Love on the Set of Narnia (William Moseley) Part 12

Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";} I woke up the next morning to a foghorn. I scrambled out of bed, ready to fight. "Who's there?" I mumbled, not really aware of the world around me. "You are going to be late." I heard Howard say loudly. "I am? Where am I?" I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "In the castle. Today is photo day. Get moving. There is no time for you to change or shower. You have to get down there now." He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me from my room. "What time is it?" I asked while yawning. "5 AM. You are usually good about call times." Howard said as he dragged me down the stairs. "Never got the memo." I said with another shuddering yawn. He pulled me down the stairs and down a hall. He threw me with almost bodily force into a room. The bright lights of the vanity made me blink. "Finally." I heard Isis say as I yawned again. "She is a very sound sleeper." Howard mumbled. Isis led me behind a screen that seemed old enough to belong in a Victorian home. They took off my bedclothes and my undergarments. "So much for heating." I said with a shiver. I was starting to wake up finally. "You need to help us a little here." Isis's assistant said. I stepped into this very flowing white dress. It was almost floor length and almost see-through in certain places. Thank God it had the undergarments built in or I would have freaked out. The dress had no straps but had these arm pieces that were almost like sleeves and fit my arms perfectly. They were flowing like the rest of the dress and had a very mystical quality to them. "I don't remember doing a fitting for this dress." I said, kind of more awake now. They brought me out from behind the screen and say me in a chair. Howard and his assistant started on my makeup and hair. Howard was gluing my ears on and someone else was doing my makeup. They were in a rush so I must be really late. Usually they were a little more relaxed and would have done these things one after the other instead of at the same time. Oh well. Isis was lacing a ribbon around my fingers on my left hand. I couldn't see what color the ribbon was but I was pretty sure it was white. Howard as putting something in my hair and I couldn't see. Someone was attacking my face with powder that almost made me cough. Finally after about 15 minutes of intense dressing, I was finished. Everything about me was pale. My skin had white powder all over it and the powder had a little bit of glitter in it. My eyes were lined with white eyeliner and white mascara. I also had swirls of white around my eyes that almost seemed painted on. The bits of my arms that were showing had the same sort of white swirls on them. There was a white ribbon in my loose hair and it looked very windblown. There were also bits of fake vines in my hair. They had adhered white fake nails to my real ones instead of painting them. Cheaters. They quickly stood me up and walked me out of the room. "No shoes? No sword?" I asked as Isis and Howard pushed me into the room. "Guess not." I muttered as they walked away. I sighed and looked around. It was a photo studio by all stretch of the means. There were blue screens everywhere and also a couple of green screens. There were a couple of fake trees standing around and some fake rocks. "THERE YOU ARE!" I heard Andrew yell at me. "You look fabulous." He said rushing over to me. "This is the photographer. He will be posing you for these shots. I will assist him as best I can." Andrew said. I didn't catch his name but the photographer seemed very flustered. "Let's get her and the black haired guy over there in position please." He said. He sounded very American. Great. Marshall rushed over. He looked very bad guy. He was wearing a black cloak and a black shirt like his notorious one he always wore. His eyes were shadowed by black and gray makeup and he was very pale otherwise. His pants were loose surprisingly. He almost looked modern but it fit him very well. They put us in front of a blue screen and then had us face the camera. "Put your hand up." Andrew said. Marshall and I each put up our right hands. "No. Liz put up you left. Marshall, keep the right one up." I changed hands. "Now Liz. Put your hand about shoulder height but keep your elbow bent. Let the ribbon hang down. Lean away and look off camera almost." I did as he said and looked like I was touching the wall and about to start a race. "Not so fierce but softer." I made my face softer and looked almost cold and indifferent. "Now mirror her, Marshall." Andrew said. I almost felt his hand brush mine. "Touch just your fingertips together." The photographer said. I found his fingertips. Someone came up and adjusted the cloak on Marshall's shoulders and the sleeve of my dress. I felt the person tug at the ribbon on my hand and wrap it around Marshall's fingers and I felt a ribbon being wrapped around my hand. "Now look towards me. Straight faces please. No smiles." The photograph said. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and semi-glared at the camera. "Softer please, Miss Taylor." I softened my gaze and there was a flash. "One more." He said. He actually took about five more or the same pose. "Come over and look. We made the background last night. This is what it is going to look like." Andrew said, calling us over to a little laptop he had set up next to him. I saw the same pose that Marshall and I just shot but behind me was this white and silver swirling background and then there was a brief interface of black and white and then behind Marshall was a gray and blackish background. It looked really cool. "Very contrasting. Wouldn't it look better if you switched it where the black was behind me and the white was behind Marshall? Right now, because of the make-up, I just look transparent in my background and Marshall's face and hands are really the only things you see of him." I asked. Andrew shrugged and did some technical things that I didn't understand. In the end, he mirrored the image where the black was on my side and the white was on Marshall's. "It does look a lot better." The photographer said. "Not to mention that with the ribbons, it gives it more of the 'we are two halves of one whole' feeling." Marshall said, looking at it critically. Andrew thought about it intensely for a few minutes and nodded. "I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. So we'll keep it. Bring in one of those fake trees." Andrew said first to us and then to a stagehand standing by the trees. He brought over the bottom, the trunk, and then the top of the tree in separate chunks. They were assembled and I never knew the difference. "Lean on opposite sides of the tree please." Andrew said. I sat down and leaned against the tree. I had my left knee up and draped my left arm around it. Marshall was standing on the opposite side of the tree with his arms crossed across his chest. "I like that. Bring me Liz's hero sword." Andrew said. Someone brought my sword. Andrew gave me the sword without the sheath. An assistant positioned it so I had it leaning against my left knee. I had my hand just laying over it. "Look up into the tree, Liz." Andrew said. "Look sort of down, Marshall." Andrew instructed. I felt the furious flashing of the camera on me. The tree of left there and I had to climb up into one of the branches. It was made that I was to be just sitting there, looking off into the distance. Marshall was not in this shot. I felt someone turn on a fan and it was aimed to blow my hair into my face. The camera was snapping more pictures. I got out of the tree and was sent into wardrobe again. "It just never stops." I said with a sigh. "Why do you think it takes a whole day to do it?" Howard said while he picked the pieces of foliage out of my hair. I was taken out of the white costume and my hair was clean. My ears were left on, obviously. My skin was scrubbed clean. I was put in the first outfit that I wore in the movie. I loved that outfit. I had my hair put up with little pieces of red flowers in it. I had black sandals on this time. They put the shimmer powder on my skin. My eyes were lined with black and I looked almost exactly like I did in the first scene. I got back into the photo room to find Odette, Anna, and Georgie there as well. "Finally some people that I actually can work with." Andrew said. "Why?" I asked. "The photographer is becoming an irritant." Andrew muttered. The photographer called for us to get our butts into gear but not so nicely. Georgie gasped. "That's about 40 dollars into the potty mouth bucket." She said faintly. I had to smile. She was just too cute. Andrew sighed in irritation and then brought the four of us to the green screen to pose. "Georgie, stand in front and sort of face at an angle away from me." Andrew said. Georgie did so. She had her arms back and looked very nice. "Anna mirror Georgie but stand behind her. Odette do the same thing as Georgie but behind Anna." They both did so. It looked cool because Odette was taller than Anna by about two inches. It looked layered and very cool. "Get a box." Andrew called. Someone brought a bright green box out. They handed it to Andrew and then he put it behind the three girls. "Stand up on the box and face the camera." Andrew said. I did so and glared at the camera. "She needs the sword." Andrew yelled after a moment of thoughtful silence. Someone brought out my sword and Andrew gave it to me. "Sort of go like this." He stood with one arm up and my sword arm extending forward, like the position for a wizarding duel in Harry Potter. I did so, careful not to hit poor Georgie in the head with a sharp steel object. I glared down the sword at the camera. The camera flash went off a few million times before we were let go from the position. "Get Marshall over here with his sword." Andrew yelled. Marshall rushed over, nothing changed except the fact that the cloak had been taken off. He had a black bladed sword in his hands. It was a straight sword and was very harsh. Very characteristically Marshall. Figures. Andrew put us facing each other and had us put our swords in a cross position. We were glaring straight at each other. The camera flashed a couple of times and then Andrew made us tip the swords down so that my sword was sitting on Marshall's shoulder and his sword was on my shoulder. The camera went off a few times and then Marshall and I cracked up laughing. It was so hard to keep a straight face when Marshall rolled his eyes between camera flashes. After that nightmare of a pose was finished, I was sent back into costume and makeup for another change. "Some days I wonder if Andrew just does this to torture us." I said, throwing myself into the chair. Isis and Howard chuckled as they started to undo my makeup and hair. After Howard had cleaned everything off of me except my ears, Isis and her assistant took me behind the screen and put me into a dress I had never worn before. "This is something that you will wear later." Isis explained as she helped me step into the dress. It was a lightweight material but had a defined form to it. There were no seams anywhere that I could find on the outside. It was a pale blue colour and just fell over me like water. My shoulders were bare and most of my legs were bare. The back of the dress went down and just barely stopped above my butt crack. There was a swirling dark blue pattern on the hem of the dress. I was shocked that it was staying up by itself. They brought me over for hair and makeup. Another pale blue ribbon was fed around my hair and then it was blown everywhere with a hairdryer. I felt Isis most likely wrapping a sticky ribbon around my leg. "This is just a dress that Andrew had us make for the photo shoots. Very fantasy." Isis's voice said as someone was applying face makeup on me. I tried to nod but found that SOMEONE was just holding everything in place. Then I was pulled from my chair and pushed back into the room. Peter and Marshall wee doing a shoot together with a New Zealand photographer and Andrew was helping them pose. I was pulled over to the American photographer and put in this ridiculous pose. I was on the floor. My knees were bent and to the sides. I was sitting between them and I had to lean forward and look innocent. "I'm going to be taking this picture from above. Just look up at the camera and look innocent." The photographer said. I sighed in agitation and then leaned forward on my hands. I looked up with a sort of pout on my face. I tried to hide my cleavage but there was no way. And the photographer kept flashing the camera and I tried not to blink but it was becoming difficult. After about 20 pictures, the photographer had to get another memory card. "Don't you have enough?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Just a few more." He said. He came back over and kept taking pictures of different angles. Then he was adjusting the back of my dress and touched my butt. I looked back in shock and he didn't move his hand. "You're touching my arse." I growled. "Oh so sorry." He said finally. He moved his hand under my dress and was fixing the layer underneath the top one. It was darker and longer but still had the same pattern around the hem. Then he suddenly pinched my butt. "What are you doing?" I asked loudly. I jumped away and stood up. "Sorry dear. I didn't mean to." He said in a casual way. I took a deep breath to control myself and sat down slowly. He quickly fixed my dress. Then I realized it was just the two of us. "Now twist your body to have one leg bent and the other straight." I did so and found that I was barely covered. I moved to fix it but the photographer stopped me. "It's fine." He said. He started snapping away. After a long while he moved me to be lying down with my legs up and crossed. He told me to smile ever so slightly. This was also revealing in both my chest and butt area. "I'm sorry but this is just too much. Are you sure you need all of these copies?" I asked, sitting up. "Yes. Many of them were out of focus and needed to be shot again. Better to have too many than too few." He said in a faint voice. He put me in another pose and then sighed. "Your dress is wrinkled. Don't worry. I'll fix it." He said. I was sitting with my crossed one over the other while I was sitting. I was leaning back on my hands and was supposed to look indifferent. I didn't move as he started to smooth a wrinkle near my chest. Then suddenly he stopped and grabbed me. I screamed and moved away. "Oh I'm sorry." He said. "This is just too weird. Where is Andrew?" I asked, standing up before he could shoot anything. "Probably shooting with the boys. Can you get back into that pose please?" he said coolly. "They're not in here either." I said with a strained calm. "Then I don't know. Will you PLEASE cooperate?" he said irritated. "You've touched me in places I don't want to be touched. I want Andrew in here." I said loudly. "We can't always have what we want." He said, putting his camera down. He turned slowly toward me with a smile on his face. "What are you doing?" I asked nervously as he started to advance on me. "Will you just be a good little girl and pose please?" he asked in a patient tone. "Not while we're alone." I said, my knees shaking. I looked around for the nearest exit and found it behind the photographer. "It isn't a hard pose for you is it?" he asked, almost right in front of me. "I am not going to continue with this shoot until Andrew or someone other than yourself is in here." I said, trying to edge around him. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked with a small chuckle. He was two feet away now. I felt a bead of sweat run down the side of my face. More than just my knees were shaking now. He was right in front of me. I pushed him back but he grabbed my arms. "Come now, deary. Be a good girl and do the poses." He said in a rough voice. I growled and tried to the get him to let go. He ended up throwing me on the floor. I felt a pain in my elbow as it collided with the hard floor. I got up as quickly as I could but I wasn't fast enough. He grabbed me around the waist and picked me up with ease. I started kicking, punching, screaming and fighting with all my might. He suddenly dropped me and I fell to the floor again. I got up and ran toward the exit as fast as I could. I was quicker this time and ran out the door to collide with someone. I had no time to see who it was. I just wrapped myself around them and held on tightly. "Where are you goi- Get out of the way boy. Shouldn't you be filming or something with the director?" I heard the photographer snarl. "I was sent by the makeup artist to find Liz for lunch. Her shoot in this costume should have ended fifteen minutes ago." I heard Marshall's voice say. I felt his arms wrap around my shaking shoulders. "Andrew will be hearing about this." He said in a snarl. Marshall led me away somewhere and I was now sobbing. "What did he do?" I heard someone ask harshly. I identified the voice as Andrew's. "I don't know. She just came bursting from the room in a panic. The photographer snarled at me and asked me why I was there." Marshall said. I was still clinging to him for dear life. I felt his cool hand rubbing my bare and sweaty back in comfort. "Liz, dear, what did he do?" Andrew asked. I turned my head slightly so they could understand me. "He had me pose and wouldn't stop taking pictures of this one pose. Then he had me in a different pose and said my dress was messed up. He touched me while doing so. He didn't move his hand until I told what he was doing. Then he was fixing the under part and pinched me. I controlled myself while he took more pictures. Then he posed me again and said my dress was wrinkled near my chest. While fixing that, he grabbed me. I tried to run but he pushed me on the floor. I tried to get up and run but he grabbed me around the waist. I fought him. He let me go and I ran again. I was quicker and got out the door and found Marshall." I said, still sobbing. I gripped Marshall's shirt and held him closer. His arms wrapped around my shoulders. That was one of the pleasures of being vertically challenged. I was a mere five-foot-seven and almost all of the male cast members were taller than me. Will was about six-foot-one and Marshall was about six-foot. Either way, they towered over me. There were murmurs around me that brought me back from my thoughts. "We have to see if he is still there." I heard Andrew's assistant Alaina say. "She is not going back there alone." Marshall said roughly. "But she has to come with us." Andrew sighed. I whimpered and hid my face. "You might as well come too, Marshall." Andrew said with yet another sigh. Marshall led me, I guess, back to where the photo shoot had been taking place. I was led through a set of doors I turned and looked at the scene.I gasped. All of the equipment was knocked down. The screens still remained standing but all of the cameras and other filming things were knocked over and destroyed. "Find his camera if you can. See if any of the memory cards are left." Andrew said. I saw about ten people, including Richard Taylor and KC, fan out and search. "We were shooting over there." I said quietly to Marshall, pointing to the green screen in the darkest corner. "She says that they were over there." Marshall repeated to Andrew. Andrew told the guys and they searched the broken tripods and cameras lying there. "We found about six of the memory cards. I doubt they will have anything on them if they were left behind." Richard said. "Tell anyone you can to search the castle. This place is huge. I doubt he would have gotten far." Andrew said, taking the memory cards from Richard. "I'm going to take her to her room." Marshall said softly. I sniffed and looked up at him. "Thank you." I mouthed. He gave me a short nod in reply and then walked me slowly out of the room. We went up the stairs and into my room. I finally let go of Marshall and wiped my eyes. "Thank you, Marshall. You really didn't have to." I sniffed. I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. "Yes I did. You would have never have made it all the way up here by yourself." Marshall said with a laugh. "You really are a great friend." I said, looking at his blue eyes. He smiled and laughed. "I know. That's my side job, apart from acting." He said with a smile. I giggled and grabbed another tissue. Marshall stayed with me until Isis and Howard came up to me room to get me out of the costume. "I hope that Andrew got what he wanted." Isis said. "Me too. That was a nightmare." Howard agreed. "I think we'll have another day like that." I muttered. "Why do you think that?" Isis asked. "We never got any shots with just Will and I." I said with a smile. They laughed and continued to undress me. After I had showered and gotten into some comfy clothes, I sat in bed, reading. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.