said.
Andrea groaned silently. She hated the heavy makeup and oversprayed hair-dos, but having seen some of the video dailies with and without those, she understood the necessity.
“She looks pretty good already,” Ice said. “Just be quick about it, Zoe. I want to get this shot done.”
Pretty good? The backhanded compliment smarted. She glared through her lashes, her gaze raking over his chinos and polo shirt. Some designer brand, no doubt. Her clothes might only be top-of-the-line Walmart, but she thought she rocked today. Hot pink sweater and skinny jeans tucked into her white Durangos with the tiny blue hearts and silver grommets. Okay, the boots were designer. The only thing she splurged on, but only if they were on sale.
She followed Zoe to the ladies’ room, encouraging her to hurry, too. “And don’t go heavy-handed on me today, okay?”
“Do I ever?” Zoe gave a toss of her rainbow-hued head, causing a row of fake eyelashes to dislodge and land on her fuchsia-blushed cheek.
Andrea plucked the faux eyelashes between her finger and thumb and handed them to Zoe. “Less is more.”
“God, I so don’t agree with that. If given the choice, always choose more.”
Andrea did a silent eye roll, earning her a frown from Zoe. A few powder puffs and comb teases later, she stood near Wade in the area of the damaged wall.
The light on the camera on Flynn’s shoulder shone green, and Ice had set up klieg lights to expose the repair sight. The heat from the intense carbon bulbs had already raised the temperature in the cold room. Molly would not like that. They had to get this segment over and done with in the first run-through.
Ice slammed the clapper. “Action.”
Wade jumped, then laughed at himself and wiped his palms on his jeans. “This is like real Hollywood-y. I didn’t expect that.”
“Okay,” Ice said.
Andrea was surprised Ice hadn’t told Wade that the pilot wasn’t some home movie, but as “real Hollywood” as it got.
“Again from the top,” Ice said. “Action.” Clap!
Wade took a deep breath as though getting a hold on his nerves. He hunkered down on his haunches.
The bright lights meant for filming actually helped to visually delineate the moist plasterboard, Andrea saw. “What do you do first?”
“I’m checking the perimeters to ascertain the outermost edges of the dampness.” He patted his hand above and around the center of the damage. He pulled a tool from his belt.
“What’s that?”
“Retractable utility knife.”
“Looks like a box cutter.”
“Same thing,” he said, touching the wall again and scoring the plasterboard as he went. “I’m marking the damaged area and a wider band above the dampness.”
Andrea was vaguely aware of Flynn moving about for better angles, Ice overseeing the whole scene. She watched Wade work, fascinated and curious about the process. Her former experience in real estate hadn’t included going out to new builds or viewing houses under construction. She ran the office.
Wade said, “Next step is cutting out this section that needs to be replaced.”
Andrea nodded absently, her mind still on the past. Although she’d toyed with the idea of obtaining her real estate license a couple of times, she realized that the crazy hours the job required of Quint would be required of her, too. That gave her pause. Yes, when the market was up, she could’ve made more money than she earned running the office, but potential buyers expected realtors to be available weekends and evenings. To manage that, she’d have had to move in with her mother. She shuddered. She loved her mother to pieces, but she equally loved her independence, and besides, her mother would worry 24/7 if she and the boys lived in her house. They’d all go nuts.
Wade grunted, pulling off the piece of wallboard, then he reached into the cavity and explained, “Checking to see if the framing is wet.”
She held her breath. “How bad is it?”
“Not as bad as I
Andrea groaned silently. She hated the heavy makeup and oversprayed hair-dos, but having seen some of the video dailies with and without those, she understood the necessity.
“She looks pretty good already,” Ice said. “Just be quick about it, Zoe. I want to get this shot done.”
Pretty good? The backhanded compliment smarted. She glared through her lashes, her gaze raking over his chinos and polo shirt. Some designer brand, no doubt. Her clothes might only be top-of-the-line Walmart, but she thought she rocked today. Hot pink sweater and skinny jeans tucked into her white Durangos with the tiny blue hearts and silver grommets. Okay, the boots were designer. The only thing she splurged on, but only if they were on sale.
She followed Zoe to the ladies’ room, encouraging her to hurry, too. “And don’t go heavy-handed on me today, okay?”
“Do I ever?” Zoe gave a toss of her rainbow-hued head, causing a row of fake eyelashes to dislodge and land on her fuchsia-blushed cheek.
Andrea plucked the faux eyelashes between her finger and thumb and handed them to Zoe. “Less is more.”
“God, I so don’t agree with that. If given the choice, always choose more.”
Andrea did a silent eye roll, earning her a frown from Zoe. A few powder puffs and comb teases later, she stood near Wade in the area of the damaged wall.
The light on the camera on Flynn’s shoulder shone green, and Ice had set up klieg lights to expose the repair sight. The heat from the intense carbon bulbs had already raised the temperature in the cold room. Molly would not like that. They had to get this segment over and done with in the first run-through.
Ice slammed the clapper. “Action.”
Wade jumped, then laughed at himself and wiped his palms on his jeans. “This is like real Hollywood-y. I didn’t expect that.”
“Okay,” Ice said.
Andrea was surprised Ice hadn’t told Wade that the pilot wasn’t some home movie, but as “real Hollywood” as it got.
“Again from the top,” Ice said. “Action.” Clap!
Wade took a deep breath as though getting a hold on his nerves. He hunkered down on his haunches.
The bright lights meant for filming actually helped to visually delineate the moist plasterboard, Andrea saw. “What do you do first?”
“I’m checking the perimeters to ascertain the outermost edges of the dampness.” He patted his hand above and around the center of the damage. He pulled a tool from his belt.
“What’s that?”
“Retractable utility knife.”
“Looks like a box cutter.”
“Same thing,” he said, touching the wall again and scoring the plasterboard as he went. “I’m marking the damaged area and a wider band above the dampness.”
Andrea was vaguely aware of Flynn moving about for better angles, Ice overseeing the whole scene. She watched Wade work, fascinated and curious about the process. Her former experience in real estate hadn’t included going out to new builds or viewing houses under construction. She ran the office.
Wade said, “Next step is cutting out this section that needs to be replaced.”
Andrea nodded absently, her mind still on the past. Although she’d toyed with the idea of obtaining her real estate license a couple of times, she realized that the crazy hours the job required of Quint would be required of her, too. That gave her pause. Yes, when the market was up, she could’ve made more money than she earned running the office, but potential buyers expected realtors to be available weekends and evenings. To manage that, she’d have had to move in with her mother. She shuddered. She loved her mother to pieces, but she equally loved her independence, and besides, her mother would worry 24/7 if she and the boys lived in her house. They’d all go nuts.
Wade grunted, pulling off the piece of wallboard, then he reached into the cavity and explained, “Checking to see if the framing is wet.”
She held her breath. “How bad is it?”
“Not as bad as I
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