Kristy looked at her surroundings in awe. The people bustled around the beach, fixing the sand. There were people pushing sand around with a rake, to arrange it just so. She glanced down at her body, and pulled the bathrobe tighter. The skimpy blue string bikini barely covered her skin, and Kristy felt terribly self conscious. "Uh..." she tried to attract someone's attention, unsure of who was who. Spotting Noble, the director, she grabbed his sleeve. "Do I have to wear this?" she asked him uncomfortably. He looked her body up and down. "You look fine" Noble told her, confused. "But I don't feel fine" Kristy told him gesturing at her scantily clad body. "This is not how I’d look in real life, I might wear a bikini, but not one THIS small. Why should I look like this in my first video......I'd rather look more like myself, and be covered a little bit more, yah know?" "But-" "Please Noble" Kristy begged. “I don’t-“ “PLEASE!” "Uh, If you wanna change...go to wardrobe, and pick something I guess. Maybe Julianna can help you...she’s-she's good at that…that's...I’ve got to go, be ready in 5 minutes, okay?" he told her distractedly. Kristy nodded relieved, and scurried over to the wardrobe tent. She emerged a few minutes later in little jean cutoff’s, with a green halter style swim top and a bottom under the shorts. “This is certainly better than before” Kristy thought to herself. “Could be better, but hey?” A high pitched whistle went off, and everyone looked for the source. Noble was perched on top of a table. “People, we’re starting to shoot in about 1 minute. I want mobile lighting crew to get their asses over here, and uh, set construction finish building the platform in that water tank, and set up the ocean camera’s. Kristy, get over here now, and let’s hopefully(he crossed his fingers here, and glanced skyward) have a great shoot!" He climbed off of the table, and brushed the sand off of his pants. When Kristy arrived, she was positioned, then repositioned, then she had a make-up touch up. After about half an hour of this, the camera was ready to roll. Kristy sat just in from the water’s edge, and her whole lower half was submerged. Despite the warm pacific sun, there was a chilly breeze. The cool water splashed over her legs, causing her whole body to recoil. “No reactions Kristy” Noble called from the opposite side of the camera, and she forced herself to maintain composure. The music started, and Kristy mouthed along silently shivering. After 3 hours of freezing her butt off, they were finally ready to move into the next stage of shooting. Kristy, and 10 dancers were to start off dancing in about waist high water, but Kristy would also be filmed in a separate tank with a platform that raised her from waist deep to ankle deep in the water, so she would be above the dancers. “I’m already a wrinkled prune” Kristy laughed with Alison, one of her dancers, “Why not a little more?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The sun faded beneath the horizon and people squished onto the sand. There were around 100 extras packed into a 10x10 foot area, dancing like crazy. Two men stood off camera and turned on the huge hoses spraying the whole crowd with icy water. Kristy was right in front of the camera, dancing with these two Italian guys that didn’t speak english. She was decked out in two inch heels, and a short orange tube dress. Her hair was pulled back into a spiky ponytail, and her face was covered in waaay more makeup than she had ever worn in her life. But over all it looked cool. It was 4:30 in the morning when they finished shooting, almost 18 hours after they’d started. They were going to be working through the night, well into the morning to edit it to the satisfaction of Kristy, Noble, the producers, and the record execs. Basically, the night was still young, Kristy blinked sleepily, and downed another cup of coffee. The sun glared down at them now, and it was mid-morning, about 8:30. She crowded around the monitor, and the “final” cut started to roll. It started with a wide angle view of the beach, water splashing gently over the shoreline, with the opening bars of the music playing. It then flashed to a shot of Kristy that she wasn’t even aware existed. It was her fooling around in the water, splashing the camera, and jumping around. A drum beat thumped quickly, and the picture switched to Kristy sitting in the water singing. “Wow” she thought to herself, too tired to pay close attention to the video. “That’s better than I thought it would be” “So, are we happy?” Jason, the editor asked when the video was finished. One by one, heads nodded until all eyes rested on Kristy. “What about you Kristy?” Silence. “Kristy?” The guy sitting down beside Kristy elbowed her in the gut, and she bolted upright. “Huh?” she asked, confused. “The video” Noble practically shouted. The whole atmosphere was tense, as everyone was exhausted. “D-O Y-O-U L-I-K-E I-T??” Too sleepy to care, and too overworked to argue, she nodded. “Whatever. Just gimme a ride to the hotel, and a bed, and I’m a shiny happy person.” Everyone looked at her blankly. Pissed off, Kristy slammed her fist down on the table, rattling the bazillion empty coffee mugs. “DO IT!” she yelled, and two assistants scurried off. “Honey” Julianna bustled over to Kristy. “Honey, come on, you’re making a scene.” Kristy massaged her head, trying to rid herself of the already enormous headache which threatened every moment to intensify. “Kristy, darling, are you alright?” Kristy peered up at the pudgy lady, and began to see double vision. “I…….” she mustered. “I need to lay down. I want sleep. I need rest. I need a warm bed with a cool pillow” her breathing was haggard now, and her eye’s bloodshot. “I want to go back on the bus, and I wanna see Nick for a while. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I just want to go, and I want to spend some time with all my friends. I need my friends. I need-I need rest. I need-need…need……” and with that, Kristy passed out.
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