marking the first time my shoulders weren’t tensed up to my ears since I had landed in Miami. “I have to know—does Daisy parade around set half-naked?”
Vaughn looked at me, horrified. “What? Ew, no. We would never let that happen, it’s a family network.”
I was pleased that the thought of Daisy barely clothed earned an “ew, no.” This guy was all right. “I swear to God, I’ve had more contact with her breasts in the last few days than my own,” I exclaimed.
Vaughn’s head whipped back toward me. “Excuse me?”
“Hugging,” I added. “She keeps hugging me in weirdly tiny bikini tops. . . . That’s what I meant.”
“Right.” He chuckled.
Daisy walked onstage, fully made-up but still in her cutoffs. She approached the microphone and said sweetly, “I’m ready for sound check whenever y’all are.”
I nodded toward her clear state of undress. “See, I told you. Imagine those things bouncing toward you every couple of hours.”
Vaughn shook his head. “You’re the envy of seventy percent of men in America.” From the stage, we could hear Daisy quietly singing scales. “Listen, do you want to get out of here? As much as I’d love to hear ‘Date Night’ for the millionth time, my work here is pretty much done. We can grab a drink and have an actual conversation.”
“Sure.” I nodded, suddenly desperate to get away from this place. “Sounds like a plan.”
CHAPTER 7
Sometimes you look at gossip sites and think, When did those two start dating? It seems like all of our relationships, romantic or friendship, move at the speed of light. And you’d be right. We don’t work with people for a few hours a day and go home to our friends and family. Working on a film set is a family, and you see those people a whole lot more than the ones you’re related to.
We’re up before the sun to get ready for work, and we’re usually together long after the sun sets. A typical day can run fourteen or fifteen hours and you can have all three meals with your cast and crew. So when it seems like two people are suddenly thick as thieves, it’s because they’ve spent so much time together. Think about it this way—if you go out on five dates with a guy, you’ve spent far less time with him than I would with a guy I work with, just over the course of one week. It’s called compressed time.
V aughn drove to the Titanic Brewery, a cute little restaurant and bar just a few minutes from the beach. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was bad luck to name an establishment—so close to a major port—after the Titanic . On the way, we chatted about Daisy’s career and her strange habits and stranger family. I learned that despite being the star of the show, Daisy couldn’t make any set call time before 11:00 A.M. and how if she didn’t have the very last line in eachepisode, she ad-libbed one. Badly. I found out more in ten minutes than during the last twenty hours.
“Are you hungry?” Vaughn asked as we were seated in a back corner.
“I had a burger about two hours ago,” I told him. “Though I wish I was hungry. . . . I have a feeling I won’t get many judgment-free meals on this trip.”
Vaughn snorted. “Let me guess . . . the queen of tomatoes and onions doesn’t approve of solid foods?”
“It’s apparently very 2004 of me to eat beef.”
He flagged down the waitress, smiling a little to himself. “Come on, it’s totally hot when girls eat.”
“You should become a life coach and preach this to all of the emaciated girl-children in Hollywood,” I told him.
“Does life coaching come with dental? I’m told I grind my teeth. It’s a very expensive problem.”
Our cute, blond waitress stepped up to the table, offering a smile to both of us. “Hi, my name is Danielle, and I’ll be your server today.” After looking at me, she did a double take, her eyes going wide.
“Is everything okay?” Vaughn asked.
Danielle nodded, never taking her eyes off me.
Vaughn looked at me, horrified. “What? Ew, no. We would never let that happen, it’s a family network.”
I was pleased that the thought of Daisy barely clothed earned an “ew, no.” This guy was all right. “I swear to God, I’ve had more contact with her breasts in the last few days than my own,” I exclaimed.
Vaughn’s head whipped back toward me. “Excuse me?”
“Hugging,” I added. “She keeps hugging me in weirdly tiny bikini tops. . . . That’s what I meant.”
“Right.” He chuckled.
Daisy walked onstage, fully made-up but still in her cutoffs. She approached the microphone and said sweetly, “I’m ready for sound check whenever y’all are.”
I nodded toward her clear state of undress. “See, I told you. Imagine those things bouncing toward you every couple of hours.”
Vaughn shook his head. “You’re the envy of seventy percent of men in America.” From the stage, we could hear Daisy quietly singing scales. “Listen, do you want to get out of here? As much as I’d love to hear ‘Date Night’ for the millionth time, my work here is pretty much done. We can grab a drink and have an actual conversation.”
“Sure.” I nodded, suddenly desperate to get away from this place. “Sounds like a plan.”
CHAPTER 7
Sometimes you look at gossip sites and think, When did those two start dating? It seems like all of our relationships, romantic or friendship, move at the speed of light. And you’d be right. We don’t work with people for a few hours a day and go home to our friends and family. Working on a film set is a family, and you see those people a whole lot more than the ones you’re related to.
We’re up before the sun to get ready for work, and we’re usually together long after the sun sets. A typical day can run fourteen or fifteen hours and you can have all three meals with your cast and crew. So when it seems like two people are suddenly thick as thieves, it’s because they’ve spent so much time together. Think about it this way—if you go out on five dates with a guy, you’ve spent far less time with him than I would with a guy I work with, just over the course of one week. It’s called compressed time.
V aughn drove to the Titanic Brewery, a cute little restaurant and bar just a few minutes from the beach. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was bad luck to name an establishment—so close to a major port—after the Titanic . On the way, we chatted about Daisy’s career and her strange habits and stranger family. I learned that despite being the star of the show, Daisy couldn’t make any set call time before 11:00 A.M. and how if she didn’t have the very last line in eachepisode, she ad-libbed one. Badly. I found out more in ten minutes than during the last twenty hours.
“Are you hungry?” Vaughn asked as we were seated in a back corner.
“I had a burger about two hours ago,” I told him. “Though I wish I was hungry. . . . I have a feeling I won’t get many judgment-free meals on this trip.”
Vaughn snorted. “Let me guess . . . the queen of tomatoes and onions doesn’t approve of solid foods?”
“It’s apparently very 2004 of me to eat beef.”
He flagged down the waitress, smiling a little to himself. “Come on, it’s totally hot when girls eat.”
“You should become a life coach and preach this to all of the emaciated girl-children in Hollywood,” I told him.
“Does life coaching come with dental? I’m told I grind my teeth. It’s a very expensive problem.”
Our cute, blond waitress stepped up to the table, offering a smile to both of us. “Hi, my name is Danielle, and I’ll be your server today.” After looking at me, she did a double take, her eyes going wide.
“Is everything okay?” Vaughn asked.
Danielle nodded, never taking her eyes off me.
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