Love Unscripted
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“Jake, please send someone for my parents. I want them here with Taryn,” Ryan requested. “You should be okay here. No heckling!” He kissed my forehead before rushing away.
I was hiding off to the side of the one wall, trying to stay out of the way. Thick black electrical cords twisted and twined all over the floors. There were bright lights, scaffolding, and all kinds of gadgets everywhere. I was petrified that I might accidentally bump something expensive or someone important. People were hustling all around me. Some were wearing headphones or carrying a piece of technical equipment. Clipboards, cameras, lighting adjustments, it was like random chaos all around.
I felt a hand touch my back and realized that Ryan’s mom was next to me now.
“Overwhelming, isn’t it?” she asked. I was in a daze watching it all unfold around me.
A woman wearing headphones around her neck approached us. “Hi! Welcome! You may want to move over there to get a better view. Come with me.”
I looked around for Ryan; he was standing with several men and they were all moving their arms in the air, like they were discussing how Ryan should throw his punch. It appeared to be a rehearsal before they filmed the scene. An older man, who was short, almost bald, wearing headphones around his neck and carrying some device that looked like a small telescope stepped over to talk to Ryan.
“That’s the director,” his dad said.
Ryan spent a good amount of time nodding and discussing how he was supposed to move.
“I think that guy to Ryan’s left is the stunt coordinator.”
I was glad his father was standing behind me explaining things. I had no idea who any of these people were.
I heard someone yell “quiet on the set.” I tried not to breathe.
I watched a man hold the clapper board out in front of the camera.
Ryan took his position in the fake room. I could see his image on three small video screens near the director.
“Rolling,” someone else yelled.
“Action,” the director called out.
Ryan took a few steps and then was attacked by a man in a cloak. Ryan threw a right hook and a cord pulled the man he punched back onto a pile of foam.
Was that it? Everyone was mingling around on the set again. I looked at his father. “Did they just film that?”
Bill smiled at me. “I think so.”
Ryan had to get back into position and then he fought the same man again. It took them almost an hour to film this one particular scene. They shot it from so many different angles.
The only time I knew when they weren’t filming was when the makeup artist was touching up his face. I was constantly wondering how everyone knew what was going on. Either you had a job where you had to run around and scramble or your job was to stand around and look important.
“Hey girl! I heard you were here.” Kat gave me a hug.
“Hey Kat! Oh, it’s good to see you!” I was relieved to see another familiar face in this chaos.
“Hi Ellen, Bill! Here to see your boy in action, huh? What’s he doing now?” Kat looked around to see where Ryan was. “Oh, great. Make way for the queen.”
I saw Suzanne walk through another entrance. Of course she glanced over to see that I was standing there. Her eyes opened wider once she saw me.
“You’re going to be cool with this, right?” Kat bumped my arm. “He has to, um, kiss her now. Yuk! You don’t have to look if you think it might bother you.”
In reality I wanted to see this. I needed to have this experience of seeing him… act. “I’ll be all right,” I murmured.
Suzanne seemed unfazed that I was there; actually she seemed to be in a good mood. She was laughing and sort of carrying on with Ryan. He laughed too at whatever she said. It was a relief to know that their relationship wasn’t totally ruined because of me.
After what seemed to be an extraordinary long time they finally got into their positions to film the scene. Ryan’s eyes locked on mine for a moment; it was like he was trying to send me a message telepathically. I knew what was coming next.
I was too far away to hear the dialogue that they exchanged, but the scene involved Ryan to still appear bruised and bloodied. He grabbed the upper part of her arms and they seemed to fight each other. She wasn’t supposed to like the grip he had on her. She reached up to slap him in the face and he grabbed her by the wrist. I remembered when we played pool that very first day; how I tried to teasingly nudge him and he caught me the same way in mid air around my wrist.
With his other hand he grabbed her around the back of her neck and forcefully pulled her in for a kiss. After a brief second of her fighting it, she surrendered to his lips.
I was hiding off to the side of the one wall, trying to stay out of the way. Thick black electrical cords twisted and twined all over the floors. There were bright lights, scaffolding, and all kinds of gadgets everywhere. I was petrified that I might accidentally bump something expensive or someone important. People were hustling all around me. Some were wearing headphones or carrying a piece of technical equipment. Clipboards, cameras, lighting adjustments, it was like random chaos all around.
I felt a hand touch my back and realized that Ryan’s mom was next to me now.
“Overwhelming, isn’t it?” she asked. I was in a daze watching it all unfold around me.
A woman wearing headphones around her neck approached us. “Hi! Welcome! You may want to move over there to get a better view. Come with me.”
I looked around for Ryan; he was standing with several men and they were all moving their arms in the air, like they were discussing how Ryan should throw his punch. It appeared to be a rehearsal before they filmed the scene. An older man, who was short, almost bald, wearing headphones around his neck and carrying some device that looked like a small telescope stepped over to talk to Ryan.
“That’s the director,” his dad said.
Ryan spent a good amount of time nodding and discussing how he was supposed to move.
“I think that guy to Ryan’s left is the stunt coordinator.”
I was glad his father was standing behind me explaining things. I had no idea who any of these people were.
I heard someone yell “quiet on the set.” I tried not to breathe.
I watched a man hold the clapper board out in front of the camera.
Ryan took his position in the fake room. I could see his image on three small video screens near the director.
“Rolling,” someone else yelled.
“Action,” the director called out.
Ryan took a few steps and then was attacked by a man in a cloak. Ryan threw a right hook and a cord pulled the man he punched back onto a pile of foam.
Was that it? Everyone was mingling around on the set again. I looked at his father. “Did they just film that?”
Bill smiled at me. “I think so.”
Ryan had to get back into position and then he fought the same man again. It took them almost an hour to film this one particular scene. They shot it from so many different angles.
The only time I knew when they weren’t filming was when the makeup artist was touching up his face. I was constantly wondering how everyone knew what was going on. Either you had a job where you had to run around and scramble or your job was to stand around and look important.
“Hey girl! I heard you were here.” Kat gave me a hug.
“Hey Kat! Oh, it’s good to see you!” I was relieved to see another familiar face in this chaos.
“Hi Ellen, Bill! Here to see your boy in action, huh? What’s he doing now?” Kat looked around to see where Ryan was. “Oh, great. Make way for the queen.”
I saw Suzanne walk through another entrance. Of course she glanced over to see that I was standing there. Her eyes opened wider once she saw me.
“You’re going to be cool with this, right?” Kat bumped my arm. “He has to, um, kiss her now. Yuk! You don’t have to look if you think it might bother you.”
In reality I wanted to see this. I needed to have this experience of seeing him… act. “I’ll be all right,” I murmured.
Suzanne seemed unfazed that I was there; actually she seemed to be in a good mood. She was laughing and sort of carrying on with Ryan. He laughed too at whatever she said. It was a relief to know that their relationship wasn’t totally ruined because of me.
After what seemed to be an extraordinary long time they finally got into their positions to film the scene. Ryan’s eyes locked on mine for a moment; it was like he was trying to send me a message telepathically. I knew what was coming next.
I was too far away to hear the dialogue that they exchanged, but the scene involved Ryan to still appear bruised and bloodied. He grabbed the upper part of her arms and they seemed to fight each other. She wasn’t supposed to like the grip he had on her. She reached up to slap him in the face and he grabbed her by the wrist. I remembered when we played pool that very first day; how I tried to teasingly nudge him and he caught me the same way in mid air around my wrist.
With his other hand he grabbed her around the back of her neck and forcefully pulled her in for a kiss. After a brief second of her fighting it, she surrendered to his lips.
