Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,75
hash out details for what needs to be done. Thanks again, everybody. I appreciate your support.”
The crew began shutting down their equipment. Several came up and gave Sydney an encouraging word. Within five minutes, only the key players remained—along with Dash.
Sydney turned to the second unit director. “Britt, how is the car chase scene design coming? And the fight scenes choreography?”
“I’m ready to shoot the chase tomorrow if that’s what you need. It’ll give you time to replace Marlyn. I can film tomorrow and Friday. The days were already built into late next week so we should come out even, time-wise, by flipping them.”
“Good. Make a note, Bernie,” Sydney instructed the intern, who started typing on his iPad. “You’ll be sending out the email informing everyone involved in the production of the changes that we discuss here.” She looked back to Britt. “And the fights?”
“Still need to coordinate with Dash and stunt doubles on those. Dash will need to get the choreography down.”
She looked to Dash. “How long do you think it’ll take you to learn it?”
“Probably three hours but I’d like a couple of days of practice to be comfortable enough to make it realistic. That’s what’s worked for me in the past on previous films.”
“Then let’s reserve next weekend for that and start filming those scenes a week from Monday.”
“Obviously, we need our new Rachel ASAP,” Jayla added. “That will determine the rest of next week’s schedule.”
“I’ll be working on that as soon as we end here. Assume we’ll have her by Monday. Bernie, pencil in the scenes Marlyn shot this week for Monday and Tuesday. Then we’ll go from there.”
Bernie stuck around after Britt and Jayla left in order to clarify what to push forward. Once the intern had down everything to Sydney’s specifications, he said he’d ready the email to send out to the cast and crew.
That left only Dash with her. Sydney said, “I’m planning to contact Keely Kennedy now. If she’s willing, we’ll need to go at it hard this weekend.”
He slipped his hands behind her back and drew her near. “I’ve never been more proud of you, babe.”
His lips brushed lightly against hers. Sydney relished the feel of his mouth on hers and the warmth of his hands as they stroked her back. She only wished they had time to give in to the kiss.
Reluctantly, she broke it. “We’re still on a break. Now more than ever.”
“I understand how much pressure you’re under. Believe me, I want you and this film to succeed. Just know I’ll be at your beck and call when it wraps.” Dash gave her a swift kiss to re-seal their deal.
Her lips still tingling, Sydney said, “I’d appreciate it if you met with Keely and me.”
“You bet. If she’s free, we can spend the next few days and the entire weekend rehearsing.”
Sydney called Regina. “Text me Keely Kennedy’s contact info.”
“I heard what happened,” the casting director told her. “I just got off the phone with Big Jim.”
Sydney knew the news would get out but didn’t realize how fast.
“Don’t worry, Sydney. The crew has closed ranks. The media won’t hear about this from any of them. Jim and I are seeing each other. That’s the only reason he let me know so I’d be in the loop. I’d already pulled Keely’s file and was about to reach out to you.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way. I’ll have to let Ron Sampson know sooner rather than later but I’d prefer he hear about Marlyn from me and not TMZ.”
She hung up. Seconds later, her phone chimed with Keely’s number. Sydney punched in the actress’ number and prayed she would miraculously be available.
“Hello?”
“Keely? It’s Sydney Revere. We met at the auditions for No Regrets.”
“Hi, Sydney. Of course, I remember you. What can I do for you?”
“I need to see you about a project. When can you meet?”
Keely laughed. “You’ve got impeccable timing. I’m walking out of a voiceover job that wrapped today. As a typical actress, I don’t have my next job lined up yet. I can meet anytime.”
“How about now? It’s important.”
“Sure. Where would you like to meet?” Sydney heard the eagerness in the actress’ voice.
“Let’s meet at my dad’s house where you auditioned. Do you need the address?”
“No, I remember where it is. I’m about forty-five minutes away from there.”
“That’s fine. See you soon. And thanks, Keely. I know this is short notice.” She hung up.
“I guess we’ll rendezvous at Monty’s?” Dash asked.
Sydney nodded. “I’ll see you there.”
She returned to