It was late. And I was bored. No, wait, more than bored. I was irritated. How the hell happened that every single one of the guys that came in here were like ‘oh hello darling I’m your Edward’ . I thought ‘fuck you’ ! How stupid was I to agree to act in a vampire movie? I mean it’s not like I will ever find the right guy to be the breathtaking immortal creature that my character, Bella, would fall in love with. That sucks. I took a deep breath. I should drink a little bit more coffee. Not that this will do me any good. I stared at my empty mug with a ironical drawing of two abnormaly long teeth.
‘You really like to torture me don’t you?’
I could definitely sense something was wrong the minute I started talking to myself. Maybe I should go see a doctor about that. I giggled only at the thought of THAT conversation. ‘Hey look I started to talk to myself a few days ago because I was soooo stressed I couldn’t find the right vampire to fall in love with. Do you think there may be something wrong with me?’ Yeah that would have probably worked out pretty well. Now my thoughts are all screwed up. Maybe the fact that I hear footsteps approaching my door is a good thing actually. Two more minutes alone with my thoughts and then I would really need a doctor. The next second following my thoughts the door opened and a tall guy with messy hair covering a large percentage of his face entered. Well, at least he’s tall.
‘Hello. My name is Robert. Robert Pattinson.’
He had a deep slow voice which somehow sounded slightly nervous. To my surprise it sounded like the voice I pictured Edward, my fellow vampire should have. Well excepting that delicious British accent. I always had a thing for accents. Delicious? Well that went well.
‘Hey I’m Kristen. Welcome.’
I tried to make my voice sound friendly despite the level of anger I was experiencing from the former auditions. After all, he wasn’t responsible. I realized I was unable to see his eyes through all of that hair covering his face. And to add to that he wasn’t even looking at me, he was looking down. Damn am I so intimidating? Or is it something wrong with me? I caught my thoughts thinking what colour do his eyes have. Does that make sense? Sometimes I think my thoughts tend to think by themselves, independently of what I want or not. He cleared his voice to catch my attention. I blushed. Shit, I must have stared at him like an idiot. I guess I had the wrong impression that if I couldn’t see his eyes he couldn’t see mine either. I should really begin to talk right now or else I’m gonna freak him out. I bet he’s thinking about running right now.
‘Well…’ I exhaled ‘as Catherine probably already told you we are going to rehearse the kiss scene between Edward and Bella’
‘Yes I was told that. Whenever you’re ready…’
‘Yeah let’s do this.’
He got closer to me and my heart almost skipped two beats. What the hell is wrong with me? Finally he looked me in the eyes. They were a strange tone of blue somehow interwined with green. It would be sappy of me to say that my body virtually melted and flooded the floor that instant. Plus, I am way too proud to admit that. I’m not necessarily that type of romantic girl but I have my moments. However I wasn’t really that sure that my moments should refer to tall Robert here more than to my boyfriend Michael. Odd how my thoughts deliberately omitted him until now. I came back into the present just when Robert’s lips where milimetres from mine. From all the thoughts that poured through my head not even one of them suggested me to stay calm. I tried not to look directly in his eyes partly because I was pretty sure I will start hyperventilating myself and partly because I had that small piece of pride left which was forcing herself to make him believe he wasn’t affecting me in any way. I don’t think I need to say I failed. What is wrong with this guy’s eyes? Are they magnets or what? That’s the only explanation I can find. His lips touched mine so I closed my eyes. At least that’s a relief. But not for long it seems. His lips were soft and pleasantly warm. They also…tasted good. Not to mention his perfume that was literally wrapping me around it. Every little nerve of my body was struggling to fight against what he felt. Then a question popped into my mind. Why the hell am I trying to fight this? Since I’m already thinking it…Otherwise said, since I’m going to hell why not make it for good? Anyway it’s just acting…isn’t it?
Once I made my decision there wasn’t hell that could have stopped me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and touched his hair. It was soft even if it didn’t looked like. The moment he felt my change of attitude he put his hands on the small of my back. The kiss began to grow in intensity while we reached so close one to each other that I could feel his heart beats. I lied down on the bed and he came over me. I wasn’t really thinking clearly at all at this point. I guess I wasn’t even thinking. It looked like we were never going to stop and probably we wouldn’t have but because our moves became so alert and passionate Robert accidentally slipped and fell off the bed on to the floor.
There was a moment of quiet while we both realized what had just happened. Then I looked at him with guilt that I saw mirrored in his eyes also . We could have laughed of the situation but neither of us did because we knew we crossed the line. THAT line. We made it real. We both got up at the same time but of course I slipped and almost fell. Damn my uncoordinated feet. I realized my shirt was a mess and probably my hair also so I tried to tidy them as much as possible. He just ran a hand through his hair and continued to look at me. I cleared my voice as loud as I could and took a deep breath.
‘Well… I must be honest. Before you came in I was completely disappointed of the other candidates but you were pretty good…’
I made my best to try and ignore the sexual connotation of that sentence. I was determined to act like nothing happened. It was silly, we can’t let this incident affect in any way our professional activity. We are actors that’s what we do.
‘I am happy to hear that’ he replied.
‘I think you just got the part. Now all I need to do is tell Catherine.’
I smiled. Surprisingly the smile came out naturally. Maybe it was the expression on his face that made me smile. It was guilt and something else, like interior satisfaction . He was like a little boy who was caught trying to eat the dessert before dinner. My smile became larger and larger and as a response he started to smile also.
‘I guess I should leave. I will let you tell Catherine and I guess I will see you tomorrow.’
I wanted to shake his hand like we were at a business deal but instead I just waved ‘Bye!’ No more physical contact would be better. I was sure I could move past that incident like it never existed because I always put my career first but while I watched him left the room my thoughts began to think by themselves again and they were whispering in my ear : ‘Don’t fool yourself. You’ll never make it’. Bitches!