Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing Stars ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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Darien and Serena meet again and she later learns that she's now forced to work with him....
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Darien and Serena meet again and she later learns that she's now forced to work with him....
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.14.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 617 | Status: Completed
Seeing Stars
By Jason Ulloa
Original story by Moonsong
Continued with her permission.
Chapter 3
"YOU!!!" Serena screamed again, her fierce glare
homing in on Darien like a heat-seeking missile. "What
in the HELL are YOU doing here?!?"
Darien slowly backed away from Serena until he bumped
into the table behind him. "Uh... um...," he stammered
nervously, trying desperately to think of anything to calm
the raging actress down.
"How dare you show your face anywhere near me after
what you pulled the last time!" she fumed heatedly, walking
up to him and poking him rudely in the chest. "I still haven't
forgotten what you did to my favorite designer dress! Do
you have any idea what that dress cost me to clean? Do
you?!?"
"No...," he murmured meekly. "Not really...."
"I don't see how anybody in their right minds could let a
bumbling oaf like you anywhere near a table full of
refreshments - where an idiot like you could spill them all over
the place and most likely on me - let alone a movie set! In fact,
I don't think you should be allowed on one anyways, as long
as I'm here. You there!" she ordered, turning towards a random
worker. "Go get Van Holst! I need to speak with him concerning
the choice of staff he has picked." The man grumbled under his
breath as he went to get the producer, knowing that she would
mostly likely chew him out as well if he didn't go right now.
Serena Moon was infamous for her tirades.
"Um, Miss Moon...," Darien tried to cut in, but was silenced by
Serena shoving a hand in front of his face.
"Don't you even speak to me!" she growled angrily as she
watched for Melvin to show up.
'Geez,' Darien thought to himself, 'when she holds a grudge,
she REALLY holds a grudge....' "Really, there's something
that I must tell...."
"I said, SHUT UP!!!" she barked loudly, as she whirled around
to glare balefully at him. "Not another word, you worthless
piece of sh...."
"What is it you want now, Ms. Moon?" Melvin interrupted
tiredly as he walked through the crowd that had gathered to
listen to Serena chew out yet another person, followed by Amy.
She had a neutral expression on her face, but there was an
anxious gleam in her eyes, as if she was looking forward to
something....
"I don't know what must've been going through your mind when
you hired this...," she complained, waving her right hand in his
direction in distaste, as if he was some disgusting piece of
trash, "this... THING, but I want him off the set as of five minutes
ago! I do NOT want to work anywhere near this walking disaster
area! In fact, someone get security to escort him off the studio
property right now! Well?" she demanded when neither Melvin,
nor Amy, made a move to follow her demands. "Get rid of this
loser! Now!!!"
"Miss Moon," Darien tried again, "if you would just let me
explain...."
"Explain what?" Serena snapped. "Your incompetence? Your
incoordination? Your inability to do ANYTHING right?"
"Now, Miss Moon," Amy said quietly, "we have hired Mr. Shields
to play a certain part for us...."
"Him?" Serena scoffed scornfully, glaring at Darien. "Act? Now
you're trying to be an actor? Now aren't we overstepping
ourselves? Since when has a gofer like you become an actor?"
Darien frowed at the 'gofer' crack. He was merely bringing the
tray of drinks as a favor to the others he had been working with
that day. He had asked them if they wanted anything while he
was going to craft services, since he was heading there
anyway. In no way was that any reason to label him a gofer.
"Wait a minute...," he began, but was cut off when Melvin shook
his head at him and gestured for him to keep quiet. Darien
reluctantly held his peace.
"As I was saying," Amy began again, more firmly this time. "We
have hired Mr. Shields to play a certain part for us. We do not
have to fire him just at your whimsy. He is contracted to work
with us for two weeks, at the least."
Serena scowled angrily. "Two weeks?!? You mean, I have to
put up with this overrated excuse for an extra for two weeks?!?"
she exclaimed, then sighed dramatically. "Well, as long as he's
not in any of MY scenes, then I can probably stand it. Wait...,"
she said after a short, thoughtful pause. "Two weeks? Why
would you need an extra for two we...." She paused as gave
him a considering glance, then suddenly turned completely red
with fury as she slowly backed away from Amy and Melvin.
"You didn't. You couldn't! How DARE you do this to me!!!"
"You said that extras could act better than some of the actors
you're working with now," Amy said sweetly. "So, we followed
your advice and hired an extra to play the part of Jack Terrance."
She grinned as she and Melvin gestured toward Darien.
"Meet the actor that will be playing Jack Terrance," Melvin
added. "Darien Shields."
"Um...," Darien murmured nervously, "I don't think that
introductions are really necessary...."
"So, I'm stuck with you for two whole weeks?" Serena
grumbled and she frowned at Darien.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so...."
"You should be afraid, Shields," she growled. "If it wasn't for
the fact that I'm contracted for this movie, I would've just
walked. You, on the hand, are only here because they-" she
pointed toward Amy and Melvin, "-want you here. Otherwise,
your ass would've been outta here.
"Enjoy your brief little 'acting' stint," she said threateningly
as she turned and started to walk away. "If I had my way, not
only would you be off this set and on your ass before the order
had finished leaving my mouth, but you would never be able to
get another job that has anything to do the movies, nor anything
remotely close, like working in a video store.
"One thing certain, though. I will do everything I can to make
your two weeks here a living HELL. Count on it. I'm going to my
trailer. I'll be ready for the first scene by 8:30, so nobody had
better bother me until then." With that, she opened the door to
the studio building and left, slamming the door behind her.
"Well, that went well," Darien muttered sardonically. "I can hardly
wait to start working with her."
"Now, Darien, I hardly think that it's going to be as bad as you
think," Amy consoled.
"Yeah," Melvin added. "If you just steer clear of her during the
time that you two are not acting together, then there's nothing
to worry about. She can't make us fire you, and she can't quit.
Everything'll work out fine."
"Sure, fine for you two," Darien muttered skeptically.
"Well, as long as Serena isn't here, you might as well take some
time to go over the script again," Amy told him. "I won't be needing
you right away, so you can take the time to finish reading the
entire script. I know I didn't give you much time to look it over,
seeing how I sent your agent the script only yesterday."
"Well, I did get through only part of the script last night," Darien
admitted. "I spent most of the time memorizing most of the lines
in the first scene."
"Good," Melvin said, grinning. "Well, I have some things that need
my attending to, so I'll be off. Just be sure to watch for any audio
cables that might be lying about." He walked away, chuckling to
himself at his own joke.
"I haven't the heart to tell him how bad his jokes are," Amy said
tiredly. Darien nodded quietly in agreement. "Anyway, you've got
about a half-hour until Serena's ready for the first scene, so you
might as well skim through the script while you have some peace."
"Okay, Ms. Anderson," he replied and went to go pick up his
script from where he left it.
"Darien...," Amy called out to him.
"Yes?"
"You can just call me Amy," she told him. "And you can refer to
Melvin by his first name as well. I assure you, we don't mind."
"Thank you, Amy," he replied with a small grin and turned to
go pick up his script.
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"H mm...," Darien murmured thoughtfully as he turned another
page of the script. He was now more than halfway through
the script and he was thouroughly enjoying it. This could
probably make a great novel if it wasn't being made into a
movie first. Novels were always better than the movies, at
least, he had always thought so.
As soon as he turned the next page, his jaw almost dropped
in shock. In that scene, he and Serena were.... 'Oh my.... I
was wondering why she was giving me that look earlier. But,
from her expression, she didn't seem to be totally against that
part of working with me.'
He sighed as he glanced toward the clock. 8:25. Five minutes
left. Well, since he wasn't needed yet, he might as well read
on. He reached over to his left, grabbed the cup of coffee
beside him and took a small sip, then continued to read.
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"Whe re is he?" Serena demanded haughtily.
"He's over there, looking over the script and trying to catch
up with where we're at in the plot," Amy replied, pointing in
Darien's direction. He was on the other side of the set,
sipping some coffee and reading the script. The chair was
tilted back against the wall and resting on only two legs....
"That should take him all day," Serena remarked snidely,
then smiled devilishly. "Maybe I should go see how he's
doing...." She walked silently toward him, trying carefully to
not be heard. Since Darien was intent on the script in front
of him, he never heard Serena approach. She waited until
he lifted the cup of coffee and took another sip....
"Hey, Shields!" she shouted as she kicked the leg of the
chair Darien was sitting in, causing the chair to collapse
from under him. The coffee ended up all over Darien's shirt
and face as he landed face-up on the ground, the chair lying
on its side beside him. Luckily, the script remained dry.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Darien roared, as the coffee was still
hot. He frantically got to his knees and pulled his shirt off
over his head and quickly wiped the rest of the coffee off
him with the dry parts of his shirt.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Serena said in mock contrition. "I didn't
know that the coffee was still hot. Anyways," she continued
in a serious tone, "I've been thinking. You'd better pay
attention, Shields, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. If
you're gonna play opposite of me, then you'd better be good.
I've only put up with those other poor excuses for actors
because they aren't that important.
"However, your part is important. If you screw up, then I'll
look bad. And I HATE to look bad. You must have some
meager acting skill if Anderson chose you to take this part.
If you manage to actually do a decent job, which I doubt, then
I may find it in my heart to consider forgiving you for that drink
incident. Are we clear on that, Shields?"
"Crystal," he replied, getting to his feet.
"Good," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "One more thing: I
told you that I hate to look bad. If your acting sucks so much,
that I look bad, then I'll REALLY make your life a living hell.
Got it?"
"Got it."
"Very well, then." She paused as she looked over Darien's
bare chest at the very well defined muscles across his chest
and grinned slightly. "Now go put something on," she told him
off-handedly as she turned back toward where she had came
from. "You're distracting me."
Darien blinked in surprise as he realized that he was just
standing around with no shirt on. Most of the female crew
had paused in their work and were now staring at him in
fascination. Even some of the married women had stopped
to stare. With a sheepish grin, Darien quickly gathered up his
script and hurried out towards wardrobe to get something to
wear while he got his shirt cleaned.
"Was that really necessary?" Amy asked Serena as she
walked out in front of the cameras.
"What?" Serena asked, an innocent, confused expression
on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Amy sighed in vexation. 'This is going to be a very long
shoot....'
**********************************************
To Chapter 4
**********************************************
Author's Note: Grab some popcorn and take a seat, 'cause
next chapter, you're going behind the scenes of the making
of 'Total Eclipse'. How will Darien fare? Will his acting
impress Serena? Or, will he suck? Wait and see!
Disclaimer: All original materials belong to their respective
owners. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and a bunch
of big companies. No copyright infringement is intended. This
story belongs to Moonsong and myself, and I would appreciate
you emailing her or myself for permission before posting it
anywhere else. Thank you.
Prologue Copyright © January 24, 2000 Moonsong.
Other Chapters Copyright © August 12, 2000 Jason Ulloa.
All Rights Reserved.
By Jason Ulloa
Original story by Moonsong
Continued with her permission.
Chapter 3
"YOU!!!" Serena screamed again, her fierce glare
homing in on Darien like a heat-seeking missile. "What
in the HELL are YOU doing here?!?"
Darien slowly backed away from Serena until he bumped
into the table behind him. "Uh... um...," he stammered
nervously, trying desperately to think of anything to calm
the raging actress down.
"How dare you show your face anywhere near me after
what you pulled the last time!" she fumed heatedly, walking
up to him and poking him rudely in the chest. "I still haven't
forgotten what you did to my favorite designer dress! Do
you have any idea what that dress cost me to clean? Do
you?!?"
"No...," he murmured meekly. "Not really...."
"I don't see how anybody in their right minds could let a
bumbling oaf like you anywhere near a table full of
refreshments - where an idiot like you could spill them all over
the place and most likely on me - let alone a movie set! In fact,
I don't think you should be allowed on one anyways, as long
as I'm here. You there!" she ordered, turning towards a random
worker. "Go get Van Holst! I need to speak with him concerning
the choice of staff he has picked." The man grumbled under his
breath as he went to get the producer, knowing that she would
mostly likely chew him out as well if he didn't go right now.
Serena Moon was infamous for her tirades.
"Um, Miss Moon...," Darien tried to cut in, but was silenced by
Serena shoving a hand in front of his face.
"Don't you even speak to me!" she growled angrily as she
watched for Melvin to show up.
'Geez,' Darien thought to himself, 'when she holds a grudge,
she REALLY holds a grudge....' "Really, there's something
that I must tell...."
"I said, SHUT UP!!!" she barked loudly, as she whirled around
to glare balefully at him. "Not another word, you worthless
piece of sh...."
"What is it you want now, Ms. Moon?" Melvin interrupted
tiredly as he walked through the crowd that had gathered to
listen to Serena chew out yet another person, followed by Amy.
She had a neutral expression on her face, but there was an
anxious gleam in her eyes, as if she was looking forward to
something....
"I don't know what must've been going through your mind when
you hired this...," she complained, waving her right hand in his
direction in distaste, as if he was some disgusting piece of
trash, "this... THING, but I want him off the set as of five minutes
ago! I do NOT want to work anywhere near this walking disaster
area! In fact, someone get security to escort him off the studio
property right now! Well?" she demanded when neither Melvin,
nor Amy, made a move to follow her demands. "Get rid of this
loser! Now!!!"
"Miss Moon," Darien tried again, "if you would just let me
explain...."
"Explain what?" Serena snapped. "Your incompetence? Your
incoordination? Your inability to do ANYTHING right?"
"Now, Miss Moon," Amy said quietly, "we have hired Mr. Shields
to play a certain part for us...."
"Him?" Serena scoffed scornfully, glaring at Darien. "Act? Now
you're trying to be an actor? Now aren't we overstepping
ourselves? Since when has a gofer like you become an actor?"
Darien frowed at the 'gofer' crack. He was merely bringing the
tray of drinks as a favor to the others he had been working with
that day. He had asked them if they wanted anything while he
was going to craft services, since he was heading there
anyway. In no way was that any reason to label him a gofer.
"Wait a minute...," he began, but was cut off when Melvin shook
his head at him and gestured for him to keep quiet. Darien
reluctantly held his peace.
"As I was saying," Amy began again, more firmly this time. "We
have hired Mr. Shields to play a certain part for us. We do not
have to fire him just at your whimsy. He is contracted to work
with us for two weeks, at the least."
Serena scowled angrily. "Two weeks?!? You mean, I have to
put up with this overrated excuse for an extra for two weeks?!?"
she exclaimed, then sighed dramatically. "Well, as long as he's
not in any of MY scenes, then I can probably stand it. Wait...,"
she said after a short, thoughtful pause. "Two weeks? Why
would you need an extra for two we...." She paused as gave
him a considering glance, then suddenly turned completely red
with fury as she slowly backed away from Amy and Melvin.
"You didn't. You couldn't! How DARE you do this to me!!!"
"You said that extras could act better than some of the actors
you're working with now," Amy said sweetly. "So, we followed
your advice and hired an extra to play the part of Jack Terrance."
She grinned as she and Melvin gestured toward Darien.
"Meet the actor that will be playing Jack Terrance," Melvin
added. "Darien Shields."
"Um...," Darien murmured nervously, "I don't think that
introductions are really necessary...."
"So, I'm stuck with you for two whole weeks?" Serena
grumbled and she frowned at Darien.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so...."
"You should be afraid, Shields," she growled. "If it wasn't for
the fact that I'm contracted for this movie, I would've just
walked. You, on the hand, are only here because they-" she
pointed toward Amy and Melvin, "-want you here. Otherwise,
your ass would've been outta here.
"Enjoy your brief little 'acting' stint," she said threateningly
as she turned and started to walk away. "If I had my way, not
only would you be off this set and on your ass before the order
had finished leaving my mouth, but you would never be able to
get another job that has anything to do the movies, nor anything
remotely close, like working in a video store.
"One thing certain, though. I will do everything I can to make
your two weeks here a living HELL. Count on it. I'm going to my
trailer. I'll be ready for the first scene by 8:30, so nobody had
better bother me until then." With that, she opened the door to
the studio building and left, slamming the door behind her.
"Well, that went well," Darien muttered sardonically. "I can hardly
wait to start working with her."
"Now, Darien, I hardly think that it's going to be as bad as you
think," Amy consoled.
"Yeah," Melvin added. "If you just steer clear of her during the
time that you two are not acting together, then there's nothing
to worry about. She can't make us fire you, and she can't quit.
Everything'll work out fine."
"Sure, fine for you two," Darien muttered skeptically.
"Well, as long as Serena isn't here, you might as well take some
time to go over the script again," Amy told him. "I won't be needing
you right away, so you can take the time to finish reading the
entire script. I know I didn't give you much time to look it over,
seeing how I sent your agent the script only yesterday."
"Well, I did get through only part of the script last night," Darien
admitted. "I spent most of the time memorizing most of the lines
in the first scene."
"Good," Melvin said, grinning. "Well, I have some things that need
my attending to, so I'll be off. Just be sure to watch for any audio
cables that might be lying about." He walked away, chuckling to
himself at his own joke.
"I haven't the heart to tell him how bad his jokes are," Amy said
tiredly. Darien nodded quietly in agreement. "Anyway, you've got
about a half-hour until Serena's ready for the first scene, so you
might as well skim through the script while you have some peace."
"Okay, Ms. Anderson," he replied and went to go pick up his
script from where he left it.
"Darien...," Amy called out to him.
"Yes?"
"You can just call me Amy," she told him. "And you can refer to
Melvin by his first name as well. I assure you, we don't mind."
"Thank you, Amy," he replied with a small grin and turned to
go pick up his script.
**********************************************
"H mm...," Darien murmured thoughtfully as he turned another
page of the script. He was now more than halfway through
the script and he was thouroughly enjoying it. This could
probably make a great novel if it wasn't being made into a
movie first. Novels were always better than the movies, at
least, he had always thought so.
As soon as he turned the next page, his jaw almost dropped
in shock. In that scene, he and Serena were.... 'Oh my.... I
was wondering why she was giving me that look earlier. But,
from her expression, she didn't seem to be totally against that
part of working with me.'
He sighed as he glanced toward the clock. 8:25. Five minutes
left. Well, since he wasn't needed yet, he might as well read
on. He reached over to his left, grabbed the cup of coffee
beside him and took a small sip, then continued to read.
**********************************************
"Whe re is he?" Serena demanded haughtily.
"He's over there, looking over the script and trying to catch
up with where we're at in the plot," Amy replied, pointing in
Darien's direction. He was on the other side of the set,
sipping some coffee and reading the script. The chair was
tilted back against the wall and resting on only two legs....
"That should take him all day," Serena remarked snidely,
then smiled devilishly. "Maybe I should go see how he's
doing...." She walked silently toward him, trying carefully to
not be heard. Since Darien was intent on the script in front
of him, he never heard Serena approach. She waited until
he lifted the cup of coffee and took another sip....
"Hey, Shields!" she shouted as she kicked the leg of the
chair Darien was sitting in, causing the chair to collapse
from under him. The coffee ended up all over Darien's shirt
and face as he landed face-up on the ground, the chair lying
on its side beside him. Luckily, the script remained dry.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Darien roared, as the coffee was still
hot. He frantically got to his knees and pulled his shirt off
over his head and quickly wiped the rest of the coffee off
him with the dry parts of his shirt.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Serena said in mock contrition. "I didn't
know that the coffee was still hot. Anyways," she continued
in a serious tone, "I've been thinking. You'd better pay
attention, Shields, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. If
you're gonna play opposite of me, then you'd better be good.
I've only put up with those other poor excuses for actors
because they aren't that important.
"However, your part is important. If you screw up, then I'll
look bad. And I HATE to look bad. You must have some
meager acting skill if Anderson chose you to take this part.
If you manage to actually do a decent job, which I doubt, then
I may find it in my heart to consider forgiving you for that drink
incident. Are we clear on that, Shields?"
"Crystal," he replied, getting to his feet.
"Good," she said, nodding in satisfaction. "One more thing: I
told you that I hate to look bad. If your acting sucks so much,
that I look bad, then I'll REALLY make your life a living hell.
Got it?"
"Got it."
"Very well, then." She paused as she looked over Darien's
bare chest at the very well defined muscles across his chest
and grinned slightly. "Now go put something on," she told him
off-handedly as she turned back toward where she had came
from. "You're distracting me."
Darien blinked in surprise as he realized that he was just
standing around with no shirt on. Most of the female crew
had paused in their work and were now staring at him in
fascination. Even some of the married women had stopped
to stare. With a sheepish grin, Darien quickly gathered up his
script and hurried out towards wardrobe to get something to
wear while he got his shirt cleaned.
"Was that really necessary?" Amy asked Serena as she
walked out in front of the cameras.
"What?" Serena asked, an innocent, confused expression
on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Amy sighed in vexation. 'This is going to be a very long
shoot....'
**********************************************
To Chapter 4
**********************************************
Author's Note: Grab some popcorn and take a seat, 'cause
next chapter, you're going behind the scenes of the making
of 'Total Eclipse'. How will Darien fare? Will his acting
impress Serena? Or, will he suck? Wait and see!
Disclaimer: All original materials belong to their respective
owners. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and a bunch
of big companies. No copyright infringement is intended. This
story belongs to Moonsong and myself, and I would appreciate
you emailing her or myself for permission before posting it
anywhere else. Thank you.
Prologue Copyright © January 24, 2000 Moonsong.
Other Chapters Copyright © August 12, 2000 Jason Ulloa.
All Rights Reserved.