MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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- romance. angst. drama. modern. fantasy. supernatural. adventure. crime. period pieces.
I S A B E L L E
Stepping onto the set, Isabelle felt more like an awed fan, walking on sacred grounds than actual cast member. And, though, she was in fact, a cast member she was still that drooling fan. It took her great strength not drop her jaw in admire all around her, otherwise, she really would look like an even bigger amateur actor than she was.
American Horror Story. It was amazing to her that her first real breakthrough would be on her favorite show. Working with her favorite actor. Even if it was a supporting role, it was still a role nonetheless and when they called her back after first auditions she had never felt so ready for anything in her life before.
It meant no more small, tiny roles where she wasn't even recognizable or let onto to a carpet and invited to a premiere. This was where her career really started, where it would kick off. At least, she hoped it would anyway.
Even if it did not go the way she wanted, Isabelle didn't care. Because she was still goibg to be part of the production of the marvelous shoe and meet other amazing actors and stresses. The cherry on top was really Ethan Carstairs, whom she had come to admire since episode one of the first season.
"So, call me when you're done and I'll pick you up."
Isabelle blinked and turned to her side, she had completely forgotten her sister's, Avaline, presence in that one instant. Her sister had walked her into the front, just so she could get a peek too."Why didn't you just give me the car? It would have been easier on us both."
"No, because I have plans too. Now stop asking futile questions and go and do whatever it is you have to." Avaline smiled knowingly at her sister. "Isn't your bae around here somewhere."
"Oh my god, Ava. You can not say shit like that here. Do you want me to die?" She huffed, glarrong into her older sister. Because she would die of extreme embarrassment before she even had the chance to act. "Go, don't you have plans or something? A job maybe?"
"I sure do. Remember to call when you need me."
And just like that, she was gone. Much to Isabelle's happiness.
She had work to, she made her rounds by going to and talking with the director and producers, who me she found it easier to talk with. To be more open, she found it easier to talk with them than the acting crew, whom she was just making her way over to. Why?
Because she had already met the director, the producers and even somebothers during her auditions. The others, however, no. And to make it a little more nerve-wrecking, some of these members had already knew one another from the prior season. While the others where just as experienced actors who had been in a lot other works.
So, yes, she was feeling a bit shy.