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Tantalising, teasing, tormenting, the agony of waiting
He dipped his head slightly
She extended her neck,
Losing herself in his green eyes
The wait was excruciating …..
‘CUT! CUT! CUT! What on earth are you two doing. If I wanted slo-mo I would use the camera. I said ‘hesitant’ not waiting for the apocalypse. Esme, you should learn how to take direction. As for you Marty, you are the more experienced actor, you should know better.
Oh, not the waterworks, Esme. Give me breath!’
With a big sigh, heard throughout the set, Adrian called a ten-minute break. Esmé walked off the set, trying not to scurry, keeping her head high before the tears began to fall unbidden down her cheeks.
She found a bench to sit on, started breathing slowly and deeply, eyes closed, fingertips touching each other, trying to ground herself and find her balance again.
‘We can’t have this, ducks, now can we?’ Nico sat beside her, his make-up brushes in his case, ready to touch up the beautiful, although rather tearful and sad face, before him.
‘Don’t take it so much to heart sweetness, his bark is worse than his bite. You have that indefinable quality that can’t be taught, when you see it through the eye of the camera – the box office will go crazy with this film.’
‘Oh, Nico, I’m not sure I can do this. I look into his emerald eyes and lose myself. I think I have a major crush on the leading man. How can I act as his love interest when I think I may be falling for him?’
‘I can’t answer that, ducks, just go with the flow. You’ve got this. Now, let me just repair the damage you’ve done.’
Nico smiled encouragingly at Esmé, receiving a brave, watery smile back.
Marty followed Esmé but stopped when she sat on the bench. He peered round a marble column and saw Nico sit down next to her. He wasn't really eavesdropping, he just wanted to make sure she was alright. Esmé was so naïve, she exuded an innocent quality that he hoped she wouldn’t lose as she made her way in the cut throat industry of acting. Little hope of that in this day and age. He agreed with Nico, she had that indefinable star quality about her. Knowing she was in good hands he made his way back to the refreshment table.
Adrian poured himself a strong, black coffee. For the love of all that was holy, he needed the caffeine intake. He knew directing a newbie would be difficult but she had to toughen up if she was going to get anywhere. He knew star quality when he saw it and the sparks that flew between the leading man and the leading lady could lead to sequels, if they didn’t spoil it by doing something stupid and falling in love with each other.
Several months later, Adrian almost threw his laptop across the room but contained himself just in time. That’s all he needed to read in the gossip columns. Esmé and Marty had, apparently, fallen in love on the set of his new film, which by-the-way, was a box office hit. Now though, a sequel was due to be made but with the leading man and lady ‘in love’ or more than likely ‘in lust’ he wasn’t sure how to go about directing them. They probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway, couples never did. He couldn’t see it lasting, they had too much going against them.
The following year the sequel was another box office hit – it became a rush job when Esmé’s pregnancy began to show. The large, sparkling diamond on her finger offered a promise that didn’t come to fruition. Marty became a troubled soul, sinking into depression not helped by drugs and alcohol. Esmé tried to get him help. In the end she let him go, to preserve her dignity and the health of her baby, she fled home to her family.
She remembered that first kiss, locked it away in her heart and brought her daughter up in the small English village, happy in their seclusion from the big, bad world of hype and failed hopes. Eventually she found true love – the schoolfriend who had waited for her all these years.
He looked so handsome, suave and sophisticated, diplomatic and brave
Her heart skipped several beats; her tummy somersaulted as she smelt his aftershave
He espied her, smiled, stepped forward, catching her eye, she was frozen, a statue
Forgotten feelings, emotions assailed her, as she recognised Andrew.
He took her hand, pulled her into his body, cheek against cheek
She remembered, she felt, she forgave, felt free, felt so weak
There was nothing she could do as she returned his tight embrace
She whispered to him, her voice filled with love, lightness and grace.
The steps came back to her automatically as he held her firmly
His hand in the middle of her back, fingers splayed lightly
She turned her head, first this way and then opposite
Bubbling tentacles of joy reaching up from her heart
He guided her gently towards the open French doors
The strains of the orchestra dimming as they left the dance floor
The moonlight sparkled over the veranda traversing the lake
They stopped, caught their breath, did a double take
She started to say something he hushed her with his finger tips
The lightest of touches, brushing her scarlet painted lips
She gazed into his bright blue eyes, crinkling at the edges
Again, she inhaled his cologne, a sexy, masculine fragrance
Their lips joined, melded together, sweet like nectar
He’d waited so long to taste her, wanted to savour
This moment in time was theirs alone
He held her tight, releasing a guttural groan.
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