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Amelia's Starring Role (chapter 1)
  She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected. Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-andseek with an imaginary friend.
  Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem. Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind her.
  "Oh, sir, I hadn't expected to see you...you startled me." she lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
  "I can see that." smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned to face. "I'd been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the matter?"
  "The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It's nothing of any real urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my assignment, after all." she smiled in return.
  "Cut! Okay, we've been here long enough for tonight, and that's a wrap for this scene. We'll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 -- that footage doesn't look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We're doing good and we're staying on schedule, let's keep it up!" The director stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their characters
- 2 - to leave them, slowly.
  "Amelia, you're doing a wonderful job. It's amazing to me that you've never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to making movies."
  "Yes, well, it's new but it's fun. I've been told I'm a natural," she replied with the nonchalance of someone who's not sure she's really been paid a compliment, "but I think it's just luck: good luck to have my foundering ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business."
  Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected, strangely neutral "American" accent of her own. "I think your ego is a healthy one, no worries there." he chuckled. "Would you like to go into town and have dinner this evening? I'm absolutely cringing at the thought of another repast in my cabin, and I'd enjoy the company."
  "Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards and I can't play solitaire without them, so, why not?" Her mischievous grin was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective trailors.
  Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh, well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She smiled again, and blushed...Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an *actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he'd look equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she'd fallen in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups. Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last minute, mindful of Patrick's waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
  "Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their time and make a man's stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their suppers. I approve."   That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting fellow. If he hadn't been there she honestly believed the "magic" would have been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.   Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, - 3 - returned her smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the site for awhile and anticipating "real food" at an unspecified restaurant in the town below. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~   "...and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was playing `musical chairs'!" laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits he'd all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he'd started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twentyfive years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first large part and showing tremendous promise -- he was happy to be a part of this experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was perhaps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She'd go far...