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When the Camera Stops Rolling [06 Oct 2007|01:17am] "Wait, wait." Slender fingers ran up and through red hair, careful to avoid the ridged prosthetic that extended from the actress's scalp to the bridge of her nose. God, but the glue smelled. Every touch-up provided a not-so subtle waft into her nostrils. "It's 'throw left six inches past the shoulder, she places her hands just below the elbow, then I pivot to the right so she can throw me?"   Diana Castleman wasn't a novice when it came to fright scenes. She'd made her mark from the tender age of seventeen, starting in schlock horror films and was, for several years, the reigning Scream Queen of 'B-grade' cinema. But that entailed lots of running and howling at the top of her lungs, and more often than not, becoming the second-last victim to fall to a third-rate Freddy Krueger.   Since being cast as Deanna on Birthright - The Series (stunt-casting if you believed the trades -- and who would, the best the producers could hope for was a certain nostalgia factor) she'd exercised a different set of muscles. No screaming for this forty-ish actress of yesterday. Now it was blood, sex and -- as she rehearsed the fight sequence with her fellow cast-mate and stunt coordinator -- extremely demanding physical work.   Otto shook his head furiously. "Nein, liepshen! You must pivot LEFT, othervise you vill trip her and possibly bruise more zan her tailbone. Insurance vill go up again and Otto may be out of job." Rhiana exhaled a lungful of air and reset her feet into a proper stance. The corner of her mouth stung; that was a present from Di’s last poorly calculated maneuver. The punch went wild and mashed the sensitive flesh against her teeth. Thank God the brunette’s make-up didn’t require fangs, or they might‘ve opened a wound. In fact, the costuming it took to become Rhiannon Lee, Vampire Slayer, was pretty much just a white trash make-over as far as she was concerned. Still, after three years’ experience with the stains that burgundy lipstick could make, and she was tiring of retouches. “Let’s try it one more time,” she said, pulling on an inner reserve of patience, and lifted her fists in the air for the choreography. Once upon a time, the choreography of Rhiana’s career had been day to Birthright‘s night. She got her start in show business onstage as a dancer in Las Vegas. Because of that, she had come to be considered somewhat of a local by the cast. A snapped Achilles’ tendon put an end to dancing, however, so she struck out for California to try acting instead. It took a few months, but she landed a role as a maid on The Young and the Restless. French maid outfits... now that was a wardrobe even the Slayer’s outclassed. After two years reading scripts about power, sex, and corruption in the Abbott family, Rhiana was tired of it. Demon fighter sounded good. It gave her a chance to try something other than feathering furniture on the edge of a living room. What she hadn’t accounted for was the magnitude of the fandom, or how demeaning a high-profile divorce could be. But midway into the fourth season, she was still in love with this whole concept of warrior women beating back the forces of darkness, and had no plans to leave anytime soon. Well... as long as they didn’t turn Rhiannon Lee into a vampire. And as long as Di could remember L from R. Rhiana put her fingers up. “See, left hand makes an L,” she chided her elder co-star. “You’re not getting Alzheimer’s, are you?” ( On the Set Tension ) ( Which Way? ) reply

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Drink, Bash, Bitch, Ditch [06 Oct 2007|03:16pm] [ music | Imogen Heap - Predictably Unpredictable ] Danni lounged in one of the booths under the moonlit sky on the Terrace at Pure. She twirled the little straws in her drink idly as she waited for Darick to arrive. She'd had a bit of trouble getting in the door, never a true A-lister, but being a member of the Birthright cast got her through. She nodded to a few people as greetings were offered but mostly just kept to herself. She was in a mellow mood this evening, a rare event for the raging bitch on set. She rarely thought of anyone but herself and boy did it really burn her ass to be finally shot to stardom by Ed. The shit. She shook her head and fluffed her hair out with a low growl. At least she had her looks and her voice, at close to 40 if she didn't, she'd be sunk. She played a mid 30 something on the show, but expert makeup artists concealed the signs of aging on her extremely well. Not that there were terribly many to begin with. A few crow's feet around the eyes, a bit of a set of brackets around the mouth. Both could be sexy on the right kind of woman, and she was that kind of woman. Trouble was, not too many people realized it. They mobbed the younger cast members and the older ones like herself and Di were left in the proverbial dust. Ah well, it definitely wouldn't hurt her reputation to be seen with Darick this evening. Where the hell was he, anyway? “Off the jacket, Jessica... Get off. Get off.” A sea of prying fingers... it was the story of his career as of late. Though Darick Delmacher had graduated Harvard and brought home a prestigious award to his fledgling documentary filmmaking company, those days were far removed. Fresh out of ideas and inspiration, the handsome talent first had a breakdown, complete with trip to an outpatient mental clinic. Then he resurfaced as an actor, relying heavily on his looks and snobbish delivery to gain him credibility as Darian on Birthright Hollywood credibility, that was... Not so much with the scholarly crowd. However, so far as wealth and fame were concerned, there was no shortage of cash and neither did Darick lack for fan girls, a fact that was apparent as he pried the fingernails out of his clothes. He worked his way to Danni’s side and plopped into a seat. The dramatic flair wasn't finished there. Darick whipped off his glasses -- purely aesthetic, of course -- and polished the lenses. “Sorry, I got manhandled by some celebutante at the door. You work with Martin Scorsese once, suddenly she thinks you’re Jesus fucking Christ. How are you?” ( Not As Mauled As You ) ( Let's Get Down And Dirty ) "You be careful too, thanks for coming out tonight." She gave a wave as she stepped onto the crazy twisting steps and started down. Of course, she had to dodge drunken fools all the way down but it wasn't nearly as bad as the line to get into the elevator and descend into the main section of the club as if one were a god. She made it out the doors and was promptly accosted by a jerk with a video camera shoved in her face. She shoved the camera out of her way with a growl. "Get lost, can't a woman have a few drinks with a pal in peace?" That was what she got for going to the drinking home of the A-list starlets. reply

Twenty Questions [06 Oct 2007|03:47pm] [ mood | good ] [[Non Journal Entry]] Lights. Camera. Action. Joel’s agent had done a good job of getting her client booked on almost every talk show she could find, thinking he should get as much publicity as was possible especially with his return to Birthright. Currently he was sat on the leather couch of a popular talk show, tuned into by a wide and vast audience. Joel had never been one for sitting in front of cameras and answering questions but over time he’d come to the conclusion that if he wanted to get anywhere then he needed to bend a little. The problem with wanting privacy in show business was that after you made it big there was no going back. The presenter - a man who went by the name of Robert Barnes - turned to Joel. “First of all I’d like to welcome you to the show and say it’s a pleasure having you here.” Joel offered his best smile. “It’s a pleasure to be here, Robert.” And the thick drawl on the accent of the words sent the audience into a tizz and a couple people screamed, and Joel just laughed and blushed. “Looks like a couple of your fans are happy to see you.” Robert chuckled and then turned back to Joel. “I guess the question that everybody is dying to know the answer to is why did you decide to come back to Birthright? Especially now. I mean you’ve been gone something close to a year. What brought you back?” Joel laced his fingers together and shifted on the couch until he was able to give his attention to both Robert and his audience. “Well, as you know, I’ve been pursuing a solo career in the movies and for all the success I’ve had I found myself missing a certain quality that Birthright brings to the screen.” He laughed a little as a couple people shouted things out at him. “And to be honest I’ve really missed the character of Joseph, I felt I connected with him in a way I haven’t with any other character.” Robert nodded. “So, tell us about Joseph. I mean, we all know he lost his mother and there have been all these hints that he’s taken revenge for her killing. How do you think he’s coping with the aftermath of everything that’s gone on? “I feel like Joseph is just trying to find his feet again,” Joel explained. “He’s gone back to New York and fallen back into the lifestyle but is now finally free of it but I think there’s a lot on his mind and you can’t just do what he’s done without feeling some kind of regret.” Joel talked with his hands and his face, letting both things express things his words could not. “Vegas is like a second home and I have a feeling that he’ll settle in just fine once he knows who he is, where he stands and what he wants to do.” “Of course,” Robert agreed. His lips slid into a sly smile a moment later. “Any potential love interests on the horizon?” Joel laughed, clasping his hands together and throwing his head back with the fullness of that sound. “Now that would be telling.” He grinned at the audience as several members complained rather loudly. Robert chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to keep watching to find out and see.” Joel nodded his head with a smile, reaching up to take a sip of water. “I guess so.” “Those makeup girls do a good job,” Robert commented after taking a good look at Joel’s neck minus the scar that marred Joseph’s appearance every day on set. Joel reached up to rub at his neck, giving a nod of his head. “Real talented.” “Any plans of doing any movies?” Joel nodded. “I actually have a couple of scripts but I won’t take on anything that might jeopardise the time I can dedicate to Birthright. It really is my passion at this moment in time.” Robert nodded before glancing at his cards with prepared questions. “Any lucky woman in your life?” Joel laughed again and blushed as fans shouted that they would be that lucky woman if he gave them a chance. “Uh… no. I much like Joseph am very single but I guess I’m just waiting for the right woman to come along.” The entire audience aww’ed in unison and Joel turned back to Robert, answering every question that was fired at him with a charisma that seemed to transfer from actor to character. Talk shows and interviews were all part of working under the bright lights, it was something you had to get used to and something you could do in your sleep just as long as you knew what to say and when to say it. Joel finished the show off with a smile and a parting wave before he was heading backstage and calling his agent as she had called him six times and left several messages. “Hey, you called me?” Then there was a slight pause and then a widening of eyes. “They want me to do what!?” Joel cursed under his breath. “They’re aware of the fact that I have two left feet?” He rolled his eyes. “Jumping off a fire escape is easier than Salsa dancing, Kathy.” Joel pulled on his jacket and headed out the back. “Fine, I’ll do it. Just don’t expect miracles.” He murmured another couple of curse words and hung up the phone. Hopefully his dance partner wouldn’t hold a couple bruised feet against him. reply

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