Élise Bakker a young teen who did an audition for the fun of it. After getting the main female role she meets a guy... Named Walker Scobell.. her co-star...
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After hastily changing into my fresh ensemble, eager to shed the remnants of travel fatigue and embrace the vibrancy of Santa Monica, I hurried towards my gate, my steps quickened by the anticipation of what lay ahead. However, in my haste, I collided with someone, our collision jolting us both from our respective thoughts.
"Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry," I exclaimed, my accent betraying my slight nervousness as I assessed the situation. The stranger before me seemed equally taken aback, his apology tinged with an air of awkwardness that hinted at a deeper urgency or perhaps a sense of fleeing from something.
"No, I'm sorry," he responded, his tone mirroring my own, though his eyes held a fleeting glimpse of something more complex, a hint of a story waiting to be unraveled. Despite the brief exchange, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye. Nevertheless, I offered a reassuring smile before continuing on my way to the gate, brushing off the incident as nothing more than a momentary blip in the journey.
Arriving at the gate waiting area, I sought out a seat to rest my weary legs, the thrum of anticipation still coursing through my veins. To my surprise, fate seemed to have other plans as I found myself seated next to the very same individual I had collided with earlier. With a resigned shrug, I settled into the seat, resigned to the lack of available alternatives.
Pulling out my trusty MacBook laptop, I delved into the familiar world of digital creativity, immersing myself in the task of editing a project for my film class. The soft glow of the screen illuminated my face as I meticulously fine-tuned each frame, my focus unwavering despite the occasional distraction of the bustling airport activity around me. Between edits, I also took the opportunity to chip away at assignments for my other classes, determined to make the most of the time before boarding.
As I lost myself in the rhythm of productivity, I couldn't help but steal glances at the enigmatic stranger beside me, pondering the intricacies of our chance encounter and the stories that lay hidden beneath the surface. Little did I know, this unexpected meeting would set the stage for a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns, each moment offering the possibility of connection, revelation, and perhaps even a touch of serendipity amidst the chaos of travel.
WALKER
As I hurried through the airport terminal, my heart racing with the anticipation of my journey to Santa Monica, I couldn't help but feel the familiar weight of scrutiny from the paparazzi. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate my fans, but sometimes their enthusiasm can be overwhelming. All I wanted was a smooth and comfortable trip, especially with the unsettling thought of creepy individuals lurking around. After all, I couldn't afford to be rattled for my upcoming audition.
