Cameron Wallen - On the way to the Hollywood dream

Our characters are in love with each other, and Patsy and I are just friends. She's a movie star. Girls like Patsy are never available. And it's absurd to think she doesn't have a boyfriend. Patsy was one of the first to get the part. She's used to filming, to having her name appear on movie screens, and for me, it's a new level to which I aspire.

I feel some excitement that I won't be able to handle the role of Chad. I need to get into this role so that Chad will be loved by the audience, and that's what I think about every minute. Luckily I have Patsy, who's used to this environment and supports me.

I wake up. I walk out into the hall and see Patsy lying on the couch, leafing through something on her phone.

“ Good morning, ” I say, in a sleepy voice.

“ Morning, ” Patsy says to me.

Andy sits next to me and writes something in his notebook.

“ It was stuffy in my room, ” I say.

“ I'll get some air conditioning, ” he says, without taking his eyes off his notebook.

“ Thank you, ” I say.

Andy is an assistant director. He's twenty-five. He's the first person I've talked to on set, not counting Patsy, of course. He has dark hair, brown eyes, and an athletic build. Andy is one of the friendliest people I've ever met. So we quickly found common ground, even though we have different roles in our work.

The door opens. We freeze. Nathan, our director walks into the lobby.

He's wearing sunglasses, gray shorts, a black T-shirt that says “California” on it, and sneakers. He is one of those people who is serious about the task at hand, and doesn't like things to go wrong. He looks at his phone, and in the meantime he tells us:

“ Preparations are in full swing. At nine o'clock, we start. ”

Today we're shooting a scene on the beach with just me and Patsy. On the set: the director, the assistant director, the editors, and the line producers. In addition to the crew, a lot of people will gather who just want to watch the process. I don't have much left to learn the names of our crew, and Patsy is helping me with that.

“ Where is Olivia? ” Clare asks.

Clare is Patsy's manager. An unbelievable beauty who takes every job responsibly. She is, as always, wearing a strict dress with a white collar, and in her hands she holds a stack of papers.

Patsy shrugs her shoulders and rises from the couch.

“ Jake, let's go for a walk with you, ” she says.

Clare shrieks:

“ No! They're waiting for you in the dressing room! I'm out of here. ”

On the way to the dressing room, we got so chatty with Patsy that we almost walked through the right door. Suddenly Casey grabs our hands, like if she'd been waiting for us at the door. She sits us down in a chair and starts looking at our faces.

“ Jake, I guess I'll start with you. ”

She styled my hair and matted my skin to make my face look good in the camera lens.

Then she took on Patsy, who was more of a hassle.

I leave the dressing room, head through the main hallway, and go outside. When I open the big glass door, I see Ashley sitting on a bench under the canopy of the building. Ashley is fifty years old and is the owner of the hotel where we temporarily live.

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