Working Title - Chapter 3
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle
Rating: Mature, 18+
Word Count: 3.5k
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Chapter summary: We get another perspective of the encounter in the reception area. Plus, some production logistics talk (I don’t know how movie/TV sets work, but this is my best guess). Our two agents have a moment. You and Indy prepare to head off to Hawaii.
Warnings: This chapter has some swearing, allusions to cheating and toxic relationships, and drug/alcohol references.
“Mr. Bravo! So nice to see you! Let me check to see if they’re ready for you in the back, just make yourself at home.
I forgot how small this lobby was. They’ve redecorated the place, looks good. Dieter thinks to himself as he leans up against the reception desk checking his phone. Liz is nearby answering a bunch of emails that came in all at once.
“Mr. Bravo, I apologize, but they’re on a call that is just now wrapping up. It shouldn’t be too much longer, but if you’d feel more comfortable sitting down, please go ahead,” she said, motioning to the seating area.
“Oh ok, sure. Thanks. And you can call me Dieter,” he chuckles as he grabs his water bottle and heads toward the seating area.
Oh, there’s someone else here. She’s pretty. I wonder if she’s here to audition. Don’t stare Dee, act cool. He says to himself as the woman on the couch looks up at him. Holy shit her eyes are beautiful. He feels an almost magnetic pull toward her. He needs to be closer to her, so he decides to sit on the far side of the couch from her. He can sense that she’s nervous.
“Hello,” he says softly. Oh no, does know who I am? Is that why she’s nervous?
Dieter had grown accustomed to people being nervous around him. Early in his career, he hit the convention circuit hard, sitting on panels and answering questions from fans or signing autographs and taking photos for hours. He loved interacting with his fans. He never understood why people got so nervous to meet him, he was just Dieter. So he always tried to make people feel as comfortable as possible so they would have a memorable interaction with him. Giving them eye contact, a hug if they asked for it, and always asking for their name. The support of his fans always meant so much to him, especially through all of the trials and tribulations of his past.
“H-Hi,” she squeaked out.
“D-do you mind if I sit here?” Shit, get it together. She’s clearly nervous, don’t make it more awkward or weird.
“Uh. Um, yea, be my guest.”
“Thanks,” he smiles and sits on the far left side.
Despite appearing as if she’s fully involved in her phone, Liz has been keeping close tabs on what has been transpiring. If the lobby were larger she would have sat further away, but alas, she takes a seat in the chair next to where Dieter is sitting on the couch.
She has a beautiful smile too. What do I say? This isn’t like me, to be at a loss for words. This is weird. But I kind of like it. Stop staring at her.
Dieter moves his head back to face forward, although he’s still keeping an eye on the stunning stranger to his right.
Ok, think of something witty. Something witty.
“Mr. Bravo?” Dammit. “ They’re ready for you now.”
“Alright, Dee, let’s do this,” Liz says, patting him on the knee.
He lets out a breath and stands up. Should I ask her for her number or something? No, that would be creepy right? We’ve said like four words to each other. She’s probably going to think I’m some asshole actor who thinks he can bag any pretty girl. But she is beautiful.
Dieter doesn’t even realize he’s smiling at her until he sees her looking up at him again.
“Have a nice day,” he says. Ugh, that was lame. At least smile at her.
“Uh, th-thanks. Break luck. I mean, good leg. I mean, break a leg,” she says flustered before looking back down to her book. Ok, that was adorable.
“Thanks, I’ll break luck” he winks. She gives him another smile. She seems sweet. Ugh, I don’t want to leave, but I have to go before Liz gives me shit, or worse, embarrasses me. Dieter wills his legs to move, heading towards the receptionist who is motioning to the open doors. I wish I had more time.
He and Liz barely make it through the doors before he can feel her eyes on him.
“Say it and stop staring at me.
“You thought she was pretty, right?”
Rolling your eyes. “What, jealous Lizzie?” he teases.
“Why were you being so awkward? That’s not the Dee I know. Is that why you aren’t going on dates anymore, out of practice?”
“Jesus, Liz, want to get a hammer to bust my balls even more?”
“I’m just saying, she was pretty, you’re you, you barely said five words to her.”
Ugh, she’s right. I screwed it up.
You, Indy, and Rhys settle into a booth at a nearby restaurant, opting for sushi to celebrate the occasion. On the way to the restaurant, Indy had been busy calling her mom and dad, and brother, so you hadn’t had a chance to debrief about her meeting … or your encounter in the lobby.
The server comes to take your drink orders and Rhys selects a few appetizers to share.
“Ok, so tell me everything and start at the beginning.”
“So when we got there, I went into a room and met Sam.”
“Ooo, how was that?” you tease, wagging your eyebrows up and down as Rhys scoffs. If someone were to design Indy’s type from scratch, it would be Samuel Garrett. Even though he was a few years younger than you both, he was everything she looked for. Tall, blonde, with a deep voice, and a Southern accent. By all accounts, he was a nice guy too.
“Cover your ears, Rhys,” Indy laughs, hitting Rhys on the shoulder as he rolls his eyes. “He was gor-geous. Holy shit, Belle, I’d climb that guy like a goddamn tree.” You both giggled.
“So I take it the chemistry was mutual then, right?”
“I think so,” she sighed. She has that look in her eyes you know well. When Indy falls for someone, she falls fast and hard.
“You definitely did,” Rhys chimed in. He was looking at his phone, trying to act like he wasn’t listening but he lived for these types of chats. He had heard many a conversation over the years and at this point, nothing really fazed him anymore.
“Ooo I forgot! I met Dieter in the hallway as I was coming back out. He was so nice! Did you see him?”
“Um…” looking down and playing with the chopstick wrapper, you were trying to decide how to get around this conversation.
“Belle…” giving you that tone a mom gives when she knows her kid is keeping something from her.
“I. Uh. Yea, I saw him.”
“Aaaand?”
At this point, even Rhys was looking up waiting for your response.
“Yea, B, what happened?”
“Jeez, you two. Nothing happened, really.” They both look at each other and then look back at you. “Ugh, ok I made an absolute goddamn fool out of myself,” you said, bringing your hands to cover your face.
“Oh, no!” Indy sat up straighter and reached her hand out to yours.
“He sat on the other side of the couch from me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to him. I was literally in shock.”
“So, how did you make a fool out of yourself?” Indy asked, furrowing your brows.
“I couldn’t fucking think straight,” you were almost reliving the nervousness you felt. “ And when he got up to leave I couldn’t decide if I wanted to say ‘good luck’ or ‘break a leg’ so I ended up combining them both.”
Rhys starts to laugh.
“It’s not funny Rhys,” you scold him. Indy sarcastically punching him in the bicep on your behalf.
“And what did he say?” Indy asked, redirecting you back to the story.
“Honestly I can’t remember, I feel like I blacked out. I think he tried to make a joke or something, I don’t know. I wanted to crawl into a hole…but I do remember he winked at me.”
“Oh em gee!!” Indy shrieks, clapping her hands. “He’s basically in love with you.
You give Indy a deadpan stare. “Stop. That’s not funny. This was so embarrassing and you know I’m going to think about it and replay it like every day forever.”
“Oh stop it. That story sounds endearing as fuck. I’m sure he thought you being flustered was cute.”
“I was a totally starstruck fan. The poor guy probably just wants people to treat him like a normal person and here I was fumbling over my words like I forgot how to speak.”
“Stop spiraling. I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think it was.”
“Wait, do you like think he’s hot or something?” Rhys asks. You can tell he’s genuinely asking and not trying to make fun of the situation.
Indy rolls her eyes and dramatically twists her head to look over to Rhys, “Where have you been? She’s been in love with him since we were like, what Belle, in high school?”
You nod, looking down at the wrapper you have folded and unfolded like a hundred times by now.
“Well, shit, sorry!” he laughs. “I just didn’t realize it I guess. You both know I’m friends with his agent, right?”
“What?!” you both practically shouted at him.
“Rhys, what the fuck? You are like the worst wingman ever.”
He was a great professional wingman, always knowing the right things to say to get Indy an audition or find roles that she would be perfect for. Heck, he had even helped you out over the years, finding you jobs from magazine shoots to TV shows to help style. When it came to personal matters, he wasn’t as astute. The poor guy was a bit dense in that arena, so it’s really not surprising that he hadn’t made the connection.
“Can we change the subject please?” you plead.
Your server showed up at the perfect time, spreading out your appetizers between the three of you.
“Ok, let’s talk about logistics,” Rhys said as he scooped a few edamame up from the bowl.
“Yes, please. Where do we need to be and when?” you ask.
“So, we have about six or seven weeks give or take before you both need to be in Hawaii. That way you can travel, get settled, and adjust to the time zone, heck maybe even explore a little bit. I think one of the producers is going to want to get the whole cast and crew together for a kickoff party or something. He’s really into making the set feel like a family atmosphere. Could be a good opportunity for you to meet with the rest of the hair and makeup department in person before shooting officially starts,” he says motioning to you with the carcass of his eaten edamame.
“I’ll have to put you in touch with the head of hair and makeup for the shoot,” he continued. “Her name is Meredith … shit what was her last name….” he said as he reached for his phone to check his notes.
“Meredith Barton?!” you corrected him.
“Yea, that’s her!”
“Holy shit, she’s like a legend!” You couldn’t believe that you were not only going to be on a set with your best friend but working for a multi-award-winning hairstylist.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I already shared your portfolio with her. She was really impressed with you B.”
“Of course she was!” Indy beamed.
“I’ll get you and her connected. She mentioned that in these next few weeks, she wants to get you and some of the other stylists together to talk about a plan for the overlook of the shoot and the individual characters,” he stops to take a gulp of his drink. “Which reminds me, Ind you’ll be needed for some pre-production meetings, I’m still waiting on the schedule. And we’ll do some test shoots just to make sure the looks the stylists come up with are going to translate on camera.”
“Ah, this is all so exciting!”
“Thanks so much for setting all of this up Rhys,” you added.
“I’m excited for you both,” he smiled.
“Wait, where are we going to stay?” Indy asked.
“So, it sounds like the producer is setting up the whole cast and crew up at a nearby resort. He’s a part owner of it I guess so he’s buying out like half of it for the production. I think they’ll even shoot some exteriors at the property, it’s beautiful,” he said as he pulled up some photos on his phone to show you.
You and Indy lock eyes immediately, both coming to the same conclusion almost telepathically.
“Let me get this straight,” Indy starts. “We are going to be living at a beautiful resort in a paradise, for months, with the whole cast and crew…”
“The entire cast and crew?” you gulped.
“Uh, yea. I think so. Why are you two being weird?”
“Jesus, Rhys. Do we need to spell it out for you?”
“Umm…” he gives you both a confused look.
“There is going to be a love connection, I can just feel it!”
“I’ll be back, I have to go to the restroom,” you butted in. You needed to go collect your thoughts.
Once you were gone, Indy leaned over to Rhys, “So, how well do you know Dieter’s agent?”
Later as he’s driving back to his apartment, Rhys hears his phone ring. Seeing who it is, he smiles and answers.
“Oh hey, Liz! How’s it going?”
“I think congratulations are in order kid!”
“Hey, thanks! Yea, I’m really happy for Indy, she’s been working toward something like this for years. I really think this will be a breakout role for her, I can feel it. We even got her best friend to work on set for hair and makeup too. Great to hear that Dieter is signed on too.”
“Yea, he seems excited about this one. I honestly can’t tell if it’s the script or the prospect of being in Hawaii for a few months.”
“How’s he doing these days?”
“Oh he’s amazing, I’m so proud of him.”
“That’s awesome,” Rhys replied. He knew how much Dieter’s previous ways had taken a toll on Liz. She cared for him like a son and it tore her up to see him hurt himself and descend into a dark place. She always kept the faith that he would turn it around.
“Wait, did you say one of Indy’s friends is going to be doing hair and makeup?” Liz asked.
“Yea! She’s in town right now, Indy kind of thinks she’s her good luck charm,” he chuckled.
“Was she there today at the offices?”
“Yea, she rode over there with us and waited in the lobby. Why?”
“We kind of ran into her.”
“Wait. Oh shit, yea I heard that she met Dieter.”
“She did. Wait? How do you- never mind. Yea, the guy got all flustered,” she laughed. “She’s a pretty girl.”
“Ha, yea she is. From what I heard, she got flustered too.”
“Shit, I’ve got another call coming in. But I just wanted to tell you how proud of you I am and of Indy too. You’ve done great work for her and I know she’s going to be amazing in the role.”
“Gee, thanks, Liz. I learned from the best.”
“We’ll chat soon, gotta go!”
Six weeks later
You’ve spent the last six weeks getting everything in order to be gone for four months. You ended up running into your landlord when you got back from LA and he asked about Ryan, saying that he hadn’t seen him much. You recounted what happened and that he had moved out. Your landlord was never a big fan of Ryan, always preferring to deal with you on things related to the apartment. Once he heard about what happened, he let you break the lease without penalty.
“Get yourself a fresh start kiddo,” he said.
So you started selling pieces of furniture and other small things here and there online as you started to pack. You were truly starting to feel like you were closing one chapter and about to embark on another.
You had frequent Zoom and FaceTime calls with Meredith and the rest of the hair and makeup department, along with the wardrobe department. It was so exciting to be on this side of things; preparing for what the talent would look like on screen. You could already tell Meredith was going to be a great boss. She valued your opinion and listened, but also commanded the attention of everyone; she was a true force.
On a recent call, she told everyone that she decided that instead of assigning one person to a member of the cast, you all would be trained to float.
“I want you all to be able to work on anyone who sits in the chair. That way we can be nimble if production switches things around on us, which inevitably they’re going to do. I believe in all of you as artists and this is going to be a great opportunity to challenge yourselves each and every day.”
“Doesn’t Dieter have his own hair person?” Indy asked during your latest FaceTime call. You were set to board a plane the next day bound for Hawaii and decided to treat yourself to a night in a hotel room ordering room service with a Real Housewives marathon going on in the background.
“He does. Apparently, she had a baby recently so she’s on maternity leave. From what Meredith said, Dieter is still paying his hair stylist, as if she was still working. That way she and her partner don’t have to worry..,.” you recounted.
“Well isn’t that nice,” Indy grinned.
“Yea.” You desperately wanted to switch the subject away from Dieter. You had been thinking about him nonstop since your interaction. In reality, it probably lasted all of two minutes, but you replayed those two minutes over and over again. You were going to see him again and did not want to have another awkward moment.
Sensing that you wanted to move on to something else, Indy asked about Ryan, although frankly you would have rather awkwardly try and talk about Dieter than rehash the Ryan situation.
“Ugh, well, we kind of had a bit of a blow-up the other day. Our landlord sent him back his half of the security deposit, so he showed up.”
“What the fuck? He showed up?”
“Yea, he was asking when I was planning on telling him I was moving out.”
“And…”
“And I told him that he made that decision for me. I reminded him that he was the one who left.”
“Hell yea you did!” she snapped her fingers.
“I have been talking with Carla again, so it’s been helpful. Honestly, without her, I’m not sure how the hell I would have dealt with him showing up.
Carla has been your therapist for the better part of 10 years; you first met her when you lived in New York. Luckily because of technology, you had been able to stay connected despite the distance. In recent years you had not been the best about keeping in touch. Deep down, you knew it was because of the situation with Ryan. You weren’t prepared to talk about him to her. But when you were in the airport coming back from LA you shot her a text and you both chatted the next day. It was nice to have her back, she always managed to make you see things more clearly.
“Well, I’m proud of you. I know seeing him in person wasn’t easy.”
“Yea, it sucked. But honestly, it was a bit cathartic.. It also helped that I threw the rest of his shit out the window,” you smirked.
“You did not?!”
“I did. I may have left that part out when I told Carla the story,” you laughed.
“Bahaha. Well, it’s our secret them,” Indy says motioning like she’s zipped up her lips.
“This trip could not come soon enough. I’m so excited to see you!”
“Me too! I’m like nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time.”
“How have the pre-production meetings been going?”
“Oh, they’ve been great. It is starting to feel so real, that I’m actually going to be a lead for a show. It’s crazy.”
“How has Sam been,” you had tried to pry details of their interactions, but she had been unusually tight-lipped.
“G-good. Yea, he’s so freaking nice. And he smells so good too,” she giggles.
“Well, I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Yea, you’re going to like him I think.”
“Oh shit, Rhys is calling. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow!”
“Sounds good, I’ll text you when I get to the airport.”
After you hang up, you settle in your bed, sinking into the plush mattress. When you board the plane tomorrow, you are embarking on a new chapter. You didn’t know what the future would hold for you; you had no apartment to come back to in Orlando. You had not made any plans for after the shoot, you were just going to take things as they came.
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