Chapter Two
Thinking positive was hard, especially when she was checking her e-mails every single day to see whether she’d received any kind of response from the film company. And her mailbox, and her voicemail. She was trying her best not to get her hopes up, and also not to give up completely, but with each passing day she was walking a fine balance between the two and it seemed her mind was starting to lean more towards the negative. After all, what possible reason could they have to employ her out of everyone else who had applied?
In the meantime, she got on with her everyday life as a trainer, going to the gym three times a week for her regular sessions, and sometimes a little extra for her one-to-ones, which were more irregular and sporadic, based on when her clients were available.
In between working, she often had time to pursue her other hobbies, which was one of the things she appreciated the most about her schedule and the freedoms it allowed her. She volunteered at an animal shelter once per week, helping out with the stray and abandoned dogs and cats. She’d always wanted a pet of her own, but the small apartment she lived in didn’t allow them. This was her way of being able to interact with animals without actually owning them, and it always made her happy to see a dog or cat she had cared for get re-homed with good, kind owners.
She also loved singing, and that was another of her weekly activities. There was an open mic night down at one of the local bars on a Wednesday evening, and Ashleigh could nearly always be found there, wearing a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done nice – looking totally different to her usual sporty appearance at work. She loved to dress up and feel attractive when she went out. Sometimes she’d even curl her hair or style it differently. That was part of the fun for her: dressing up, feeling like someone else for the night. It was like acting. And when she had those clothes on, and that makeup, and that hair, she could be anything or anyone she wanted to be, and it gave her the confidence to get up on stage and sing, because she was pretending. She would close her eyes and imagine she was Marilyn Monroe or Grace Kelly, all her heroes from the old movies who had such beautiful, pretty voices.
And Ashleigh had one too.
She knew she did. She’d been told that her whole life, and when she was younger, she always got the best parts in musicals at school. It was just her confidence that was the problem sometimes.
The people she knew and talked to at the open mic night were a completely different set of friends to the ones she knew from work and the animal shelter. It was like she led three separate lives, and the three of them rarely met or clashed, which was a relief to her. Her ‘musician friends’ were, of course, encouraging of her ambition in film, and one of them had even suggested she submit an MP3 of her singing along with her application to be a runner; that she should be open and honest with the film company and let them know she was ambitious and keen to go further in the industry and break into acting. Although she was nervous of that idea at first, she was eventually talked into it and she did it. Now though, she was beginning to wonder if that was the reason they hadn’t got back to her. Maybe they thought she was too arrogant and big-headed, or maybe they hated her singing. Was she even that good? Negative thoughts plagued her mind more often than the positive ones, and it was getting harder to concentrate on her work at the gym.
Trina must’ve noticed the change in her, and chatted her up about it one lunchtime after her spinning class, when the two of them were both on a break at the same time and getting a sandwich together from the gym canteen.
“You shouldn’t beat yourself up over this whole thing, y’know?” she said gently as they sat down and began to eat.
It had been over three weeks since Ashleigh first applied, so at this point, they had both pretty much accepted that she hadn’t been chosen for the position.
“There’ll be loads more opportunities like this,” continued Trina encouragingly. “Think about it. Movies are being shot all the time, which means they probably need runners all the time too. You should look out for adverts more often, maybe join a few websites that send you job alerts for that type of thing, or join an agency that can find work like that for you. There’s all kinds of proactive things you could be doing to increase your chances of breaking into that industry. Maybe you’ve just never considered them before because you thought this was all a pipedream, but now you’ve actually put yourself out there and done it, maybe you won’t hold yourself back anymore.”
Ashleigh thought about what her friend was saying. Those were all really good points, and deep down she knew she was right. Maybe this was just the start.
“I guess so…”
“I know so,” Trina smiled and nudged her gently. “Don’t give up yet. This is only the first hurdle. You’re not a quitter, are you?”
“No…”
“Exactly. I’ve seen how hard you push your clients in their workouts, so maybe you should start pushing yourself a little more too. Mentally, I mean, not physically. You’re fit enough.” She laughed, and Ashleigh joined in, feeling much more relaxed about the whole issue, and amazed at Trina’s ability to make her feel good about herself just by saying the smallest things.
She went home that afternoon in a better mood and had put thoughts of Hollywood out of her mind. She didn’t even bother checking her e-mails. She just made herself a coffee and curled up on the couch to watch one of her favorite, old time movies. She loved the classics. There was just something about that era that was so…romantic. Especially in black and white.
It wasn’t until later on in the evening when she was feeling peckish and got up from her position in front of the TV to make herself something to eat did she decide to check her messages.
Her heart nearly leapt through the ceiling.
She’d received a message from a film company.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” Ashleigh muttered to herself out loud, pacing up and down her small kitchen and just staring at the unopened e-mail, hardly daring to open it.
It was probably just a rejection letter, she told herself. Just a polite ‘no,’ ‘not this time,’ ‘better luck next time,’ something along those lines.
Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes up.
She clicked the e-mail.
And her heart skipped a couple more beats, her stomach churning over and twisting into knots, her palms already lined with the cold sweat of excitement.
Her eyes quickly scanned through the content of the message, widening in surprise and disbelief, then further excitement.
Dear Miss Thomas,
Thank you very much for your application. We have studied your resume –and the attached MP3!– and think you would be a perfect candidate to come on board our fun, quirky, and hardworking team here at Romero Films. We welcome fresh talent from all walks of life, and your unique application definitely stood out.
Our apologies for the delay in getting back to you, but we did have a number of applications to sort through, and things have been busy with pre-production. If you’re still interested in the position, please get back to us ASAP.
Filming for Dangerous Existence starts this Friday at 9am at Sandylane Studios in Hollywood, LA.
Further details, including address and contact information will be sent to you upon your confirmation of taking on the role.
Kind regards,
Sally Hunter
3rd Assistant Director
Having read through the entire e-mail several times, Ashleigh could still hardly believe this was happening. She put her phone down, then did a little victory dance through the kitchen, literally jumping up and down and screeching with happiness.
Of course, she replied to the e-mail almost immediately, letting them know she was most definitely still interested.
The first thing she did after that was call Trina to let her know what had happened.
Despite knowing this meant she would be quitting the gym –at the very least for the next few months– her friend was over the moon for her. She’d seen how much Ashleigh wanted this, and how not hearing from the studio had affected her over recent weeks.
Next, she called the animal shelter, and let them know too. She hadn’t really told anyone there about her plans, or the application, so it was a total surprise to her boss, Alan, but he was happy for her too, and told her to make the most of the opportunity. She would be sad to leave all the animals, but hopefully it wouldn’t be forever.
Next on the list were her three closest friends who attended the open mic night, the three of whom she talked to most often. They were all incredibly excited and happy for her too, especially Ellie, who had been the one to encourage her to send the MP3 of her singing.
And finally, her parents. She didn’t see them very often, because they lived in a different state, and Ashleigh had moved out when she was nineteen, but they still met up for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and other special occasions, so she felt it was only right to let them know she’d be going away for a while and where she would be staying. She promised she would forward them the address details as soon as she had them.
Once all that was done –and her evening meal almost completely forgotten about– she got on the laptop and booked herself a flight to Los Angeles for the very next day, her head spinning with excitement, imagining what it was going to be like.
She did manage to eat something, eventually, but then she spent the rest of her night packing, wondering what kind of clothes she should take with her, and as she lay in bed tossing and turning, barely able to sleep, she smiled to herself.
This was it. This was finally her chance. Her shot at doing something different with her life. Something new, fresh and exciting. A chance at fulfilling her dreams.