had been subtle, and she wondered if Kat would realise that she referred to a psychiatrist. The idea had come to her in the elevator. If things continued as they were, the confrontations with the Director would likely only worsen, which could end up damaging the girls psyche, and destroying her confidence. Possibly even enough for the young actress to lose her desire to remain in the film industry. Hannah had seen it occur before to actresses with much less talent than Kat. They also had a film to complete, one which was of great importance to her friend Michael Rodriguez and his future legacy, and neither she or the Director were trained in the ways of the human mind, although Michael sometimes acted as if he were. No, Hannah thought, it'd be best for Kat to receive help from someone with no vested interested in the success of the film, or ulterior motives. There was nothing wrong with speaking to a counselor Hannah had done so herself for the past twenty years, and been assisted through two failed marriages, and a drug dependency brought about by depression. Although that was in the past, and alcohol was now Hannah's only vice, she continued her weekly visits. It was good for her mental health, and it'd good for Kat's. The actresses expression changed at the mention of her Mother, as did her tone of voice, and Hannah considered Kat's demeanour at odds with denials she spouted. That was only accentuated by the manner in which she snatched the liquor off the table, and stared into the dark amber liquid after she'd taken a drink. Her eyes no longer met Hannah's. The casting director drained the remainder of her scotch, then crossed one leg over the other, leaned forward to close the distance between them, and placed the empty vessel on the table. We all have issues with our parents, God knows I had enough of my own. Hannah's lips curled into a tight smile as the memories flashed through her mind. Her parents had been white-collar professionals, who'd constantly derided her adolescent dream of entering the film industry as foolish, and insisted she attend college to obtain a 'respectable' degree. The young woman had left home at nineteen, and at twenty married an unknown, but incredibly handsome, B-Grade movie actor, who was to be the next Tom Cruise. The marriage had ended within three months, and the last Hannah heard of Dean Walters, he lived in BumFuck, Idaho, and sold used cars. Soon after the divorce, Hannah's career had taken off, and she'd long since reconciled with her parents. Kat hadn't responded to Hannah's questions in regard to the film content, but did react immediately to the mention of Nicole. Even if Kat held concerns about the nudity and sex required, intuition told the casting director everything came back to the girls Mother, and she decided to not push the matter any further. It would only risk angering Kat, and having her reject Hannah's suggestion out of spite. However, if Nicole is not your issue, something is holding you back. It could be Michael, it may even be me, or Renier, a subconscious fear of exposing yourself and the full range of your emotions to the camera? Who knows? But I think it best you figure that out with someone not involved in the film. Hannah diverted her attention to the purse which lay beside her on the sofa, withdrew a pocket book, and thumbed through it as she continued to talk. His name is Gerald, Gerald Miller, and he keeps office at his residence in the Hills. A great reputation, worked on many major films, and with a lot of well-known actors helping them get into the mindset of their characters and such. As well as the usual stage-fright, and personal issues. We even considered engaging him full-time for Hyde and Seek, but the man charges like a wounded bull. And that was true, they had, however in the end, Michael had decided to waive the additional expense. Ah, here he is. With her index finger marking the page on which she'd found the man's number, and pocket book being waved in the air, Hannah's focus returned to Katrina. He's a good friend of the counselor I see, so busy as he is, I'm sure I'll be able to wangle an appointment for you tomorrow. We have exterior scenes to re-shoot for Hyde and Seek, which we can bring forward, and your presence won't be required for those. Don't worry, I'll speak to Michael. The production will pay, and anything you discuss with Doctor Miller will, of course, remain confidential. Just between the two of you. Hannah raised a querying eyebrow. Agreed? She hadn't really left the young actress much option.