Olivine Sherbet – Chapter Two

Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long, but the term ‘better late than never’ springs to mind. I’ve been so busy with work and (failing) my driving test that sims hadn’t been my main concern. Until the most wonderful boyfriend ever bought me Showtime. I’ve been playing a perfect genes challenge for fun and I can’t wait to put the expansion pack work in here!
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He hasn’t called. It’s been three whole days and he hasn’t called. That jerk! Set me up and throw me right back down. Well, okay he never actually said he wanted to go out but still. Damn, I’m a fool. I shouldn’t have called. I just knew I shouldn’t have called!

“Are you panicking again?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve made a right old fool of myself”

“He might just be busy, he is a director after all”
“I guess”
“Don’t let it get to you kid”
“I suppose…”

That noise. The phone. The phone is ringing!

“Are you going to answer it?!”
“I… I…”
“Answer the damn phone!”

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Olivine Sherbet?”

“This is she. Yeah. Uh huh. Really?! That’s fantastic! I’ll be there at eight! You won’t regret it!”

“Well?”
“Say hello to bus passenger number three!”
“That’s my girl!”
“It’s not much, but it’s a foot in the door”
“Hell yeah it is, you’ll be a star in no time. Oh Berry look at the time, I’ve got to get ready for work”
“Yeah, celebratory smoothie?”
“Not on your life kid”

***

“You promised you’d never come in here”
“And I lied”
“Hmpfh”

I got a job. Me! I’m really pleased with my achievements. So what, it’s ten words. But the clip of me on the bus could be the clip that’s shown in those tacky television shows which show where the stars began. It’s something. It’s money. But none of that can hide my disappointment. Yeah, he’s a creep but I was really looking forward to going out with Onyx. It would have been a pleasant change than sitting alone with ice cream and bad movies. Suppose you can’t win them all.

“Berry Sweet Smoothie Shack, Paradise speaking. Who? I’m sorry she doesn’t work here. She’s a customer yeah, can I ask who’s calling? Who? Oh. YO OLIVINE, CALL FOR YA!”
“Me?”

“Hello?”

“Hi Olivine, long time no see. It’s Onyx”
“Oh, hi. How did you know…”
“I got your message this morning, so when were you thinking of meeting up?”
“I left that message three days ago, I’m busy now”
“Too busy to meet with me?”
“Yes, I got the job at the studio”
“Oh good, so I’ll see you tomorrow then”
“I’ll see you when? Hello? Hello?!”

“So, what did I tell you?”
“He’s my frickin’ boss!”
“You’re kidding me!”

Why do I feel awkward? It’s not like we dated or anything, he washed my shirt. That’s all he did. Maybe it’s just because I’m attracted to him. No wait, I didn’t just say that. Oh jeez. If anyone could hear my thoughts right now. I’m just being silly. I’ve got to get focused. Tomorrow is the big day!

***

“Okay Olivine, we’re filming infront of the green screen today. All you have to do is say the line you rehearsed. You ready?”

“Ready as ever”

“Okay, and ACTION!”

“Sorry honey, you can’t sit there, that seat is taken”
“Oh. Sorry to trouble you ma’am”

“CUT. Perfect. Okay we’ll film the non-dialogue scenes and get this wrapped up. We’ll do another take for lighting”

That was it? That was easy! Easiest £300 I’ve made so far. The bell rang, I got off set and made my way to the door. Home free. Kaching. Ding ding ding.

“Olivine?”

Damn, I thought that was too easy.

“Hi Onyx”
“Look, I lied on the phone. I’ve just been mega swamped and I didn’t want to…”
“It’s fine. I know you’re busy. I’ve gotta go”

“Wait”

“What?”
“I was the one who got you the part”
“I don’t need your help Onyx, but I appreciate it. This time”
“Cool. Erm. Look, do you want to go get a drink?”

Do I want a drink with him? Yesterday I did, today I’m not so sure. He is a jerk afterall.

“I… erm, as friends?”
“As whatever you want it to be”
“Sure, you can call me about it”

***

What to wear? How should I do my hair? Up or down? How should I do my makeup? Stop it Olivine, this is not a date. This is a meeting with a director. That first job was way too easy, this won’t just be the foot in the door, this will be the gigantic ass in the door.

“Knock knock”

“So, you decided what to wear?

“It’s not important, it isn’t a date”
“I call bulls-”
“It’s not a date!”

Okay, mabye it is. But I was hardly about to admit that. Onyx isn’t the worst guy I’ve met, he is kind of cute I guess.

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“So what made you want to be an actress?”
“I don’t really know. Always been a dream of mine. Ever since I was a kid”
“Oh, that sounds awesome. I admire… erm I don’t want to alarm you but there’s a lady looking at you”

“Yoohoo!”

“I am so embarrassed”
“Nah, don’t be, come on let’s dance. It’ll give them something to look at”

“You’re a great dancer Onyx”
“You’re not so bad yourself”
“So when are you working next?”
“Tomorrow, Heart and Soul is one heck of a show with one heck of a schedule. Why don’t you come back to the studio tomorrow, my treat?”
“You serious?!”
“Of course, you might even get scouted”
“I wish!”

“I had a great night tonight”
“I’m glad, you looked like you needed it Olivine”
“Call me Ol”
“Okay, Ol. So, erm”

This is it. This is the moment. I get to kiss him! No wait, I shouldn’t be excited. I am not attracted to him. I am not attracted to him… oh who am I kidding. Kiss me you fool!

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ll swing by at 11″

What the hell?! Did that just happen? Wait, what time is it? Oh boy am I a fool today.
“Ol! What’s wrong?”

“He isn’t attracted to me”
“And… are you attracted to him?”
“Yes. I mean no. I mean. I don’t know!”
“Well what was he saying to you, you looked thrilled as hell on the dancefloor”

“He asked if I wanted to go to the set tomorrow”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“I don’t know”

“Want to walk home and get a pizza on the way?”
“I’d love that”

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I’d like to thank Simpter for the Berry Sweet Smoothie Shack, it came in very handy! And as much as I tried to get the phone on community lot hack to work it was having none of it, so I hope you all enjoyed the  makeshift phone booth

Olivine Sherbet – Chapter One

Authors Note: I am so excited for this! I know how bad I’ve been with starting stories and then leaving them to die, but I’ve had a different way of writing this, and I’ve got a plan written down instead of in the back of my head. When you get chance, check out the about section and look out for the downloads section in the next few days. Okay now that is out of the way, I’d like to thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy
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Isn’t it funny how life turns out? Just three years ago I was living rough, trying to survive. But I’m here now. Here, living life. I have something to live for. My name is Olivine. Olivine Sherbet. I grew up in Zephyr Hills, and to be honest I didn’t have a great childhood. My parents were abusive to each other, and then to us. I’m one of three children. I haven’t seen my twin brothers since I left home.

If I stayed there, I don’t know how life would have turned out for me. Unfortunately I had to live it rough here in Sugar Valley. I guess moving out on my own two feet with no money was a pretty stupid idea. But enough about that, the past is the past for a reason and I don’t want to revisit it anytime soon. Thank Berry I met Paradise.

“Yo, Ol. Are you gonna clean up your mess or what?!”

“Sorry, world of my own”
“You’re lucky I let you live here rent free”
“Yeah yeah, this again”
“Any closer on that job yet?”
“Working on it!”

I got lucky. Very lucky. I don’t think I’d have survived without Paradise. No, I know I wouldn’t have.
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Six Months Earlier

“Fetch Mango! Go get it boy!”

“Mango?!”

“Mango, what are you doing boy?”

“What are you…”

“Oh my goodness, are you okay? What are you doing here?!”

“Having a tea party, what does it look like?”

“Shouldn’t you be at home?”
“You’re standing in it”
“Oh. Look you shouldn’t be here”
“What’s it to you?”
“Come with me, I have a spa-”

“I don’t need charity lady, I’m going to make it big, I’m going to be a star!”

“Well you can hardly be a star looking like crap now can you, please just come to mine. One night, we’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll help you look for work. Please”

“Just one night, I’m not a freeloader”
“I know you aren’t. Geez, what have you been drinking? Come on, let’s get going. It’s not far from here”
“I’m Olivine by the way, and I won’t be staying long”
“Nice to meet you, Paradise… Come on Mango, we’re off home”

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“Hey there’s one here for a bit part in a TV drama”
“What’s the part?”
“Bus passenger number three”
“Wow, I’ll make a fortune”

“But it’ll be something, and everyone needs their foot in the door”

“Suppose. Okay put my name down for it”
“Already did, just thinking about you kid”
“Totally. Look I’m gonna need some money for headshots”
“Again?!”

“The internet says they have to be updated every six months! I have to look good otherwise nobody will hire me!”
“Awh man, how much?”
“About 250”

“I don’t know why I’m so nice. I need the garden weeding so you can make it up to me by doing that, okay?”
“You know me”

Like I said, I would probably be dead without Paradise. It pains her to admit it, but we are friends. Best friends. She never leaves the house apart from working, and I know she hates it. Sugar Valley’s famous Berry Sweet Smoothie Shack. I don’t know why she complains, they do awesome smoothies. But don’t tell her I said that, she hates everything in that store.

When I watch TV, I like to picture myself on the screen. It sounds so stupid but I’d kill to be there one day. Banana Crème Pie in ‘Heart and Soul’ is my all-time favourite actress. If I could even get as close to being as famous as her, I’d know I’ve hit the big time. Until then, I will be the girl who played bus passenger number three. Not as glamorous as I’d have hoped for.
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“Okay Ms. Sherbet, when you’re ready”
“Okay… Sorry honey, you can’t sit there, that seat is taken”
“CUT!”

“Was that okay?”
“Perfect! We’ll call you”
“Thank you very much, lovely to meet you”

This is my spirit place. This studio is where I want to be every day. I want to make it big. I have high hopes, high dreams and aspirations, but anyone can be an actor. Why not me? I pretty much nailed that audition, and it was ten words! Ten frickin’ words! Oh… what am I doing? Nobody starts their career with ten words. How do these people do it? Where do they come from at all? It’s like they’re magically thrown onto the set and BAM they’re set for life. When will I get my lucky break?

“Hey, watch it! Awh man, my good shirt!”
“Woah, sorry little lady, didn’t see you there”

“Well you should have been paying attention!What is this, coffee?”
“Noted, look I’ve got to go, I’m shooting a scene in five. Just send the bill to the studio”
“The bill?”

“The bill for the dry cleaning, I’ll pay for that. Gotta go”

What the hell just happened? Who was that? How am I going to get steaming hot coffee out of this?! Well as long as he’s paying the bill, I’d better make the most of it.

“What happened to you?”

“Coffee mishap, some guy at the studio ran into me… look it doesn’t matter. I’m just here for my sweats so I can go to the dry cleaners”

“How did the audition go?”
“Nailed it”
“Thought so, when do you start?”
“I didn’t nail it that much”
“Damn it Olivine!”

I feel disappointed. All I want to do is make Paradise proud. I promised I’d be here one night, it’s been six months. Of course I’m grateful but I feel like a freeloader. I should have stayed at home. But then I wouldn’t have… I wouldn’t have anything. What am I talking about? Ugh I’d better get this shirt cleaned. And quick.

“Well, little lady”

“Oh, it’s you”
“Look I really am sorry for the shirt, I came here myself to pay the bill instead of you having the trouble sending it”
“Appreciate it”

“I’m Onyx”
“Olivine”
“Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl”
“Thanks, I guess”

“Say, what were you doing at the studio in such a pretty shirt anyway?”
“Audition”
“Thought so, you’re too pretty to be behind the scenes”

“Look, what do you want?”
“Does your brain not get that I’m trying to flirt with you here?!”

“I appreciate it, but right now I’ve got some stuff to take care of”
“Oh, I see”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to be rude”
“It’s fine, look can I give you my number?”
“Why?”
“In case there’s an issue with the dress or something”

Am I the girl to take a guy’s phone number in the middle of the dry cleaners? Am I the girl to take a guy’s phone number full stop? Wait why am I asking myself these questions?!

“Sure, I’ll call you if anything comes up”

“Call him”
“No”
“Call him. Call him. Call him”
“No. No. No”
“Call him!”
“Paradise I’m not going to call him!”
“But why?! He sounds gorgeous!”

“He might do but I’m not interested in any kind of love life”

“Are you crazy? He’s the director you ran into. DI-REC-TOR! He could land you a part on a show! At least do it for that!”
“I’m not calling him, so you can give up now”

“Fine, I’m off to bed. ‘Night”
“Goodnight”

I hadn’t actually considered that. He is a director. This could be the big step I need to get my career on track. But I’d be using him for my own gain, that’s hardly fair is it. I’ve seen worse looking guys too… Should I call him? No. I’m not going to call him. That’s that.

“Hi this is a message for Onyx, It’s Olivine. Just wondered what you were up to on Friday night. Erm, yeah so, erm, call me. My number is in the book. Bye”

Crap.