Behind the Scene

XVII. Nothing Happened

"You were fabulous on the scene, miss Morgan." Carmel compliments me with her sweet girly voice. She was blonde, adorable, with her body filled with cute gore tattoos and makeup always on point. Right now, she was cleaning the makeup and undoing my hair. "Very profound the way you recite your lines."

"On wich take? On the first or the twentieth second?" I run my hands down my face as if I could wash down the fatigue. If Josh didn't forget his line, I was the one not convincing enough. Or we would go through the whole scene perfectly but Sawyer wouldn't be satisfied. Overwhelming. "I never been through so many takes before."

"I wonder what's got into Sawyer today."

"So do I, Carmel, so do I." On the silence of the place, someone knocks on the door. "Please come in."

I see Mads come in through the mirror, he closes behind him with a smile. He is back with his normal clothes, even though he wasn't dead sexy anymore, he felt more homelike, now. Almost cozy. He picks the chair from the corner and places it besides me.

"Hello, Carmel." He says to her but without taking his eyes away from me.

"Hello again, Mr. Mikkelsen."

"What are you doing here?" Unconsciously, my hand goes from the arm of the chair to his face, touching it carefully.

"Wondering if you need any company to the dorms. Since the way is long, dark and full of dangerous creatures. And you might need someone to hold you up if necessary." He says caressing my hand that is on his face.

"That sounds wild but..." Before I can finish lovely Jill storms into the room without warning or asking. She looks as unimpressed as always. "Knocking much?"

"Sawyer wants you in his office in five minutes." She doesn't wait for answer from me and just leaves.

"That's beyond the abuse!" Mads says outraged raising from his chair. "After more than twenty long takes, he still wants to bother you with talking?! It's past ten for God sake!"

"That's what I was going to tell you. I asked to talk to him earlier. He did something embarrassing and I need to discuss with him."

He looks disappointed at me. "Well, then I'll be going. Good luck with him. Good night, Carmel."

"Night, Mads." We both watch as we he leaves the room and closes the door, Jill left open. Carmel pokes me on the shoulder lightly. With Mads in here, I almost forgot about her presence. "You two are sooo romantic. I wish my boyfriend looked at me the way Mads looks at you. You guys are my new relationship goals."

I give an akward laugh. "We are not a couple, Carmel."

"No? Then you are my OTP. If you have this connection without any real relation, imagine if you did! You two would be the new 'Brangelina'."

Carmel's words brings to my mind several scenarios, where Mads and I are a happy, self sufficient couple, doing normal couple things, going out on trips, showing our love to the world. But I knew exactly what the reality was and I made sure I remembered of it.

"He is married, Carmel, with this model-skinny Danish woman." I say as if losing an argument.

"Boohoo! That sucks. Whatever, still my OTP." I was glad I had someone rooting as hard I was for this impossible dream. "Okay, you're done. You can go now."

"Thanks." I pick my purse that has been lying on the table since I got here, this morning. I stop myself at the door. "Carmel, can you promisse something?"

"O'Course."

"Don't comment on any of this with anyone, please. I know rumors spread around this studio like wildfire."