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Studio session in the afternoon. Game in the evening. Sounded like the kind of day that started going and then forgot how to stop. Much like her own shift at work, a ride that went on and on and on. . . Until every last bit of energy was zapped from the body. That said, he does -
yep, she's telling him. missing birthdays and shit for away games, performances, whatever.
he got in shit from his coach once for missing a practice when his mum was in hospital dying of cancer, so that was fun. he was ten fucking years old.
( he changed clubs shortly โ
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"Am I?"
Her smile warmed, even if it got somewhat smaller. She had never thought of the way she phrased things outside of interviews; but she supposed there /was/ a musical quality to her latest words.
"Must have gotten inspired by all the scripts I've ready lately."
But -
He gained a wistful tone when speaking of Italy. A warmth to his words that was difficult to find in any other topic. He was always proud of his roots, but more than that, he spoke of them with a love that almost made her feel nostalgic for Italy, too, even though she'd rarely -
Wider audiences eat up the headlines about the life of an actor. Premieres. Interviews. Photoshoots. Film festivals. Curated pictures on Instagram. They live under the illusion of glamour, ignore the parts of entertainment that overlap with any other job. Early mornings. -
"Just about. I don't know how many times I can answer how it feels to finally share the project with the rest of the world." She'd never stopped to think about how it may be in hockey, but it fell right in line that any person in the public eye faced the exact same tribulations -
"It's endless flashes that make you sure you might go blind and at least a dozen different people shoving mics in your face to catch a good fifteen seconds of interview to publish on their Instagram pages. But at least if you come with me you'll have a good dozen pictures -
Laura's back straightened some at that, a smile easily crawling its way up to her lips. "Well, hopefully if you /do/ get some time in the coming months, you'll get to see this one. Not that I'm doing self-publicity or anything."
"That's what I said! But they threw that suggestion right in the bin. Said my character would be the type to wear high heels anyway. Curse of playing an executive."
She chuckled at the guess.
"Kind of. They did me the dishonor of hiring a tree of a man for a co-star and then deciding that big of a height gap didn't look very well on camera."
"Seat's all open."
She huddled over to the side.
"Long day. Long scenes. Someone in the costume department thought it'd be a grand idea to give me the longest fucking heels in history and โ well." She chuckled. "I guess I'm lucky /that/ is my problem today."
Recognition confirmed.
"Depends on what kind of corners you look in." She glanced up to John, John Stewart with a small smile โ though exhausted, she supposed there was no harm in making conversation while she waited. "Me? No, no. I have an Uber coming by. Just had a long -
"Oh my God." John said.
Despite being in the presence ( the ) Laura Foster, John was pretty calm. He was never one to freak out or let himself get carried away.
"I thought it was an exaggeration when they say you can find someone famous on every corner in this town." He mused.+
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She's gonna have to ask for a change in outfit for the next scene. Those heels killed her feet. Laura moves to take a seat by the bench, noting the man โ regular man who ogles anything that walks past him, or recognition? It rather feels like the latter. He looks surprised.
"I'll have to invite you to my next premiere."
Laura straps her seatbelt tight. Out of all the vehicles she's ridden in her life, she must admit a truck this size is a first for her as well.
Turning back to Teddy, she chuckles.
"For you? I think I can manage a coffee and as -
"You know, limo's not a bad method of transportation."
But his prompt to join breaks her out of her daze. Laura slings the purse back onto her shoulder and climbs on, chuckling.
"How much do I owe you for the ride?"