Pop Goes The Camera [Chelsie]

[dylan]

Dylan had spent the day filming around town for his latest independent project. It was currently untitled, and he had no idea what he was doing with it, but he’d gotten some fantastic shots of the skyline, but his stomach was telling him it was time take a break and get some food. He’d just wandered out of the school and began walking, and wasn’t really familiar with the part of town he was in. Dylan figured he’d just wander around some more until either he dropped dead from hunger or he found a decent place to eat. He’d had the fortunate wisdom to stick a twenty and some singles in his pocket before he’d left.

Dylan wandered quite often. They were generally days when he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else, and let his mind take him wherever it wanted to go. He was glad his feet had to obey his childlike impulses, but that his “adult” mind had enough control over his motor skills to grab his camera and some cash. As he walked down an unfamiliar street, he continued rolling, getting sweeping views of both sides of the road. Anyone passing by tried to hide their face from Dylan’s wandering lens, not that the filmmaker minded. In fact, the more natural people on camera acted, the better the film was going to be. As he wandered, so did his mind, and it had decided that he was going to do an expose on life in Hadley, Michigan. He’d do a special segment on Mayview, but right now, he wanted to focus on local life.

Finally, he wandered to a suitable diner. The place wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. It looked like the sort of place where you seated yourself, so as he pushed past the doors, Dylan scanned for an empty booth. He found a suitable two seater, and plopped himself down on one side, setting the camera down, but only long enough to glance at the menu and decide what he wanted. After that, the camera was right back in its owner’s hands, sweeping around the diner, looking at patron and employee alike.

[chelsie sydney rayne]

"Joe is my order up yet?" Chelsie yelled back to the cook. It wasn't a super busy day and luckily there was two of them working the floor, but it seemed as though her orders were being taken care of second. For some reason all the old people had been sitting in her sections today, and she was getting tired of all the old men grabbing ass and lame one liners. She just wanted everyone to leave so that she could go home and soak in a nice warm bubble bath. She dreamed of the day that she could quit this place. Yelling back into the kitchen one more time, "Joe! Get my orders up now or i'm going to come back there and kick your ass.", Chelsie had had enough. Walking out into the diner she looked around and noticed that someone new had sat in her area.

Walking up to the man, she hadn't paid much attention to his face, she annoyingly asked, "Whats your pleasure hun?" Looking down at the man, she had to do a double take when she realized that first off he wasn't old, secondly, that he was pretty cute, and lastly that he was holding a camera. Turning her annoyed look into one that was now interested, she smiled at the man, hoping that he was just as interesting as what he appeared to be.

[dylan]

Through the camera lens, Dylan saw a waitress uniform walking towards him. He smiled as he panned up to her face, and his grin grew even wider when she asked what his ‘pleasure’ was. It took all of Dylan’s self-restraint to not make some sort of crack about her being his pleasure, mostly because his camera was still filming. Of course, he’d edit the audio out later, and replace it with some indie songs that always went great with this kind of movie, but if she reacted badly to a quip like that, he wouldn’t be able to call ‘cut” and do the scene again. That was always the problem with shooting without a script; it was a one-take wonder kind of thing.

“I’ll just have a cup of coffee, black.” Dylan moved the camera from his face and smiled at the waitress. She was definitely a looker, and if he were anywhere but an unfamiliar diner in the middle of a tiny town in Michigan, he would’ve been flirting with her the moment he looked at her. But right now, he was going to play it cool. With the second glance she’d given him, Dylan knew that if he played his cards right, things might turn real interesting for him and this waitress. That was one of the reasons he generally took either his guitar or his camera with him when he went out. Women loved a guy who could create, be it film or music. The one artistic activity Dylan did that he didn’t tell people about was drama, because he wanted to stay away from the idea that all guys who did theatre were gay. Anyone who knew him could definitely tell you Dylan Noble was not gay.

[chelsie sydney rayne]

Chelsie had been working hard at the diner for the last few months. She had been use to everything being given to her while in high school and living at home, but since her parents had kicked her out, she was forced to work in order to survive. She had no idea at just how much an apartment cost, food, and of course her shopping habit was costing her. She had picked up as many shifts as she could, but she wasn't making near enough as to what she wanted. She knew it was because of the diner. She didn't get much in tips everyday, only because the food is so cheap and not to mention disgusting. She needed to go somewhere that she could rely on her looks more. The waitress uniform really was doing nothing for her, she had it hemmed as short as she could without getting in trouble, and her heels were only comfortable for a little while before she had to kick them off and put on flats. She just felt like she couldn't win at this place.

Every so often Chelsie got the pleasure of serving a younger customer than ususal, and it felt like today might be her day. Not only was the young man in front of her younger than usual, but he happened to be really cute. Biting the bottom of her lip, she smirked as she turned to her side, "Coming right away, sir.", before walking back to the kitchen to get his drink.

Grabbing a coffee cup from the top shelf, Chelsie couldn't help but wonder what he was doing with the video camera. Was he here from Hollywood looking for hot, new, young talent? Or was he just a sleezeball trying to pick up new girls to bang outside in his bus? Either way Chelsie didn't really mind, she just wanted to know.

Grabbing the coffee pot, she brought both items over to the table and set the cup in front of him. Pouring the coffee into the cup, she quickly glanced up at the man. "So whats the deal with the camera?" Looking back down, she saw that the coffee cup was filled, and stopped pouring, she really didn't want to spill hot coffee all over his equipment. Holding the pot off to her side, she stood there, waiting for an answer. She never was the type to beat around the bush.

[dylan]

Dylan smiled as the waitress as she set the mug of coffee in front of him. She filled it up, almost to the point where it overflowed, but she managed to catch herself before the table and Dylan’s lap were covered in hot coffee. Then she asked what his camera was for. The question seemed a little out of the blue to Dylan, because not very many people questioned the fact that he had a camera. Most generally either stuck really stupid poses or hid their faces, but this waitress was the first person to question it.

“I’m here shooting a documentary about Hadley, most specifically Mayview. Right now, I’m scouting locations, and looking for people to give me some insight as to life here.” This was both true and misleading. He was shooting a documentary on Hadley, but the way Dylan said it, he made it sound like he was some big shot Hollywood cinematographer, not a junior at Mayview. But this chick didn’t need to know that. Right now, she was quickly on her way to becoming another name in Dylan’s little black book. Sometimes he wanted a girl that would say no, one that would keep him on his toes. A challenge, if you would. Right now was not one of those times.

“So, what do you say?” Dylan picked up the camera and shook it a little bit for emphasis. “I could always use a pretty, young thing like you for my documentary. You seem like you know Hadley well.” Cue lopsided lady killer smile. The actions ran through his head like camera cues. Smile here. Tilt your head here. Nod there. Like clockwork.

[chelsie sydney rayne]

Chelsie couldn't believe how her luck was beginning to play out. She was beginning to think that she truly could get whatever she wanted in life. Just the other day she was complaining about how she wanted out of the diner, she wanted to do more with her life. She even interviewed down at the strip club, but the owner said she was to goody goody and high schoolish. She thought that it was what a lot of sleezy old men wanted, but appearantly she was wrong. The problem now was she wanted to show the strip club owner that she was just more than that. She was a great tease and she knew how to please men, but she wanted proof for him. A video was her answer. The video would surely get her the job at the strip club, and if the right people saw it, she might even get to go straight to Hollywood.

As the guy in front of her asked if she wanted to be the video, Chelsie looked around the diner. She noticed that most of her customers had left, all she had to do was clean off the tables, and that wasn't something she wanted to do when there was a camera near by. Setting the coffee pot on the table behind her, Chelsie slid into the seat across from the guy and smiled. "Is there any nudity in this movie? Cuz I would be totally okay with that."

[dylan]

Dylan was a little...stunned by the question, to say the least. From what Dylan had experienced, most conversations about nudity in projects went something along the lines of the director saying “There’s nudity in this film. Are you okay with that?” and the actor saying yes or no. If they said yes, things went along as scheduled. If they said no, then they were fired, and replaced. Never once had he been asked by someone he had planned on working with if there would be nudity. “Um...I hadn’t planned on it. But it’s good to know that you’re okay with it.”

Normally things like this didn’t throw Dylan off, but there was something about this waitress. “Can I ask, why are you working here? Someone with your looks belongs on the cover of a magazine, not in some podunk diner in Michigan.” Dylan smiled again. The boy really knew how to lay it on thick. He’d seen enough of her type to know exactly how they ticked, how to get inside their heads, and more importantly, how to get them eating out of the palm of his hand. And this girl really wouldn’t be any different. He hadn’t come here intent on conquest, but sometimes opportunity came a-knocking, and you just had to answer the door. And right now, Dylan was throwing the door wide open.

[chelsie sydney rayne]

Chelsie was just eating up the attention that she was getting from this boy. She figured that it was fate that brought him into the diner, and she wasn’t about to let him go without noticing her. She had to make sure that he continued to pay attention to her, and if that meant answering all his questions and flirting with him, she was up for the challenge. She figured that it would be worth it when he produced his documentary, millions of people would then see her and she’d be famous. It was just a nice bonus that he was super cute and not some bald fat dude like she imagined.

”Well, to be honest with you, it’s not my first choice to be here.” Looking around the diner to make sure none of her co-workers were listening in, she leaned in to the guy and spoke quietly. ”I actually interviewed at the strip club down the road, but apparently he thinks im ‘too cute’ and not tough enough to handle the job. I think I’d be perfect.” She really was sad that she didn’t get the job, she didn’t know how else she was going to get discovered, figuring that nearly everyone had to start there.

Leaning back, she could see that she was getting the evil eye from some of her co-workers, but she didn’t really care. Technically she was interacting with her customer, and helping to provide great customer service, that was the whole point, right?

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[dylan]

Dylan couldn’t believe his ears. This girl had applied at a strip joint? He had been expecting a challenge, but it seemed as if this girl was causing everything to fall into his lap. Dylan could be a good little boy and just walk away, never have to see this girl again, but since when was Dylan Noble ever a good little boy? He changed his lady-killer smile for a sort of wounded puppy dog look. “You? Too cute? Impossible. No girl is ever ‘too cute.’” He brought back the smile, adding a small chuckle at the end. It seemed like he could do just about anything, and this girl would be amazed. Dylan was used to girls putting up a little bit of resistance, even before he’d sunk his claws into them.

“Tell you what. You give me a little interview, and I’ll pass it off to some friends of mine, see if I can’t hook you up. How’s that sound?” Dylan knew he had this chick eating out of the palm of his hand. He almost felt bad for lying to her, knowing full well that he was going to be the only one to see this footage, and that if she ever did make it anywhere, it wouldn’t be by any act of his, but Dylan quickly suppressed the feeling. This girl really should be smart enough to know anyone with a smile like Dylan’s was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He picked up the camera and started rolling. “Simple stuff first. What’s your name, and how old are you?” He really was trying to find the best angle, but the tiny booth he was in didn’t afford a whole lot of prize shooting angles. In fact, in his attempt to maneuver the camera to get more than just her cleavage in the shot, Dylan managed to knock his coffe over, the hot liquid spilling all down his front, soaking his shirt and pants through.

Yep. Everything was just falling into his lap.

[chelsie sydney rayne]

Soaking in the attention that she was receiving from this boy, Chelsie couldn't believe that things were starting to finally fall into place for her. She gave him an 'I know right!' look to his comment of being 'too cute'. She smiled back at him, not being able to resist his cute, charming smile.

Crossing her legs, she got comfortable in the seat, when he said that if she'd interview, he'd show it to some friends. She couldn't agree fast enough to this idea. She was ready to become famous. Pulling her hair out of the ponytail she smoothed her hair down and began to feel around everywhere else, making sure things were situated. "Do I look alright? It's okay that im in the horrible uniform?" She really didn't want her first impression to be this, but she wasn't about to turn down the opportunity.

Smiling at the camera, she naturally began to talk to it, "Hi, i'm Chelsie Sydney Rayne, and i'm eighteen years old." She kept smiling for the camera, not knowing exactly where he was filming. Waiting for him to ask his next question, she jumped when she saw him knock his coffee over. Taking a towel from her apron, she moved over next to him and squatted down. Reaching over she placed her towel and her hand on his pants, trying to soak up the liquid. Dabbing, she looked up at him, "Perhaps this isn't the best place for an interview...Do you need another towel?"

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