"Thanks," I grumbled as I took my order from the barista and made my way to the counter for coffee lids.

"I can't believe mom is making me do this," I mumbled under my breath.

It was ridiculous, and not just the fact that at twenty three I was still doing things my mom guilt tripped me into doing, no it was the favor itself. So what if my uncle was in the area filming something or other, the fact that I was here picking up his favorite coffee order was stupid. Doesn't he have people who do this stuff for him? Isn't that the point of being who he was? Having secretaries who took phone calls and bitch boys who ran for coffee and sushi? So what if I hadn't seen him in a few years, well okay so maybe closer to over five, it didn't matter. I shouldn't be here, wasting my glorious Saturday day off to get him coffee.

"This is total bullshit," I sighed as I stuck the double coffees into a cardboard carrier and made my way for the door.

It was gorgeous outside and I had to pause to pull my sunglasses off the top of my head to cover my eyes from the glare. It was sunny, it was warm without being hot and there was a nice constant breeze. Basically the best kind of day to do nothing but, well nothing really. Scowling at the coffee in my hands I pushed the unlock button on my keys as I reached the car door. Sticking the coffee in it's holders on the passenger seat I popped the car into reverse and pulled out of the only Starbucks in the entire town.

Regardless of being miffed about having to run the errand I felt myself growing nervous as I got closer and closer to the place mom had given me the address for. It was a set, and there were going to be tons of people running around doing stuff for the film. And I didn't even know what my uncle was filming. No clue. And my mother had been no help in that department as she hadn't known either before she sent me out for the damn coffee. As I parked the car in some lot down the street I swallowed, trying to wet my drying throat as I shouldered my canvas bag and started walking towards the address.

The security was mild when I got to the area, all I had said was I was Telsie Saren and that I was bringing coffee to my uncle Gregory Sams, they had let me pass right on through. I hoped security was tighter than that and they had only just let me through because they had been told I was coming. Nodding my head at the next security looking person I passed I looked around at the scenery. People scurried too and fro, looking like they were on important missions. And as I watched people with important duties run around like they knew where they were going I realized I didn't. I was totally lost.

I finally tried stopping one of the bustling people to ask where my uncle was but they gave me a look like I was crazy for stopping them and then had rushed off to do whatever they had been about doing. Stupid people.

"You would think someone would stop and help me out," I sighed as I continued to wander around the set area.

I had no idea where to even begin to look for my uncle, I didn't even know what was being filmed let alone where his office would be set up. Scanning buildings and trailers I tried to figure out what was being shot that day as I meandered around, lost. It didn't help, nothing of what I saw gave away what it was.

Grumbling I watched my scuffed dirty Converse feet shuffle along the pavement below them till I almost ran into someone. Well not almost, I did run into them.

Looking up after I made sure the coffees were safe and not spilled I felt me eyes momentarily pop out of my head. The person I had run into was female, and a female with the largest, fake-est looking chest I had ever seen. Like I had seen some buxom women before, but this was outrageous. I drew my eyes off the large chest and up the face of the woman attached to them, the woman smiled at me. She looked sweet enough.

"You like? It's what I got hired for," the woman spoke in a heavy Swedish accent.

I tried not to laugh, or giggle at the accent. The accent mixed with the woman's chest and blonde hair made the images of Swedish milk maids dancing through a field pop into my mind. But then what the woman had said registered in my brain. What she had been hired for? I felt the color drain from my face a little as a look of pure and utter confusion washed over my features. My uncle wasn't filming something like that was he?

"I wonder what they hired you for?" the Swedish woman asked, looking as if she was really wondering.

I still stood there in utter shock, trying to figure out what my uncle was filming that a woman with the biggest breasts on the planet had been hired for. Confusion was the only thing registering in my brain so I had no control over anything when my mouth opened and spoke as if on it's own accord.

"You were hired for your breasts?" my mouth asked loudly, sounding shocked.

I felt myself cringe as my loud obnoxious question brought me back to reality. I knew I had been rude.

"Oh yeah. I play bimbo with fake tits who's obsessed with money. But hey, it's better than porno. So who are you acting as?" the Swedish woman asked, sounding nonplussed about my rudely blurted question.

Wait it wasn't a porno then? What? It was then that I realized that the woman had been trying to figure out who I had been hired to play in whatever my uncle was filming.

"Better to clear up this mess before it snowballs," I thought to myself as I went to open my mouth to tell the woman that I wasn't an actress but the niece of the producer.

But I never got the chance, out of nowhere a very put off looking person with a clipboard and official looking headset on popped up.

"You there. Sandra," the person shouted loudly, sounding none to happy.

I looked at the Swedish woman figuring the important looking shouting person was directing his voice at her.

"Sandra!" the man shouted again, sounding more ticked off.

I flicked her head at the woman but the woman simply shook her head quickly and curtly nodded at me. At me, Telsie. I turned on my heel slowly.

"Good god Sandra we've been looking all over for you," the man said, now standing at my elbow sounding even more out of breath and angry than before.

"But my name's Telsie," I started to explain.

I was confused, ever so confused.

"Whatever. You're late for wardrobe, hair and make up," the man barked and dragged me by the elbow after him.

I was so flabbergasted that all I could do was try and not spill the coffees still in my possession as the large chested Swedish woman waved goodbye sweetly to me. I knew that there was a big mistake, but I was too shocked to form words as I was being dragged through backstage areas full of bustling people, ropes of cord and large lights.

"Chase I've got her. Do what you can. And hurry!" the man shouted as I found myself being slammed to a halt, coffee still in hand.

"I'm, I'm," I stuttered, trying to explain who exactly I was, and who exactly I wasn't.

"No time, you're late. Director is not going to be happy if you hold up production anymore by flapping at the mouth," the angry man in the headset said before running off, barking orders into his mouth piece.

"Okay let's see what I have to work with. Hmm," the man I was now in the care off said as he walked quick circles around me, almost as if he was sizing me up.

I was still stunned speechless, and feeling a little awkward with being looked over like a prize horse. If the man checked my teeth at some point I might just find my stunned silent voice and scream. I had to tell someone about the obvious mix up.

"Hmm, you're not as tall as your paper said you were. Well I'll have to see what I can do. Sarah take these coffees and then peel her," the man said.

Out of nowhere a Hippie looking girl appeared and wrenched the coffees out of my clenched hands.

"No wait. I need those," I finally blurted.

"Sure hun, you can get coffee on our first break," the girl named Sarah said as she chucked my coffees into a nearby garbage can.

I cringed at the sound of them hitting the bottom. Those coffees were the cause of all of this. And so was my mother. But my grumbling was stopped by the feel of someone peeling off my hoodie and taking my purse off my shoulder.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I shouted as I jumped and tried to reach for my belongings no longer on my body.

"I'm peeling you down so we can get you into wardrobe as fast as possible. You're like two hours late and we're behind schedule. It's not usually like this but we're a bit crunched for time. But you should know how this goes," Sarah said as she took the sunglasses off of my head and placed them with the other stuff she was taking off me.

"But I'm not an actress. I'm, I'm just Telsie," I tried to explain, not having the words and knowing the woman was probably not even listening to me but I tried regardless.

"Uh huh," Sarah said absent mindedly as she put my things into a box labeled Sandra.

The name the man in the headset had called me.

I went to open my mouth to shout who I was and that there was a mix up when the man called Chase ran back into the room.

"Here, throw these on. Since they got your height wrong they probably got your shoe size wrong too, so just wear your own shoes, they're perfectly in character anyway," Chase said a mile a minute as clothes were thrown at me just as quick as his words.

I barely managed to catch the items before they hit the floor as they hit me in the face.

"Now move it. You've got five minutes before you're due in hair and make up," Chase shouted as he then went back the way he had come with the clothing.

I thought about protesting again and trying to talk some sense into someone but when I saw the look on Sarah's face I decided against it. Figuring it best to just put the clothes on and hopefully find someone in hair and make up more willing to listen as Sarah looked like she was more than willing to dress me herself if I didn't do it on my own. Stripping off my shirt I replaced it for the pale moss almost mint green t-shirt that said Brain Freeze across it in dark green lettering. It was one of those shirts that was either really well worn in and old, or made to look and feel that way. Wondering who I had been mistaken for I stripped off my jeans and replaced them for the loose fitting ones that seemed to have a frayed hole in one of the knees. I heard Sarah sigh and cluck her tongue disapprovingly and guessed that the girl must have seen the Fire Phoenix and Ice Bird tattoo that took up my left calf, the two opposite birds twined about each other on my skin. Guess my mistaken character wasn't suppose to have ink, good thing I was being shoved into jeans then huh? And good thing that was the only ink I had on my body.

Jeans on I straightened and kicked the toes of my shoes out from under the hem of the jeans. Right as I was about to wonder how I was suppose to keep the loose fitting jeans on my hips without constantly holding them a yellow canvas belt with silver slide buckle was thrust into my hands and I slipped it on. Buckled in and feeling better I saw another article of clothing being thrown in my face, a pale blue knit cardigan that looked well loved and thin with age. Or just manufactured to look that way.

"Keep it unbuttoned and follow me," Sarah said flatly as I took the garment.

Throwing it over my shoulders and shoving my arms through and pushing it up my forearms I followed the quick walking Sarah. Maybe the hair and make up people would listen better.
I followed blindly as Sarah wove in and out and around things at an almost break neck speed, hoping to not get lost.

"Here you go. Now don't distract them, you're due on set in fifteen minutes," Sarah said as she deposited me bodily in a brightly lit area full of make shift vanities.

"Sandra's here and on in fifteen," Sarah shouted and then disappeared as quickly as she had arrived.

"Oh sweet Jesus girl you are some late hun," a effeminate male voice.

I felt herself being pulled and then shoved into a chair that oddly enough felt like being at a salon. Go figure, this was hair and make up.

"Okay so you're hair color is perfect for character, no need to do a half assed dye job because you were late. But I suggest that after this shoot you change it, so hum drum," the voice said behind me.

I looked into the mirror at my hair. Hum drum? I liked my brown hair, my mother had always said it reminded her of perfectly creamed coffee, the color of rich espresso with just enough cream mixed in. On occasion I had been known to throw in streaks of random color now and again, but I had been going through a o' natural phase lately. I decided to try my luck on the flamboyant man playing with my hair who's mouth was full of salon hair clips.

"I'm not Sandra, I'm Telsie. There's been a mistake," I tried as the man worked quickly behind me.

"Uh huh, I believe you. Name's get mixed up here a lot, don't take offense," the man said without taking his eyes off of my hair.

"Well great. Thanks. Just not exactly what I was talking about," I thought to myself as the man started massaging product into my shoulder length hair.

"Right, but I'm not an actress. There's been a mistake," I tried to explain as the man rinsed his hands and dove for some other type of hair torture device.

"Good one," the man snorted, sounding like he couldn't believe anyone on a set where something was being filmed who deny that they were an actor as they sat in the hair and makeup chair.

I sighed and felt like crying from frustration. No one was listening, things were moving way to fast for me to comprehend and the whole thing was only getting worse. All I had wanted to do was deliver coffee to my uncle and then spend the rest of the day doing nothing outside. I watched in momentary defeat as the man simply took a small section of my hair from the side of my head above my ears and twisted it into a soft rope. He clipped it to the side of my head randomly and then did the same on the other side. I tried not to wince as the hair stylist took the two rope twisted pieces and brought then tight behind my head, pulled taught against the sides of my head and clipped them in place with a blue bar clip, the ends sticking up into a slight fan of hair behind her head. Who the hell had I been mistaken for?

My thoughts were disrupted as the hair stylist stood in front of me and fussed with the small soft short hairs around my face; pulling, tugging, smoothing and what have you till he was happy with his work.

"That will do with the time I have. Criss your turn," the man said, shouting the last part loud enough that I cringed.

The flamboyant hair stylist walked away and a grinning female covered in more tattoos than any biker I had ever seen took his place in front of me.

"Time to work you over," the girl grinned and then turned around for something.

I watched in horror and the wild looking female opened a giant silver looking tool case.

"Thank goodness your character isn't too hard," the girl said as she once again stood in front of me, blocking my view of my reflection in the mirror.

"But you don't understand," I started to explain when a loud overly cheerful voice interrupted.

"Oh thank goodness you're here, 'bout time. I just need a foundation touch up Criss, I'll do it myself," the cheerful happy voice said.

I turned her eyes to the side and saw a girl in a ridiculous cheerleaders outfit apply foundation to her flawless skin in one of the well lit mirrors.

"Kay Britney," Criss said as she worked on my face.

"But you don't get it. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not some actress, I'm just a normal girl," I pleaded as I felt an eyeliner pencil trace my eyes softly.

Brown by the looks of it.

"Oh how cute, she's already in character. I should get in character," the cheerleader dressed girl said before sitting down in one of the chairs and staring at her reflection as she presumably tried getting into character.

"You're really amazing, really convincing. Now close your eyes," Criss said as she brushed on eye shadow.

"But I'm not acting, I'm really just a normal girl," I tried explaining but knowing it pointless at this point.

No one was listening to me, everyone was so caught up in their own little worlds, in their tasks.

"Actually you're not just a normal girl, I believe if my character list is correct you're playing The Girl Next Door for the video," Criss said as she took a step back, makeup items still in hand as she looked my face over.

"What?" I shouted

"See, she's so in character. I'm jealous," the cheerleader pouted.

I mentally grunted, the girl was more in character than she probably knew. Either that or she had been one of those cheerleading types in a past life.

"See it says here. Pout your lips for me. That you're playing the Girl Next Door in the video," Criss said as she magically applied clear lip-gloss and held a paper up for me to see.

I ran my eyes down the paper, hoping for something that would explain things to. They said video, not film or movie. And girl next door?

"Explains the outfit," I thought as I realized that the paper would be no help as it was just a list of people's names next to character names.

Or character types really. And plain as day, next to the name Sandra it said Girl Next Door.

"Great. Too bad I'm Telsie and not Sandra," I thought grimly.

"Now take a look and tell me I am not amazing," Criss said triumphantly as she stepped back and let me finally see into the mirror.

I had to nod my head in agreement. For no matter how terrifyingly mixed up this crazy frustrating day was Criss had done an amazing job. I really looked like a girl that would be stereotyped as the girl next door on television. Not that I was far off from that in real life, but with the amount of makeup Criss had put on you couldn't see any of it really.

"This is so mixed up," I started to say but a loud shout about getting to set was called out.

"Time for you to go and time for me to breathe," Criss said as she took the cape off of my upper body that had been protecting my clothes from hair products and makeup spills.

I wanted to scream in frustration but was so confused about the turn of events that I just followed the girl in the cheerleaders outfit and hoped for the best on set. The director would have to see I wasn't whom everyone had mistaken me for, or at least that I lacked any and all acting skills. No matter how embarrassing it was going to be, my acting abilities would make it known right quick that I was no actress. First spill up a step would dissolve that silly notion from anyone's mind.

I found myself all of a sudden on a set that looked like it had been made for a block buster movie. It was immense and all lit up while the area I was still standing in, full of cameras and techies was dark.

"Oh my," I swallowed nervously.

"Okay quiet on set. You all know the script, you all know the deal. We're doing the neighborhood scene first, where's my girl next door?" a loud important voice said over a megaphone.

"She's right here," the cheerleader shouted and waved a hand around in the air and pointed down at my head.

The man with the megaphone motioned at me and I walked over to him.

"Huh you don't look like your pictures," the man said.

"Because I'm not," I said, feeling fed up.

"Oh well it happens, you'll do fine. So you know the idea, you're the girl next door that he's grown up with before he became famous. He's come back and realized he's fallen in love with you but you're still just the girl next door. You fall in love with him in the end despite who he is," the man said as if he knew what he was doing.

"Director," I thought to myself.

"Okay people, first scene," the man I pinned as the director shouted before turning back to me.

"Okay it's real simple. It's going to be the front of the house first, you're outside waiting for him to arrive, reading. He'll pull up in a car and get out. You wave like you haven't seen your best friend in a thousand years and hug him. Do what feels natural," the man said.

"Okay so maybe he's been the nicest person I've met yet, but he still doesn't seem to get who I am. Or he does and doesn't really care as long as he gets his shot," I thought to myself.

I felt a book shoved into my hand before I was bodily pushed onto the set, which now that I was on it I realized wasn't brightly lit, it was actual sunlight. Shielding my eyes I looked up and saw that the roof was missing and actual sun light was pouring in. Wondering why I was actually doing this and not just stopping production and shouting about the mix up I walked towards the front of the house. It was medium small sized brick house that I could tell was not really a facade but wasn't full house either. It had a porch and some chain fence on the sides of the what looked like real grass lawn full of flowers.

It felt unreal, surreal, as I walked up the stone path to the brick and wood porch, I could actually smell the live flowers planted around. It was so odd to be forced into acting on the set for a video that I had no idea about, walking through sets like an actor. Doing as I was told I sat down on the middle step and got comfortable.

"Do what seems natural," I thought of the director's words.

I lounged and cracked open the book, The Naked Ape. Well at least my Girl Next Door character wasn't a complete airhead. I tried to read the pages but the glare was too bright. Act natural he said.

"Uh, can I get some sunglasses?" I spoke up and raised my hand.

"Someone get her sunglasses," the director shouted as he approached the set.

"I'll let you have them, just do something with them, like throw them off when he arrives, so we can see your face and your reaction," the director said with a smile.

"Okay," I agreed.

My lack of acting was going to become apparent here soon.

"Who is he?" I asked as she took the sunglasses from Sarah, the wardrobe assistant and placed them on my eyes, pupils adjusting to the less painful light.

"He's the boy next door, your best friend gone and become famous," the director smiled like he knew something and then walked away.

Well he did know something I didn't, like everything that was going on. Sighing and swallowing the ostrich sized egg lump forming in my throat I went back to the book in my hands. The sunglasses helped. I heard "action" but was absorbed into the book too much to care, I was just acting normal.

"Remember he's suppose to be arriving but is running late," the director shouted.

I had no idea how they were able to shoot like that and have the director shout while filming yet it not be in the film. The art of shooting I guess, something I had never really thought much about.
Taking the hint I checked my watch that had been left on my wrist along with my other wooden bead and string bracelets. I looked out from my watch and shielded my eyes to check the road like I was waiting for a car. I sighed like I was aggravated and then went back to my book. I could hear "good, good" being called out by the director and thought maybe I wasn't as bad as I thought after all. But then I mentally scoffed at the thought, I knew how bad my acting was. I vaguely thought I heard someone shout "cue car" but was too wrapped up turning the page I had just read to pay much attention.

Much attention that is till the car actually pulled up on set, sun glaring off it's shiny black exterior.

"Whoa, a real car," I thought in shock as I looked over the top of my book at the car.

I waited, playing it off that it might not be the person I had been waiting for. As the back door opened I sat up on the step I had been lounging on put my book beside me, mentally saving the page in case they had to do this scene over again and I could continue reading. As a male body climbed out of the back and into the sun light I felt her heart dropping into my stomach and then rocketing into my throat.

"No. Way," I thought in shock.

The male stood up, black hair going this way and that, a thin red hoodie hanging close to his body and tight black jeans clinging to his legs. A giant goofy grin was on his face as he walked towards the front gate to the little lawn and pushed it open, opening his arms wide like he expected a hug.

"Oh yeah, we're suppose to be best friends that haven't seen each other in a long time. I'm suppose to act naturally. Fuck that now," I thought.

"Miss me?" the male asked as he took his sunglasses off his eyes with one hand, arms still held out.

"Act naturally, act naturally. Think of this being Jonah back in high school," I repeated mentally.

That in mind it made things more natural. Standing I took my sunglasses off my face like he had done, putting a skeptical look on my face I opened my mouth.

"Frank?" I questioned, the shock and wonder being real and nowhere near an act.

Frank nodded his head yes. Playing this off as one of my best male friends from high school I grinned a stupid shit eating grin and hopped off the steps, making to run at him at the end of the yard. As I ran I let my sunglasses fall from my hand and then leapt at him in a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I missed you," Frank muttered, but loud enough that a sound boom.

"Guess that had been scripted," I thought.

"I don't know my lines," I whispered into Frank's hair.

"Just go with it, this director loves to addlib," Frank whispered back.

I sighed a little.

"Next time don't be gone so long or I'll be forced to find a replacement," I teased as I dropped out of the hug.

Frank ruffled my hair playfully and then gently nudged me towards the front of the house. Taking the silent hint I made to walk towards the front steps, acting as if me and Frank would go into my house. I took a few steps and then stopped when I noticed he wasn't behind me. I turned with a smile to see why he wasn't following me as he had been the one who had nudged me forward. Looking at his face I caught the remainder of some emotion passing across his face before he grinned at me.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" I shouted for some reason, not knowing where it came from other than that me and my friends use to do it.

I saw Frank crouch down and took that as my cue. With a laugh I took off down the rest of the path, hoping to make it up the steps first. In one piece. And I almost did, till I came to the last step. I felt my foot catch on the lip of the top step and knew I was going down. I braced for impact but startled when I felt arms wrap around my waist and keeping me from eating fake wooden porch.

"Still lack all grace I see," Frank said, addlibing.

I stuck my tongue out at him in protest and made an "oh" face as I saw him grin evilly and then drop me ungracefully onto the porch. I let out an oomph of rushed air and heard the director happily shout "cut" loudly. Getting up I made a mad dash at the man who had dropped me and tackled him as he stood on the porch.

"Ahh, director said cut! Don't kill me," Frank said playfully.

"I know he did. That was for dropping me," I said before letting go of him and walking off to find someone with water.

Or someone who could point me towards water. So filming a video indeed. And any video with the infamous Frank Iero in it could only mean one thing.

***

"How many times are we going to have to film this scene?" I grumbled as I stood in the kitchen of the house we were filming in.

Just like the front of the house from before this was a partial facade, made up to look like someone had lived in it for years. I hadn't had the time to tell anyone about the mistake yet, no one. We had just done scene after scene. Well more like two scenes, repeatedly. Something wasn't clicking for the director like the first scene had so we were forced to do this till it killed us. But hey not my fault, I'm not an actress and never claimed to be.

"We have to do it till it's done right. You know how it goes," Frank said cheerfully as he smiled at him.

"Action," the director called.

"If you only knew how wrong you are," I thought at Frank as I smiled back at him.

I couldn't help it, no matter how tired I was, nor how frustrated I was for being forced to do this because no one would listen, Frank's smile was just contagious. His mouth seemed to be made for smiling.

"You're cooking hasn't improved," Frank said his line.

He knew his. I didn't. Duh. I had been prompted with the lines I was suppose to say earlier after our first failed attempt. We were standing in the kitchen and we were suppose to making food together. It was real ingredients but we weren't really suppose to cook, just make it look like we were. I got an idea and grinned, tired of hearing about how awful my character's cooking was when in real life I was a fantastic cook. I opened up the container that said flour on it and dipped my hand into the white powder, they had really made sure it was real. I took my little bit of flour and tossed it at Frank.

"That's what you get for complaining about my cooking. You cook if it's so bad," I said at Frank's stunned looking face.

He said I could addlib and so I was.

When Frank didn't respond I tried thinking about how I could fix the scene and get back on track for the few lines I had to say. And when I say few, I really meant only a few, I had like only three. I was brought out of my thinking when something hit me in the face. Stunned I looked down at the counter. A sliced green pepper we had cut up. I looked up at Frank and saw him grinning at me and looking triumphant.

"You know I can't cook," Frank said back.

That wasn't one of his lines. Guess he was addlibbing like I was. I scoffed loudly as I picked up a baby carrot and chucked it at him. He ducked.

"You're so gonna eat it," Frank called out as he popped back up out of his ducked position.

I squealed a little and tried dodging his next flying food item. No such luck. The tomato slice hit me in the shoulder. I dove for some flour as I peeled the wet tomato off of me, this should make for a good projectile. Grinning and laughing I tossed my sloppy lumpy mess at Frank. It was so easy, addlibing like this with him. In my head he wasn't Frank Iero, he was Jonah or one of my other best guy friends from high school. We did this stuff all the time and all I had to do was what the director had first said, act naturally. So when Frank got hit with the mess I giggled and then dodged as he made to chase around the kitchen at me.

I lost track of time as Frank and I tossed food items at one another around the kitchen, I was completely unaware of of everything around us. The tall lights weren't there, neither were the sound booms or camera men. None of it.

I shrieked when I felt Frank wrap his arms around my waist. We were gross and covered in flour and other odds and ends of food items.

"Uncle, uncle!" I shouted in defeat as Frank had started to tickle me.

"Cut!" I heard the director shout and the music stopped.

Oh yeah did I mention that this was for a music video yet? So the song was being played out over and over again, certain parts for certain scenes. It's why I felt so bad for addlibing as it wasn't in time with the music.

"That was amazing! Do that every scene and we'll be done quicker then we thought, even with your late start Sandra," the director said approvingly.

"My name's," I started to explain one last time.

"Telsie!" I heard a loud voice boom from somewhere behind the camera men.

Oh no.

"Telsie what the hell are you doing on set?" I heard the voice boom as it got closer.

The person finally stepped onto the set where we were standing with the director.

"Hey uncle Greg," I said sheepishly.

"Uncle Greg?" both the director and Frank said in unison.

"I got worried when you didn't turn up with my coffee and called your mother. She's been calling you cell phone like a mad woman," my uncle said as he rolled his eyes at the comment about my mother.

He had always said my mother was too uptight. Well always said when he was around, which was not too often as his life kept him busy. And I hadn't really seen him in over five years too.

"I got lost bringing you your coffee and then was mistaken for Sandra," I offered as I wiped ick off my face.

"Mistaken? Why didn't you try telling someone?" my uncle asked.

I sighed and then groaned at the memories of trying.

"I did try, do you think I'm stupid? But no one listened to me, it was all rush rush, do this, change into this, makeup, hair, blah blah blah. No one would believe me or let me get a full thought out. They thought I was in character!" I exasperated as I threw my hands up into the air.

"What am I going to do with you child of my sister?" my uncle sighed as he shook his head.

"Uncle Greg, I haven't been a child in a long time," I offered softly, knowing this was giving him a headache.

"Has Sandra shown up yet?" my uncle asked, more to the director then to me.

"Let me check," the director said before turning his back and talking into his headset.

"No," the director said after he listened into his headset.

"We'll just have to postpone the shoot till she gets here," my uncle sighed and shook his head.

"Why can't we just use Telsie? Telsie right?" Frank finally piped up, the last question being directed at me.

I nodded to him that he had gotten my name right. The first person all day besides my uncle.

"I would like to continue to use your niece if that's alright. We've shot so many scenes already today and they've been perfect. For the most part," the director said, obviously remembering the multiple takes of the few scenes we had to do.

A hundred times.

"They have good chemistry on set and I don't want to have to kill production anymore by having to wait for the real Sandra to show up to redo the scenes," the director added as an after thought.

"We have good chemistry? If you call food fights and tripping up stairs good chemistry," I thought doubtfully to myself.

"I like her, and I don't know what the other guys would say to having to push things around waiting for a no show actress who couldn't keep a scheduled shoot," Frank said, adding his two cents.

"You up for this Telsie? You've never liked acting much, always said you were awful," my uncle asked.

"You've never acted?" the director blurted.

"Nope. And if that doesn't sway your decision I'd love to stay as long as you keep in mind I'm a horrible actress," I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.

My lack of acting was no big issue with me, I knew it, my family knew it, my friends knew it. It never really bothered me much. I was more geared toward science anyway in school. Not acting.

"I'll keep you if you keep giving me scenes like you have. And we're scratching the script for the most part now. I'll give you direction on what has to happen but I want nothing but addlibing, just act natural. I'll shoot and get everything I need and then we can work on cutting it later," the director said with an appreciative smile.

"Done," my uncle said.

And then he turned and left. My uncle was never one for drawing things out too long.

"You two go back to wardrobe, hair and makeup to get cleaned up. I want to do a few outside scenes, some back inside the house and then we'll move from there. No lines except for what you add, the music is really important, not your words," the director said before walking off set.

"Shall we Telsie?" Frank asked as he turned towards where wardrobe and everything must be.

I had no idea where anything was.

"I think we shall. You have no idea how good it feels to have someone call me by my real name," I sighed as I walked beside him, letting him lead me to where we needed to go.

Frank simply laughed as he stepped over a coil of cords.

Notes

Okay so I was in the mood for cliche in a big freaking way when I wrote this.
It's all nothing but FLUFF in a big big way.
So if you're not in the mood for fluff then I would suggest reading something else.

Also, this was written a long time ago so I haven't been writing this instead of Jersey's Voice I swear!!!