specifications."
I stared at him, wanting to scream something about how I was trying to not be regular old Angie. I was trying something new. Didn’t I deserve a little credit for that?
He stared back at me, seeming as if he was waiting for an explanation. There was nothing more to it.
"You're all done," the makeup artist said to me. "Now it's the guys' turn."
I took a few photos while Nigel, Terence, and Reggie met with Liam. Gigi was my assistant, insofar as she would hand me my camera bag when I decided to switch lenses or needed to reload film. Graham and Chris soon joined the meeting of the minds.
"When does it get exciting?" Gigi whispered to me.
"Just wait until they start playing the song over and over again through the speakers. Then you'll really be bored." Of course, this was a slightly more elaborate set-up than the previous video shoots I'd been to. There was food, there were places to sit. There was even a loo. For the band's first video shoot, which was directed by a few art school students from Stourbridge, there hadn't been a bathroom with a door. Ah, the glamourous life of rock 'n' roll.
Liam waved us over. "Angie and Gigi, you're going to be sitting on the front edge of the stage while the band plays. For a few takes, I'll ask you to act very bored with the whole thing. The guys. The music. Everything."
"In what world is that a good idea?" Graham asked. "The girls acting as if we're boring?"
"You're winning them over, Graham. That's the theme we're going for here. Don't worry. You get the girl in the end."
"So this is a fictional account of my life," Graham quipped.
Good God he was in a wretched mood. Maybe he was finally too far gone, too far out of reach. He'd done too much and I'd insisted on too much perfection. Whatever we’d untangled over the last few days felt as if it was right back where we started.
"Then we'll do several takes where it's very clear that you are completely enamored of your particular favorite bandmate," Liam said.
"Favorite bandmate?" I asked.
He nodded and eyed me in a way that made me a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah. Angie, I have you with Graham and Gigi, you're with Christopher. Then we'll shoot the more romantic stuff between each couple back in the alley behind the building, including a kiss."
The alley? A kiss? This was why I planned things. I wasn't sure what I'd expected, or even what I'd hoped for, but I knew one thing—kissing Graham wasn’t going to help me see a way for us to be together.
Chapter Fifteen
G raham
Now that Terence had just been informed that his new girlfriend would be kissing Chris, he was more irate than I’d ever seen him.
"Hold on a minute, I'm supposed to sit by and let Christopher Bloody Penman kiss my girlfriend?" Terence asked, his voice straining. "I don't care if they're supposed to be acting. I'll never get her back."
Gigi rushed over to Terence's side and looped her arm in his. "Don't say that. It'll be fine. I can be a professional about it. I swear."
Under any other circumstances, I'd probably be having a good laugh over this one. Terence wasn't wrong. He might not get his girlfriend back. The thing was, I was too fixated on wanting my own back. My real one. Angie.
I shouldn't have gotten angry with her when I'd arrived. I was already regretting that. But why did she have to be so stubborn about her job when it came to me, and the second some hot-shot video director took a liking to her, she cast everything aside? Why was she so willing to give the rest of the world a break, but I had to be bloody perfect? It wasn't fair. And that was what made me angry.
At least I was going to get a goodbye kiss. I hadn't even had that to count on an hour ago.
The band set up on stage with our equipment and the girls took their places, Angie sitting at my feet. She didn't seem horribly pleased by the prospect, but she did it anyway. We took several takes, but I just couldn't get into it. All I could think about was how wrong
I stared at him, wanting to scream something about how I was trying to not be regular old Angie. I was trying something new. Didn’t I deserve a little credit for that?
He stared back at me, seeming as if he was waiting for an explanation. There was nothing more to it.
"You're all done," the makeup artist said to me. "Now it's the guys' turn."
I took a few photos while Nigel, Terence, and Reggie met with Liam. Gigi was my assistant, insofar as she would hand me my camera bag when I decided to switch lenses or needed to reload film. Graham and Chris soon joined the meeting of the minds.
"When does it get exciting?" Gigi whispered to me.
"Just wait until they start playing the song over and over again through the speakers. Then you'll really be bored." Of course, this was a slightly more elaborate set-up than the previous video shoots I'd been to. There was food, there were places to sit. There was even a loo. For the band's first video shoot, which was directed by a few art school students from Stourbridge, there hadn't been a bathroom with a door. Ah, the glamourous life of rock 'n' roll.
Liam waved us over. "Angie and Gigi, you're going to be sitting on the front edge of the stage while the band plays. For a few takes, I'll ask you to act very bored with the whole thing. The guys. The music. Everything."
"In what world is that a good idea?" Graham asked. "The girls acting as if we're boring?"
"You're winning them over, Graham. That's the theme we're going for here. Don't worry. You get the girl in the end."
"So this is a fictional account of my life," Graham quipped.
Good God he was in a wretched mood. Maybe he was finally too far gone, too far out of reach. He'd done too much and I'd insisted on too much perfection. Whatever we’d untangled over the last few days felt as if it was right back where we started.
"Then we'll do several takes where it's very clear that you are completely enamored of your particular favorite bandmate," Liam said.
"Favorite bandmate?" I asked.
He nodded and eyed me in a way that made me a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah. Angie, I have you with Graham and Gigi, you're with Christopher. Then we'll shoot the more romantic stuff between each couple back in the alley behind the building, including a kiss."
The alley? A kiss? This was why I planned things. I wasn't sure what I'd expected, or even what I'd hoped for, but I knew one thing—kissing Graham wasn’t going to help me see a way for us to be together.
Chapter Fifteen
G raham
Now that Terence had just been informed that his new girlfriend would be kissing Chris, he was more irate than I’d ever seen him.
"Hold on a minute, I'm supposed to sit by and let Christopher Bloody Penman kiss my girlfriend?" Terence asked, his voice straining. "I don't care if they're supposed to be acting. I'll never get her back."
Gigi rushed over to Terence's side and looped her arm in his. "Don't say that. It'll be fine. I can be a professional about it. I swear."
Under any other circumstances, I'd probably be having a good laugh over this one. Terence wasn't wrong. He might not get his girlfriend back. The thing was, I was too fixated on wanting my own back. My real one. Angie.
I shouldn't have gotten angry with her when I'd arrived. I was already regretting that. But why did she have to be so stubborn about her job when it came to me, and the second some hot-shot video director took a liking to her, she cast everything aside? Why was she so willing to give the rest of the world a break, but I had to be bloody perfect? It wasn't fair. And that was what made me angry.
At least I was going to get a goodbye kiss. I hadn't even had that to count on an hour ago.
The band set up on stage with our equipment and the girls took their places, Angie sitting at my feet. She didn't seem horribly pleased by the prospect, but she did it anyway. We took several takes, but I just couldn't get into it. All I could think about was how wrong
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