5.

The director didn’t seem too concerned with Lola. “This was to be expected from her.” He said with a satisfied grin. Did he really not see how much this movie was hurting her? The Mentor only looked at the screen that showed the scenes over and over. As long as the results were good, she was fine with anything. I was a bit unsure of what I should do; should I go to her and apologize for touching her that way? Or should I give her some space? Still not sure I grabbed something to drink and decided to wait for her to leave her dressing room. “The sponsor will be visiting us tomorrow.” I heard the Director say to the mentor, and the woman nodded. “I don’t see how there can be difficulties when we’re at a position like this.” They only saw this as a business, I had always seen this as a business, and never had I expected to see that it was so much more.
The moment that Lola left the building I could notice she didn’t want me anywhere near her, so I didn’t make a move. I waited for a short while, looking at all the different sets the big hall stalled, and then I left. I lived in a big villa, white, with a marble hall way, a big stair case that led to the bedrooms of me and the rest of my family, and in the yard a swimming pool. My mother kept complaining about how the house was too small, how it had to be bigger, how we needed security, if she had her way she probably would’ve built the house out of gold, just to show-off to her so-called friends.
In my room I jumped onto the bed and took my script. For the first time I read it, I read the full script and not just the words.