Holland
day one.
August 1, 2013
When I woke up in the morning, I felt completely new, like something about me had changed. And it had. I was opening a new chapter of my life. It was something past the band and something without Callie. This was something entirely about me that I was doing for myself. Of course the band was still going, but between the most recent album going out and finishing the tour, we were all taking a month off to do something for ourselves.
I was starting a week long project with my pal Dirk. He was an on-set photographer for a movie that was being filmed and he asked me to come along, since the director was looking for an assistant. I didn't know much about the movie, but I agreed since I was always interested in the movie business, especially after the band had done a couple small films and the music videos and such. I was only needed for a week, simply because the directors assistant was going to Australia for a wedding during that week.
The movie had been in production for about eight days already and according to Dirk, it was coming along nicely. He showed me just a handful of photos, but he said he didn't want to ruin too much for me, for when I got to the set and experienced it for myself.
I spent the first couple of hours following Brad, the director, around, helping him move things on the set and fixing little things as he prepared the first scene of the day. I tried to be as helpful as possible and Dirk told me that Brad thought I was alright.
Brad was watching a filming of a scene and I was standing to the side with Dirk as he snapped a few photos. The whole process was so interesting to me, watching as it all came together or when the actors nailed the scene.
But when she walked out on the set, I felt a shift in the room. It was something spectacular and I gasped aloud, which made Dirk smirk at me. The blonde girl carried herself with such poise and grace as she nearly waltzed across the room. Even through the distance, her blue eyes shone as her pixie shaped head was looking around. The paleness of her skin was covered by her outfit, which was a ballroom gown from the olden days. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized she was walking in mine and Dirk's direction. She stopped in front of us, grinning. "Hey Dirk," she greeted, her white teeth glimmering. "Hi, I'm Blair."
"John," I replied, following Dirk's greeting.
She smiled and looked over at the scene going on between two older men, who were supposed to be discussing something about a car. I couldn't help myself from looking at the girl standing there. Never in my life did I ever think I'd meet the Blair Holland. She was literally the most famous girl right then and some people would kill to be in my spot.
Dirk had told me it had taken forever for Blair to agree to do the movie. She originally hadn't wanted to, simply because she was too busy at the time, between working on music and doing other movies, Blair didn't have enough hours in the day. But she was conviced to with a big paycheck and lots of groveling and begging.
For a few more moments, she stood with us, making small comments about the scene going on, but Blair was soon called for a makeup re-touch since she was filming next. My eyes followed and when she was no longer in view, I glanced at Dirk, who was giving me a smirk.
"What?" I asked.
He just laughed. "She's way out of your league, John O'. Besides, she's married."
"What are you talking about?"
Dirk didn't reply. He just put his camera back up to his eye and continued to take photographs. The only thing on my mind had been Blair Holland and her smile.
~
Watching her in action, as she filmed her scenes, was spectacular. She was truly amazing and I'd never seen anyone act better. It was like she was a goddess or something. Completely stunning and angelic. Her beauty was astounding to me. Each scene, she nailed and her lines flowed out of her mouth like a river flowing into an ocean. During a scene when she would say something funny, everyone else couldn't help but laugh. During a scene when she was sad, everyone else would want to cry along with her. It was amazing.
Towards the end of the day, I was mesmorized by Blair Holland. That, however, was needless to say.
Once the day was wrapped up and Brad said it was time for everyone to go home, we were all exhaused. It had been a very long day. Dirk and I were walking out together, since we were going to our nearby hotel in the same car, when we heard our names being called. The two of us turned around and we saw Blair walking towards us with Grant, her manager, and Rob, her bodyguard. She had a smile on her face and I couldn't help but smile back.
"I figured out who you are!" she said, then laughed after. Her laugh was so melodic and I nearly melted at the sound. "I knew you looked familiar, Mr. O'Callaghan. There was absolutely no way in hell you could fool me."
Dirk looked over at me and I shrugged at him. "What do you mean, Miss Holland?" I asked.
She smirked and stepped closer. The tips of her thin and pale fingers attached to the top of my shirt and the first two buttons came undone. "We all have been degraded. We all will be the greatest," she sang to me, in the exact way it went in the song. "You looked familiar and I googled you. You're the singer in The Maine. So tell me, John O'Callaghan, what are you doing here, working for Brad?"
"It's uh, down time for all of us between tours and the recent album. It's just something to occupy my time, I guess," I told her, shrugging one shoulder.
"Blair, we need to get going," Grant interrupted, reaching to lightly grab her arm.
Her gorgeous smile appeared at Dirk and I and we smiled back, exchanging our goodbyes. She walked off, and I turned my head to look at her. Blair glanced back and waved slightly, then she disappeared out the door. As I turned back around, Dirk was grinning like an idiot at me.
"Oh man, you've got it bad."
When I woke up in the morning, I felt completely new, like something about me had changed. And it had. I was opening a new chapter of my life. It was something past the band and something without Callie. This was something entirely about me that I was doing for myself. Of course the band was still going, but between the most recent album going out and finishing the tour, we were all taking a month off to do something for ourselves.
I was starting a week long project with my pal Dirk. He was an on-set photographer for a movie that was being filmed and he asked me to come along, since the director was looking for an assistant. I didn't know much about the movie, but I agreed since I was always interested in the movie business, especially after the band had done a couple small films and the music videos and such. I was only needed for a week, simply because the directors assistant was going to Australia for a wedding during that week.
The movie had been in production for about eight days already and according to Dirk, it was coming along nicely. He showed me just a handful of photos, but he said he didn't want to ruin too much for me, for when I got to the set and experienced it for myself.
I spent the first couple of hours following Brad, the director, around, helping him move things on the set and fixing little things as he prepared the first scene of the day. I tried to be as helpful as possible and Dirk told me that Brad thought I was alright.
Brad was watching a filming of a scene and I was standing to the side with Dirk as he snapped a few photos. The whole process was so interesting to me, watching as it all came together or when the actors nailed the scene.
But when she walked out on the set, I felt a shift in the room. It was something spectacular and I gasped aloud, which made Dirk smirk at me. The blonde girl carried herself with such poise and grace as she nearly waltzed across the room. Even through the distance, her blue eyes shone as her pixie shaped head was looking around. The paleness of her skin was covered by her outfit, which was a ballroom gown from the olden days. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized she was walking in mine and Dirk's direction. She stopped in front of us, grinning. "Hey Dirk," she greeted, her white teeth glimmering. "Hi, I'm Blair."
"John," I replied, following Dirk's greeting.
She smiled and looked over at the scene going on between two older men, who were supposed to be discussing something about a car. I couldn't help myself from looking at the girl standing there. Never in my life did I ever think I'd meet the Blair Holland. She was literally the most famous girl right then and some people would kill to be in my spot.
Dirk had told me it had taken forever for Blair to agree to do the movie. She originally hadn't wanted to, simply because she was too busy at the time, between working on music and doing other movies, Blair didn't have enough hours in the day. But she was conviced to with a big paycheck and lots of groveling and begging.
For a few more moments, she stood with us, making small comments about the scene going on, but Blair was soon called for a makeup re-touch since she was filming next. My eyes followed and when she was no longer in view, I glanced at Dirk, who was giving me a smirk.
"What?" I asked.
He just laughed. "She's way out of your league, John O'. Besides, she's married."
"What are you talking about?"
Dirk didn't reply. He just put his camera back up to his eye and continued to take photographs. The only thing on my mind had been Blair Holland and her smile.
~
Watching her in action, as she filmed her scenes, was spectacular. She was truly amazing and I'd never seen anyone act better. It was like she was a goddess or something. Completely stunning and angelic. Her beauty was astounding to me. Each scene, she nailed and her lines flowed out of her mouth like a river flowing into an ocean. During a scene when she would say something funny, everyone else couldn't help but laugh. During a scene when she was sad, everyone else would want to cry along with her. It was amazing.
Towards the end of the day, I was mesmorized by Blair Holland. That, however, was needless to say.
Once the day was wrapped up and Brad said it was time for everyone to go home, we were all exhaused. It had been a very long day. Dirk and I were walking out together, since we were going to our nearby hotel in the same car, when we heard our names being called. The two of us turned around and we saw Blair walking towards us with Grant, her manager, and Rob, her bodyguard. She had a smile on her face and I couldn't help but smile back.
"I figured out who you are!" she said, then laughed after. Her laugh was so melodic and I nearly melted at the sound. "I knew you looked familiar, Mr. O'Callaghan. There was absolutely no way in hell you could fool me."
Dirk looked over at me and I shrugged at him. "What do you mean, Miss Holland?" I asked.
She smirked and stepped closer. The tips of her thin and pale fingers attached to the top of my shirt and the first two buttons came undone. "We all have been degraded. We all will be the greatest," she sang to me, in the exact way it went in the song. "You looked familiar and I googled you. You're the singer in The Maine. So tell me, John O'Callaghan, what are you doing here, working for Brad?"
"It's uh, down time for all of us between tours and the recent album. It's just something to occupy my time, I guess," I told her, shrugging one shoulder.
"Blair, we need to get going," Grant interrupted, reaching to lightly grab her arm.
Her gorgeous smile appeared at Dirk and I and we smiled back, exchanging our goodbyes. She walked off, and I turned my head to look at her. Blair glanced back and waved slightly, then she disappeared out the door. As I turned back around, Dirk was grinning like an idiot at me.
"Oh man, you've got it bad."