Wait........ This wasn't in the script

Wait..... That wasn't in the script

Getting hired as a personal assistant on a real music video set? Cool.
Having your Wattpad scenes come true the next day? Not so cool.

It started off harmless.
In between coffee runs and fixing popping jacket buttons, I'd write scenes in my drafts, fictionalized things of everything that happens on set.
Mostly exaggerated chaos. Like the pop star storming off or a masked figure haunting the soundstage or someone replacing the director's drink with tomato juice and honey.

Then the juice thing happened.
Followed by the tantrum.
Followed by the mask.

At first, I blamed stress, sleep deprivation and vivid imagination. But then Micheal the actual lead singer leaned over during lunch and said:

"Careful what you write, PA girl. This set already has too many ghosts."

I blinked. "What?"

He popped a grape into his mouth and grinned, " You heard me ."

The next day I tested it. I wrote:
"Micheal will bring over 10 boxes of Dunkin' Donuts."

He actually brought over 10 boxes of donuts and was giving everyone.

"Coincidence", I told myself.
Then I wrote about a light rig falling.

It did, inches from my head.

By day 4, Micheal had stopped teasing and started watching me closely.

"Tell me something", he asked as I passed him a chocolate bar. "When you write a scene....do you ever wonder who's really writing it?"

I didn't answer. But I started deleting things.

They came back.

One night while alone on set, I wrote that the masked man would finally speak. That he'd whisper to me "stop writing before it writes you."

He showed up two hours later. No one else saw him, just me.

"You need to stop writing," he said.

I slammed my laptop shut and ran.

The next day, Micheal found me sitting behind the wardrobe trailer, shaking.

'You wrote something bad didn't you,' Micheal said kneeling beside me.

'I didn't mean to,' I replied back.

He then handed me a mint, "They never do."

The rest of the crew carried on like nothing happened.
I watched Micheal improvise a scene I never remembered typing. He winked at me mid-spin like he knew everything.

Later I opened my draft again, just to take a look.
"She doesn't listen. That's when everything break."

I didn't write that. The light above us buzzed. Flickered and one blinked out.
Michael kept singing like it was part of the plan.

By nightfall, I was alone again, checking camera placements, when the masked figure appeared behind the smoke machine.

I didn't scream.

"You turned the key," he said.

"I didn't know I was holding one."

He looked at my laptop and said "finish the script, and the ending becomes real."

I stepped back. "I'm done writing."

But when I took a look at my screen, I was shocked because on the screen new sentence kept appearing word for word.
A new sentence appearing, letter by letter :
TOO LATE

I shut the screen immediately. I was done writing for real this time.

The next day, Micheal found me again.
He was already dressed in his leather jacket, sunglasses perched on his head this time.

"You closed the draft," he said.
"I deleted it."
He smiled without humor, " it doesn't matter it's writing itself now ."
I stared, "how do you know."
Michael stepped closer, voice low and said "because last year? I wrote something too."
Then he paused, looked at me and said, "and I never finished it."
My stomach dropped."what happened after you stopped."
"I met you", then he straightened himself and walked off like he hadn't just thrown my soul into a fire pit.

That night, the set was quiet, too quiet, so I decided to try something I opened my laptop one last time.
Nothing new appeared, maybe the curse has broken.
Then a shadow moved behind me and I turned.
The masked man stood at the door.

"You need to stop writing," he said but this time with urgency and fear in his voice.
I backed up.
"But I have yet to write anything, I just opened my laptop."
He looked at me and pointed to my laptop screen, I turned to look at the screen.

A new line was glowing.
Just appeared out of nowhere.
Typed by no one.

"WAIT........That Wasn't in the script."

Authors Note:
This short story was written for the #givemeabreakcontest, inspired by the music video itself. As soon as I saw the concept, my brain said: what if fiction started bleeding into reality? What if the set wasn't haunted but it was scripted?

I wanted a blend of chaos, humor(ish), and suspense with the Main character (Micheal) who knows way more than he lets on.
Thanks for reading and remember: don't write anything you're not ready to live.