𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭.

she nodded along with his explanation as if those words made any sense to her. after all this time she should have retained enough knowledge of music to understand what he was talking about. but she’d always just left it up to tommy, her only sense was to go where he lead. blind faith, given his track record—and track record. “totally. i mean it’s going to end. pretty sure it’s going to end on teagan but like, i get it.” which might have been a little bit of a lie, but her director of photography didn’t seem to think it was going to be a huge deal, so she figured why not. if it worked out then they would have some real cinema on their hands, and if not, she wasn’t taking mistakes too hard. “although it will need a really good song for this scene. like it has to keep everything moving. you could take a look at the footage right? it’s got to have a real beat.”

"word.” tommy nodded in acknowledgment, a grin following suit. ingrid was really into the whole thing and it made him be into it too. not that it was hard, half the time he felt like he was just bullshitting around with his best friend. but, like, totally in a professional way. her next suggestion caught him off guard. “woah woah woah.” tommy took two steps back with his hands in the air, “are you serious?” his widened eyes gave away his shock. he felt tingly all over, buzzing even. it was something dumb and small but who cared, for tommy it was freaking awesome. he composed himself by dropping his hands and taking a deep, shoulder raising sigh. the next question was obvious to him. “what if i fuck it up?”

@thomcsprice

Barely a month after Joseph got his own, new apartment, he was being asked by Prometheus Productions to move into what looked like a glorified dorm. 

Fuck this. He wanted his own place for a reason. So Prometheus had something less to control. And yet, the paranoia surrounding celebrity deaths had Cora putting together Prometheus workers like kids at a summer camp. And why? 

Who the fuck knows with that woman?

“Oh, fuck,” he sighed, throwing his suitcase on one of the bunk beds. How long would they be here? God knows Joseph didn’t bring enough clothes. If need be, he’d sneak back to his apartment as soon as he could. He’d lose his sanity otherwise. “Of all the fucking bullshit to deal with. Bunk beds.”

Tommy was excited. He had no idea why Ms. Samson had put together all her children in one place but he knew he was going to make the best of it. He always did. However, he was going to miss his set, which was a first for him. On the bright side all the people he liked were in one place, so really, could he complain?

He wasn’t going to mope around or have a shitty attitude about it. On the contrary, he was determined to have the time of his life in the big ass mansion that—yeah, was ugly from the outside, but was proving to be quite the treat from the inside. All he could do was look around as he walked through the floors and finally reached the hall where his room was, unlocking his door only to find the one, the only Joey. 

“My man!” Tommy nodded with that grin of his on his face as he stepped further into the room, glancing toward the bunk bed. “All we’re missing is the butt lamp!”

“yeah. look her up. if you ever need to impress a girl.” another point in the no category. tall dumb guys didn’t usually give gifts worth keeping. and it was clear he didn’t even have an idea where to start looking. “probably.” she shrugged, disdain coated words. it wasn’t exactly the most original joke. then again, she was already certain that she didn’t care. modern art had never been of any interest of her. she’d picked plays with elaborate costumes, had a penthouse built in the style of the golden age. the past was a sure thing, it had already been decided, it was easy to think of it in clean little boxes now. “the only giveaway would be you walking away with one shoe.” it wasn’t as though the museum was particularly crowded at this point. she’d learned to discern off periods, to avoid crowds of people. it was a new skill, to step out of the spotlight. “i’m not exactly the type for social experiments.”

"i already said i would, damn.” tommy’s hands went up in defeat, mildly amused by the conversation. it wasn’t how he’d intended his day to go but at least it wasn’t boring. however, the more he walked the premises to look at random looking objects, the more that changed. to make matters worse this chick was lame. “then i’d leave them both.” he argued her point. “i wouldn’t be the first person without shoes walking around this town, you know.” whether it was an actor trying out some method acting or a homeless person, the sight wouldn’t be that absurd (and if it was then oh well!). her lack of willingness made tommy sigh, wondering why he was still hanging around. “what are you a type of then?”

“i know you will.” she’s soft and simple on that point alone. to trust in tommy was her nature, to know that he could deliver whatever her wildest dreams were. and to be so funny. it was so easy to say that the role was written for him and that’s why the timing was perfect, but she knew that she had to give tommy more credit than that. he was already a star to her, she couldn’t wait to prove it to everyone else. “that’s why it’s got to start with you!” she pointed at the grey figure with the hearts around his head, the first one to grab it, the kick off. if the first part went well, everything else would just fall into place. life had a funny way of working like that. “i watched this youtube video about how sometimes you need a few minutes without a cut, it helping keep things moving. it feels so old school.”

it felt awesome to have someone trust him as much as ingrid did, the feeling totally appreciated and mutual. he’d never want to fail her, and the best part was that the two of them were having fun along the way. when the project had first been announced, there wasn’t even a second thought about jumping on board. tommy was that friend that’d jump over the ledge if his best friends did too, something that irked the living hell out of his deceased grandmother. “oh shit, me first?” tommy widened his eyes and pointed at himself, giving ingrid a nod before looking down to follow her finger. there he was, a little scrappy, but that was him alright. what she said made sense to him, guilty of watching those type of youtube videos as well. “it’s like when there’s no end to a track. like, the last few seconds match with the beginning of another and it makes the song sound sick and like it’s never going to end. i dig that.”

she looked down at the phone in his hand, watching the pictures go by with a smile. everyone looked so happy, her heart overflowed. it never mattered how the film turned out, only that everyone could come away from it with memories worth sharing. and tommy deserved it so much after everything that had happened. “i think it’s going to work! it’s just a lot of people, so check this.” she pulled out her notebook, flipping to a rough sketch of some frames: the open safe kicking everything off. “the camera follows the egg as it gets passed around—keep everything moving.” it would be different, an experiment. she would use it a such. she didn’t want to see it any other way. she looked at the sketches again, smudged charcoal that likely only made sense to her. “i knew i could count on you.” they’d pulled together. she knew that she would join anything he did, support unending, but this was the first time he’d really helped her. she couldn’t have done it with any other person by her side. “just dance has totally prepared us.”

tommy nodded and followed directions by watching ingrid pull out her notebook and flip through it, watching the pages go by until it landed where it needed to be. he was eager to shoot the particular scene they were talking about. nothing like a good chase to get your heart pumping. he was only more than happy to hear what ingrid’s ideas were, not the best at being able to visualize these sort of things but willing to try anyway. her sketches did help though, as muddy as they seemed. “this is gonna be so awesome.” tommy took the liberty of taking a hold of ingrid’s notebook for a closer look, flipping through a page to see the sequence of the egg being thrown around from person to person. “uh, duh. just dance has definitely prepared us for this.” he scoffed, turning another page. “like we were being trained all these years without even knowing it.” tommy looked up from the pages, “i’m gonna make you proud, ing. just you wait.” 

“tiffany’s. the jeweller.” she looked over at the guy who’d ended up next her, trying to decide if he would even be of the caliber to afford that little blue box. she couldn’t decide, but the second sentence placed him firmly in the no category. “write it down. one day you might need to impress a girl.” this was the city of dreams for what it was worth. leave it the stranger looking lost in the museum to make it further than she anticipated. “nothing’s stuck. it’s the design.” she’d spent enough time in school palling around the different new york exhibits to develop a skill of reading brochures and spitting them back out as her own knowledge. “it’s modeled after a hot air balloon, that’s all.”

"oh.” tommy stared back up at the chandelier, “i knew that.” he shrugged it off. no big deal. who cared?! it was a ball made by some chick named tiffany—which, lame name by the way— and they called it art. confused at what she meant, tommy glanced back down at the blonde and nodded as if he understood. “does she have a last name? instagram maybe?” he was still under the impression tiffany was a sole person. “know what, nevermind. i’ll look her up and hit her up.” tommy wafted his hand in the air telling her to forget about it. for the meantime he’d stare at tiffany’s ball and realize that, yeah, he could totally see a hot air balloon now that she mentioned it. it still didn’t make it any better though, he didn’t get the fascination. “wow.” he widened his eyes mockingly, “so cool.” tommy snorted. “i bet i could take my shoe off right now and put it somewhere in this place and have people look at my shoe like a piece of art. just how you were staring up at this thing.”

she didn’t have a closed set. she liked the frenetic energy of people going in and out, setting everything up, putting together everything for a big cohesive vision. her grasp of the script had always been emotional, character driven, the technical wording that her DOP and crew always wanted wasn’t exactly her strong suit. they were in a mansion for the week, filming a scene that was supposed to be reminiscent of fight club. she turned to the person standing next to her, “crazy right?” there was still part of her that didn’t believe it was her in charge of the entire operation, but she “i have an idea for the chase scene, it’ll be so cool—i’m thinking a long take. it’ll be a lot of work, but that’s good right? the steadicam operator is so game.”

game night had quickly become one of tommy’s favorite projects to shoot; everything from the script, to the stunts, to the actual filming was fun. simple as that. he was having the time of his life, and having ingrid there to share in the silliness of it all only made it that much better. admittedly, working with her was new but something he’d learn to handle. it was hard for him to be serious with anything but at the end of the day he didn’t want to fail her and her vision so he made sure to try his damn best at what he was doing. their current set had proven selfie worthy and so tommy had been bugging anyone of the crew he could find to take his picture and only once he was satisfied with the thirty-two photos of him, did he quickly make his way back to ingrid. “these are so bomb.” tommy swiped through number twelve and thirteen, a little distracted but still listening to what ingrid was saying. “it’s sick, ing!” he had to agree with her, the whole thing was crazy, but the good kind. “if you’re game then i’m game. multiplayer this shit.” 

in her time in los angeles she’d never been one for meetings, at first they’d been too much for her to handle. the thought of all those eyes on her, expecting something. but now she simply didn’t need them, she’d done her job without them. she’d beaten the rules of the system with just her money. and now it all just kind of felt like an intrusion on her time. time well spent at different shopping centers and museums. she liked the getty, it felt like a touch of home. she looked up at the galle chandelier, turned to her companion: “it’s no tiffany.”

he was supposed to be going the complete opposite direction of where he’d ended up, but the gps on his phone had no knowledge that tommy was dumb enough to type in the wrong address, and so he found himself staring up at a chandelier he couldn’t properly admire. it was grand, golden arms and intricate details making it a piece worthy of the getty. to tommy it looked like a blue ball that had gotten stuck in the middle of this thing while being dunked. “who’s tiffany?” he asked, looking down from the piece and at her. “she the one that got this thing stuck?” 

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?