‘‘I don’t care what it is you’re doing here, just get out. Go powder someone else’s face or whatever. And you, tell Carmen to get to her trailer as soon as she’s done shooting. I don’t care what it is you say to her, make it urgent.’‘ the redhead shoo’d everybody out of the blonde’s trailer with ease, this giving her a feeling of satisfaction even for just a little while to block out the nerves. She still had it in her, the power to frighten people and make them do whatever the Hell it was to do for her. Sighing to herself when she sat down, it was the silence that got to her that made her nervous all over again. Tap her heel against the trailer’s floor, make her smooth out her skirt every five or ten seconds, look around her as she was unable to keep focused on one thing. It was just as nervewrecking as the eternal silence treatment Carmen had put on her - which she couldn’t exactly blame her for. But besides their personal life, there was still business she had to attend and so far there had been three interviews the blonde had missed, some of them fairly important. The redhead jumped out of her focus when the door opened and she stiffened when she laid eyes on Carmen. ‘‘Carmen..’‘ her Italian accent filled the trailer, her voice coated with hope the blonde wouldn’t walk out on her; or worse, throw her out instead.