HOLIDAY FROM REAL â Alybriel
A lot of people in the show business industry thought there were only four things that were worth going in to it for: acting, directing, screenwriting, or producing. However, Gabe had decided to go in to the business of camera work. It seemed like a great way to get up close and personal with filming without having to do the real heavy lifting. It wasnât so much him shying away from a challenge, he just didnât have any interest in that part of it all. He was just looking for a hobby more than a job, and this one ended up working out. Even more exciting was the fact that he was going to be a camera man for something completely unexpectedâ reality TV.
He was good friends with the showâs producer, going back to childhood, and he needed an extra camera worker. Next thing Gabe knew he was in Maui and filming for a show called âTotal Realityâ and it was about as reality show-like as one could get. It had only been a week in to production and there had already been a few fights, usually after a night of going out to the club. Being on the crew, Gabe wasnât meant to talk with any of the people he was filming to better keep the reality showâs atmosphere intact. Still, he got to see them every day regardless of their conversation, or lack there of.
It was lunch hour for himself and he had quickly learned the catering table for the crew was hardly as good as its budget could afford. So he had been trying some places out on the island during the afternoon downtimeâ even the reality stars needed to take naps and all. After walking around the city of Kahului, he found a little order-at-the-counter diner that had some seriously good smelling rice bowls. As he got in line Gabe saw a blond in front of him that looks oddly familiar. Glancing down at his watch he knew he had about forty five minutes left to order, eat, then make his way back to the house filming was located at.
Once looking up, he heard the girl in front of him start to order and recognized her voice. It was one of the girls living in the house, Aly was her name, and he also heard she was ordering the same thing he was. He knew they were both on the same time schedule, though more her than him since the stars werenât supposed to leave the house unless taking a smoke break.
âHey, here. Iâll pay for it.â Gabe proposed, taking a step forward to be next to the girl. It was meant to save them both time. Gabe figured he would just lump their orders together and pay for it. She seemed cool enough to buy lunch for, and heâd get his food sooner. There wasnât really a downside, âIâm getting the same thing sheâs getting. And two waters. And two Cokes.â He requested, pulling his card out to pay for the meal, âIf you donât like Coke, Iâll take the extra. They keep running out of it on set.â He explained, assuming she knew they were both part of the show she was in.
Aly was never the type to plan ahead. Some would say she lived in the moment; others would claim she was âwasting her potentialâ. At least, thatâs what her mother would consistently remind her on the rare chance the blonde would answer her calls. If potential meant settling down in a small town in the south, working at a 9-5 job that made you want to bathe in chloroform, a husband who was secretly banging his secretary 3 days of the week and a couple of kids who get to watch their parents slowly grow to hate each other - then sheâd waste it for as long as possible. Sure, reality television wasnât a road she had thought sheâd venture on but when life gives you lemons, right? Besides, living in a lavish house, eating other peoples food and getting a hefty check every two weeks just to watch her roommates over react to eating each others leftovers was too good of a deal to pass up.
The auditioning process was simple enough, she answered a few questions, did a few screen tests, just like the online ad explained she would. Before she knew it she was on a plane to Hawaii, laying out in the sun and day drinking with men who liked to talk about their workout routine and fitness shakes (the one downside, so far.) After spending an hour listening to Bryan or Ryan or something along those lines, she wanted to explore. So pretending to slip out for a smoke, she made her way out the back door and found herself walking towards a line of shops not far from her new home away from home.
After deciding she should eat something while she had the chance to do so without a camera lens on her, she settled on a little rice bowl place, something quick and easy. Not that she was too concerned with them telling her off; most work places had a three strike policy for rule breaking, so if she was going to use a strike she might as well make the most of it. Leaning against the counter in her white tshirt and cut off denim shorts, that despite being new, looked worn and was specially decorated with strategically placed holes; she placed her order. She hasnât even noticed someone was behind her until an unfamiliar voice chimed in. She would have thought it was just a stranger being chivilrous if she hadnât turned around. Once she did though, she vaguely recognized his face as one that was usually hidden behind a camera.
âCoke is fine.â She replied, offering him a look that could easily been seen as a combination of amusement and accusational. âAre you following me?â The blonde asked, her tone light since he was buying her food after all. If he was doing his job at least he wasnât being an ass about it. She couldnât for the life of her remember his name. She felt kind of bad, but it wasnât a superiority thing. She was more of a facial recognition person, and she wasnât entirely sure that theyâd even been introduced before. What seemed like only a minute later, their food was being handed to them in round, plastic containers. She swiped one of the cokes and turned all the way around to eye the man buying her meal. Â âWhat do I owe you?â She asked quizzically when he handed his card over. Monetary value clearly wasnât the goal here so she was more curious than anything to see what her 'coworkerâ was up to.
