Chapter 163: I love you

"Why aren't you eating???" I walked over to her and of course, noticed the hostile stares everyone gave me but I didn't care. It was as if she was the queen and whatever she said, like ants the rest just blindly followed.

"It's fine...." she replied.

"Oh really. So be it then....."

"But wait. Isn't it too much???" her assistant asked, making Shanice raise her nose as she added some highlighter.

"What is?" I pushed my hair back to listen to her. "Oh...in case you're afraid you'll get fat, don't be. It's fat free....safe for anorexics too...."

"Please, Miss Eleanor....The main actress is staying still, and the supporting is acting out...How childish...." another of the crew added and they all wore faces that showed nothing but how ridiculous they all were.

"Are you perhaps trying to win votes with food.??" Shanice joined in and made them all laugh at me, managing to get everyone's attention.

I noticed how embarrassing this was for me but I decided to use it to my own advantage. I laughed back before standing firm and turning to the mastermind. The she devil. Shanice and her assistant

"You might not know this because it's your first time....but do you want to know how to REALLY make her into the main actress...she so wishes to be??"

"What???" Shanice jumped in, displeased.

"Just because she has more lines doesn't mean she's the main.... Loosen up .... If you're that anxious, everyone can tell...."

"Eleanor!!!" she hissed but I raised my hand at her.

"Let's be honest here, You're not for the job that's why you're focusing on fighting with me instead of perfecting your stands so you're nervous to the core because am better than you in anyway. Even your boyfriend didn't think you're good enough for it only needing me to make you and out you on the spotlight you're on so hunny, you're on my turf. The spotlight you're so proud of is mine and remember I can get it back with just the snap of my fingers...beware how you talk to me...."

"You witch!!!!" Shanice almost jumped on me but her assistants quickly grabbed her, sitting her to the chair.

"Excuse me...." I summoned my make up artist who came running the moment he heard me.

"Yes ma'am?"

"I hope you don't mind but her make up is flaking....do you mind re-doing it??? If she's gonna be in a scene with me, she has to match up to my standards..." Seeing through my insult, he laughed with me and walked over to Shanice's table and didn't hesitate to start her make up again.

"And please...do use my original products...." I added turning to leave. "Who knows...this might be the first and last time she gets to use such expensive things...."

With that, I knew I'd set a fire strong enough to burn her ego.

If she was going to throw hands at me, I was going to make her understand very well that am good at returning favours.

That afternoon, following our lash out at lunch, Shanice and I managed to agree on one thing, allowing the director to start shooting Greg and Lindy's love scenes.

I was still high on bringing her down and if I was to act then, I'd tear the entire place down.

Fortunately for me, Breenan was smarter than I thought and decided to turn the tables on us.

With the help of fellow directors and the writer of the movie, they came to a consensus on begining with the lovers.

"Am sorry you won't be seeing my scenes today...." I whispered to Ambrose and he smiled.

"No sweat princess.....Am all good. I can come another time I want...." he poked my side jokingly and I laughed.

For the next couple of hours, we witnessed the love scene between Lindy and Greg which seemed to not be going very well as the director kept staling the shoot and yelling at either of them, mostly Shanice!

"Shanice....we want a look of love...." one of the directors added. "Are you in love???"

"What? No!" she replied quickly staring at me.

I wiggled my eyebrows and only sipped my green juice and gave her a Peace sign from my two fingers.

I could tell how she wished to come and rip my throat out but she had no chance.

"Okay...." the director looked at her,all confused. "I didn't mean to offend you or something but I just wanted to ask you to look at your partner here the way you look at your boyfriend. I know we're just acting here, but we want the emotional part of it to be real...."

"Yeah, yeah I got it...." she nodded drinking some water and going back into scene.

"Bring in the love coaches...." the assistant director added. "We'll stay in this scene for longer than we intended....." He threw the script down and I could see the look of pain flash on Shanice' face.

If they were to bring in the love-coaches it would mean her acting isn't good enough on her own and needs boosting each time which is never good publicity for a growing actress.

"No! Don't...She can do it. I know it...." I added while standing up. "Come on...." I dragged Ambrose with me and we went into the scene.

"Watch and learn....." I winked at her and as usual, she shrugged and and popped her tongue out at me.

"What are you doing Eleanor....??" Ambrose asked.

"Yeah...what are you doing???" The assistant director asked me, seeming frustrated.

"Let's just say I have this ability to recognise a soul in distress...." I replied turning to Ambrose. "I just want to show that Shanice doesn't need a love coach!"

"And...am involved how??"

"We are going to act, show her how it's supposed to be done....."

"Wha-- " he chuckled before coming close to me. "I don't act anymore....."

"But you're a song writer...you've written love songs before...." I insisted, taking off my coat and taking my hair ribbon off. I signalled the director, Brenaan, to count it down for us and he began.

"That was along time ago....I don't do that anymore....Eleanor!" he screamed but it was too late. Brenaan had already said action and we had to start.

"Have you ever been in love???" I asked, flattering my eyelashes at him. He stopped for a moment, looking at me, studying me, seeming amused by me. I nodded slowly and discreetly signalling him to act along.

"I....I can't surely say so...but I've experienced love before...." he loosened his tie, took his jacket off and made his way toward me.

I smiled at him and he smiled back. I turned around, feeling shy but he hugged me from the back, spinning me around to look at him.

My arms landed around his neck and I loved running my hands in his soft hair.

I gasped when I felt his strong arm around my waist and I closed my eyes, bitting the edge of my lower lip.

"What--what was it like when you experienced...love.....???" I asked, my heart racing nervously. Suddenly, he loosened his grip on me and slowly walked to sit on the chair.

"Painful....am afraid...." he looked at me and I could see the tears in his eyes.

"Perfect....." I heard one of the directors say and I smiled.

I walked over to Ambrose and bent down, resting my hands on his knee, looking up at him. I raised my hand and with my thumb, wiped a tear that was making its way through his cheek.

"Am sorry....." I said but smiled. "If you let me...I'll help stitch those broken pieces back...." I raised my eyebrows as a firm gesture of assurance. He smiled and nodded, not forgetting to nod as a response to my request.

"Yess....yes...." another of the spectators murmur.

I looked at Ambrose and he nodded, bringing my hand to his palm, kissing the inside of it. Together we stood up and shared an embrace before he tore us apart and looked me in the eye.

"I love you ....." his voice sounded so real and I loved that it did.

"I love you...." I looked back at him and noticed how his head slowly bent towards mine. I quickly parted my lips and closed my eyes until I could feel his breath against mine before the director screamed cut!!