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Method Acting by N.R. Walker
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Franklin University Series Season 2, Book 7
Chase Soria
Every budding actor knows acting is a difficult gig. There will be grueling auditions and punishing rejections. If you’re lucky, there’ll be roles that pay the bills and even roles that won’t.
Roles we don’t believe in.
But that’s what acting is—acting as if we do believe in them.
So when the semester’s production project is announced and I’m cast as one of the leads, I’m ecstatic. A lot of responsibility, a lot of work, but I’m up for it. Even when I find out what my role is and who my partner is. Amos, the brooding James Dean wannabe, is my on-screen boyfriend. Which is great, except for the fact he hates me.
I can do this. It’s just acting.
Nothing more.
Amos Beddington
The 90s are back, apparently. 90210 and Friends, but with a reality TV spin, which means cameras following us around as if they’re capturing the everyday lives of Franklin U students.
Me, but not me.
Me, with no more than a character description, no script or screenplay. Method acting, being the character 24/7, not just when the cameras are rolling. With a campus boyfriend.
Method acting is immersive and intense, and it can be confusing if the lines begin to blur. I mean, I’ve dreamed of being with the irritatingly gorgeous and annoyingly popular Chase Soria, and now I have to be his on-screen boyfriend?
I’m a good actor, sure. But how can I be convincing when I’m not sure I can even convince myself?
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“Okay,” Deirdre said. “Now face each other, holding both hands. And I want you to just look at the other person. I want eye contact. It might be awkward to begin with and that’s fine. This production will require levels of trust between you. This will help foster that.”
So I stood there, holding Chase’s hands in mine, and stared at him.
At his perfect face and his pretty blue eyes. At his . . . not-so-straight nose, at his slightly uneven eyebrows.
“Your eyes are really dark,” he said. “Like I can hardly tell where your iris and pupils start or end.”
Oh.
I hoped I didn’t blush.
“Your face isn’t symmetrical,” I said, trying to play it cool. “I always thought you had a perfect face but it’s really not.”
He snorted. “Gee, thanks.”
“You have an old scar on your cheekbone. It’s very faded.” I’d never noticed it before.
He nodded. “You know how your parents used to say don’t run with scissors?” He shrugged. “Well, don’t run with scissors. Not even safety scissors in pre-K.”
I smiled at that. “Do you always do what you’re told not to do?”
He flashed me that Hollywood smirk. “Every chance I get.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to remain immune to his charms.
“Why do you roll your eyes so much?”
“It’s less rude than saying ‘oh for fuck’s sake’ out loud.”
Chase laughed. “Yet the emphasis is much the same.”
“That’s why I do it.”
“So you always thought I had a perfect face?”
God, I was hoping he’d missed that.
“I used to, yes. Until I saw it close up.”
“Ouch.” He was hardly offended. In fact, by that damn smirk, I’d say he liked it. “So define perfect.”
“Generic Hollywood.”
Now he wasn’t smirking. He made a sad face. Maybe even offended. “Ouch!”
I shrugged. “It’s the whole boy-next-door thing you have going on.”
“It’s generic?”
I nodded. “Pretty much. In a Brad Pitt kind of way.”
He turned his head, looking to the wall instead. “I’m trying to decide if I should be offended by that.”
I squeezed his hand, kinda pulling on it so he’d look at me again. “If we were characters from The Breakfast Club, you’d be Emilio Estevez.”
“And you’d be Judd Nelson,” he shot back. “No, you’d be the goth chick.”
“Her name is Ally Sheedy, and that is a compliment, so thank you.”
Chase stared at me. Kinda glared. I liked that I got under his skin. Then he sighed, annoyed. “Her makeover in that movie was a travesty.”
“Agreed.”
“And I wouldn’t be Emilio Estevez,” he went on. “I’m not a jock.”
“But you’re not a geek or nerd either.”
“So I’d be Molly Ringwald?”
“Well, princess, if the tiara fits.”
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About the Author:
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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