"Before" [2]

(Kyle)

This script is full of shit.

It’s a chick flick.

It’s for people who have nothing to do but whine over the eighteen-hundreds and daydream about masquerade balls and unrealistic love stories.

Okay. Maybe this love story isn’t all that perfect or unrealistic –but it’s still such a cheesy tale.

How did I get roped into something as cliché as this?

“You’re saying that too aggressively,” Malory tells me. “Think of it this way. Angus is this really cool, laid back guy who has no responsibilities. He’s just chilling at a bar with his mask looking all cool and shit when these guys randomly start talking about how he owes them money. He’s trying to calm them down. It’s not ‘MEN! Such ANGER!’ It’s more like a chill ‘tsk, tsk, tsk, Men... such anger. What use is it to be enraged by such a matter as money? It’s unfathomable –the lack of trust in people when they become acquainted with me...’ Get it?”

“I think so,” I say, squinting.

This is painful.

Not being able to let you know how well I can act is so frustrating.

I try the line again.

After about half an hour of reading, I finally give up and decide to prove I understand how to say some Angus’ line almost perfectly. Pretending to be shit at acting is annoying as fuck –even for me.

I can almost see the grey hairs growing out of Malory’s scalp as she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration and anguish trying to deal with my ‘lack of acting skills’.

“I need something to drink,” she says. “Do you want something? I think I’ll grab a snack, too.”

“Actually,” I say, raising my brow, “I’d love something to drink. This whole ‘drunk Angus’ concept is making me thirsty.”

“Water, Coke, Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Apple Juice, Tea, Iced Te-”

“-Pepsi’s fine,” I say.

“Unhealthy bastard,” she mumbles.

“Why do you have Pepsi if you think it’s unhealthy?” I ask.

“My mom likes it,” she says, grimacing. “I prefer tea.”