lights, camera, action!

“No worries, just make some noise next time.” She chuckled walking over to him. “You know I’m always down to see how badass I look.”

“I’ll start wearing necklaces made of pots and pans or something -- oh, or a bell! You’ll never miss my entrance ever again,” he said with a grin.

@softlysound: The world may never know! 😉

Nate: I feel like that's way worse than a hangover. At least if you're feeling ill from drinking it goes away after a day. Colds can last so long!

Dawson: Not in Vegas, mate. Everyone is covering a hangover of some sort with hats and glasses. I'll just wear all black and then people will assume I'm emo. I don't think my first thought when I see someone in hoodies in too hot weather is guns and bombs, but maybe I'm just not that paranoid. Handheld, for sure. I love the mobility.

Kara was getting back to her trailer after a long day of filming. She had done alot of mentally exhausting scenes and was ready to sit back and relax. She closed the door behind her and as she was about to lay on the couch She was startled noticing the figure in her trailer. “Shit dude, you scared the fuck out of me.  Whats up?” She said half laughing.

olive, leaning on the bathroom sink, balanced herself on the rim. the faint pink plus, on the first analog test, was her only needed form of confirmation, and she was uncommonly calm. finally acknowledging him. “you don’t look like tmz, and i don’t entirely plan on hiding it.” 

@softlysound: as the lyrical genius @selenagomez once said, 'I'm so sick of that same old love' and that's the tea. 💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽

olive and spencer had made a deal. annul their little vegas oops, when and only when, the loose ends of that night were tied up all neat and tidy, and the sheer liquid needed for four pregnancy tests made it all and all impossible to baracade the gender neutral bathroom door, and she was distracted by the four tests ranging from the cheepo dollarstore one to the most expensive one money could buy, digital, with its app and own timer on her phone. they were all perched on the sink rim. when the door opened, olive rushed to cover them with a paper towel, knocking them all off of of the counter ledge. very much in view. she let her hands fall to her sides. “hello there doesn’t seem damn appropriate now, does it?”

Dawson: Don't forget about the sunglasses! That's the other crucial element. Maybe a hoodie so you can put the hood up over your hat as well. It's the curk, mate. Best gaming console I've ever had.

Yeah, I’m just glad you guys never crossed paths because I’m not sure if he’d plant something suspicious on you or like…make your pants catch on fire. No magic tricks! I support him, but I’ve had to draw the line at bringing magic into private time. It was getting out of hand. 

Oh man, does he just like carry around anthrax for his magic tricks or something? Or did you mean more like, rare exotic bunnies that he smuggled into the country taht I’d get busted for instead. Oh yeah! I watched an episode of Young and Hungry about that, did he try to use magic tricks during sexy time?

Nate: Does anyone else still feel like they've got a hangover from Vegas or is it just me?

Dawson: But you're the hot camera guy from Breakthrough! Pretty sure you're about to get some unwanted attention if you ask me. Did you bring any kind of gaming device, that's the real question. I've got my Switch, but it's just not the same gaming by yourself.

Temple: REALLY? That sounds like the worst omg. But that is so super useful and will definitely get you places in Hollywood lmao. You could be The Advil Dealer.

Kara: I'm ready to hit the club and I've chosen you to be the lucky person who gets to join me

Rett stood in the wings of the stage, watching all of his idols – television directors, among them the ones from Breakthrough – answer questions in their panel. He silently promised himself that one day, he’d be up there, but for now, his job – and whole reason for being at DramaCon anyway – was to hold Bianca and Nate’s coffee. After a particularly close call with nothing to blame but his own clumsiness, Rett almost spilled the coffee on a passer-by but caught it just in time. “Phew!” he exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, impressed with his own reflexes. “I would not have wanted to be the guy that gives someone third-degree burns all while accidentally shortcircuiting the sound board,” he laughed. 

“Okay, but like... how hilarious of a story would that be to tell later though?” Davis chuckled, glad that if Rett was going to have a close call it was with someone like him who really didn’t care all that much. “Also, I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t really know what all the different kind of burns even mean, but third doesn’t sound that great, right? That’s just like, a bronze-level burn, it’s not like gold-star burnage.”