"I've been waiting for this my entire life," the man chuckled.
"Wh-wha?" She replied, as the cold barrel of the gun was placed against her temple. "Hugo....what's going on?"
"Our...Relationship, has been good wouldn't you agree?" he chuckles. "And now...now..." He pauses, and she's wondering if he's trying to scare her even more. The man removes the gun and rubs his head, "Line?" he says half heartedly.
"CUT!" the director shouts, and the cameras stop rolling and the boom mics are removed from the set. "Tale five everyone, Jeremy needs a minute to look over the script...AGAIN!" the director storms off the set from his tiny chair, and whips his tiny scarf around his neck as he walks out into the cold Scottish air.
"Final scene Jeremy, come on man," Francine says, her southern american accent returning. "Ya'll gotta work on that memory.
"I-I know, I just was thinking-" Jeremy says but Francine cuts him off.
"That's the problem!" she shouts, standing up from her prone position. "You ain't gotta think, you gotta act, and just do what feels like the right thing."
Jeremy was a hopeful actor from a small town in the Berkshires of Massachusetts, and found his talent during a local production of "The Tempest" and never looked back. On the stage he was a master, on a movie set...well he'd never done a movie before, and here he was playing the lead antagonist opposite Francine Reynolds, a very prominent actress who was most notable for her work in the recent award winning film "The Box Man". Jeremy wasn't a bad actor, his scenes had been decent, some even good, but this was the last scene of this film, the pivotal where his character tries to kill Francine's character, and succumbs to his own internal madness and falls out the window of the burning building they're in after catching on fire. He, of course, wouldn't be doing the catching on fire, or the falling, that was the work of his stunt man Paulo. The film was entitled "The Edge of a Knife", and was marketed as a realistic thriller where Francine's character, Scottish widow Patsy Donnel, falls for a man from America, who turns out to be a mad man on the run. You can guess the plot twists and turns as they are quite obvious and neither leading actor was feeling very confident that this film would boost their career, and only pay the bills on their respective houses, and maybe a little more to line their pockets. 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwp42xTlVgQ
The director returns to the set, a small cottage built in the Scottish countryside, from his trailer and adjusts his berea. Jeremy had never seen a director wear one, but this man was probably the most cliche looking Hollywood director he'd ever seen. Short, tight clothes, avant-garde attitude for the most mundane things, and generally a egomaniac with a short temper.
"Let's do this again," the director sighed. "Everyone get ready!" The lights went on, and the cameras begin to roll. Jeremy got in position, looking over Francine who was on the ground, ad he began to feel himself become the character Hugo Mariner as the tension rose to do this scene right this time. He felt the weight of the prop gun in his hands, the proper weight for a prop, and his tattered costume ripped and smeared with fake blood and burns for the scene.
"Action!" the director called. The false fire burned in the building where the CGI fire would be placed. The room was silent, save for the humming of the lights and the whirring of the cameras.
"Hugo?" Francine says in a now Scottish accent, inhabiting the role of Patsy. "Hugo what's going on?"
Jeremy feels the set dissolve around him as he remembers the script and thinks of his days pretending to be superman as a child, pretending to be brave when his father left him and his mother, pretending all his life. He grips the prop gun tight in his hand. "You...hehehe...weren't supposed to see this," Prop bodies were strewn about the false burning building. "We...would have been so happy, oh so happy Patsy...hehehehehHAHAHAHA." He throws his back and head back as he laughs a deep guttural laugh that trails off into a crackling fire burning wood and splintering it with heat. "I...was a fool to think that I wouldn't love you, everything I wished I had. A simple life, in a simple town,in a simple country. BUT THAT'S NOT FATE IS IT? HAHAHAHA" he turns and points the gun at Francine. Tears streaming down his face.
Jeremy can hear the director mumbling something about the script, but he doesn't care, he's doing what he needs to. "Hugo..." Francine cries. "No...Hugo its wasn't you who..."
"Yes," Jeremy says somberly, still pointing the gun but walking closer. "These men came after me, and...I didn't think you'd be home so soon Patsy...hehehe...I would have spruced up the place." He's crying harder, and it makes the character look even better. To Jeremy, he's on a stage, and the audience is silent, and he's naked as the day he was born holding the gun up to a man he wished was his father. 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCnbnevWQd
"But that's not fate is it? It's life, and life is cruel to the mad and the downtrodden like us, does it...does it even care about those who love? Even the mad?" He drops his arm. The script tells him now to go after her and pin her to the ground and say those lines that he finds so boring and he's said a million times. He places the gun against his own temple. "I've been waiting for this my entire life." 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjLrzvc4W0d
Francine seems to be completely in the role, and someone has pulled the director from the room, the executive producer has taken his place. "Hugo!" Francine says, "I don't care...We can get you help we can-"524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZiOUPUuu3Y
"Our relationship has been good hasn't it?" Jeremy says shaking and laughing. "I thought so...you were the kind of woman anyone, even someone as crazy as me, could fall for." Jeremy says stepping back into the false fire and shuttering as if he was actually catching on fire. "This is what I was waiting for...Patsy...I was waiting..." he closes his eyes and screams and pulls the trigger, and falling through the window and onto the cushion on the other site along with false glass. He hears Francine scream and cry, and the Executive Producer yell 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjSHCqjvA2
Cut! and the whole set erupts in applause. 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡybf2nvzTO5
The movie is released the following year, no awards are given for the newly described Romanto-Thriller. Jeremy now has roles in much better films, and a therapist, and life is looking up for him. But he will always remember his first time in a movie.
"So tell us about that scene," an interviewer asked him at the premiere of the newly named "The Edge".
"What scene, I did a lot of them," Jeremy laughs, tugging at the tight collar of his tuxedo shirt.
"THE SCENE, as People magazine called it, where you went off script and off the walls, an insider tells us the director had to be taken off set?" the interviewer asks.
"Oh, well..." Jeremy looks at the Camera. "I guess you'll have to watch the movie." he chuckles and thanks the interviewer and walks into the theater.
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