Even Villains Go To The Movies by Liana Brooks Read Free Book Online Page B

that Tyler was supposed to crash, probably with Glee in tow. Once again, Angela wondered if she could find a script. “Do you see Luiz?” The studio doors were open to the outside, a dingy alley with blue lighting bleeding into the sound stage with two sweeping staircases, a chandelier too glittery to be real, and the pompous air she expected from a library in a Disney movie. “Um...”
    “Jacob!” Glee waved from her dressing room door. “Come here, baby!”
    “See? She wants my pizza!” Jacob stuck his tongue out and then strutted toward Glee.
    “Bless your heart,” Angela muttered. Luiz’s sharp whistle cut through the air. Angela turned around, looking for someone in black leather riding gear.
    A hand tapped her shoulder. “Wrong direction,” Luiz said.
    Angela frowned as she pivoted. Luiz was wearing a skimpy purple gown with a violent lime green stole. “That’s not riding gear.”
    “The Talent are the only ones on bikes today. And Glee, of course.” She snickered at her own joke. “The rest of us are playing Menacing Uninvited Guests at the museum party.”
    “Oh, the set is a museum?”
    “You haven’t read the script yet?”
    “I keep meaning to do that.”
    Luiz pushed at her back. “Go get showered and into a makeup chair. And be grateful that they filmed the hot make-out scene already.”
    Angela shook her head as she retreated. “I really need a script.”

Chapter Eight
    Dear Mom,
    I know normal people sometimes juggle two jobs, but I don’t think they ever juggle two jobs like these. I spent all afternoon staring into burning hot lights with an industrial fan trying to whip my eyeballs out, took a thirty second shower, peeled myself out of the white banana suit, and pulled on a black silk negligee that’s pretending to be haute couture.
    I did finally get a script. Without breaking any confidentiality laws, I can firmly say that the writers watched way too many Indiana Jones and James Bond films in their youth. Ty is playing Indíbil Riberio, a Brazilian archeologist who is also an agent for Interpol. There’s a criminal biker gang, a girl on the run from trouble, and more motorcycles than I ever needed to ride. Tonight’s scene involves a bike wreck (onto very soft mats—I checked), a kissing scene in an alley (because Indíbil Riberio can’t keep his hands off a semi-naked woman—at least that’s believable), and then they break into the museum charity ball to steal the Thing! The script doesn’t say what the Thing is, but I keep hoping that they’re there to rescue a rock-like superhero. Probably not.
    And tell Daddy that I sent him a box. It took me all morning to find the minions, but I found four of them and shipped them home priority. Hopefully they won’t eat the box and give anyone a scare.
    All the love from your very sleep-deprived daughter,
    Angela
    She sent the email as Tafi, the makeup artist, finished turning her into a stunningly edgy beauty her own mother wouldn’t recognize. Angela tried standing in the boots wardrobe had provided. “I’m going to break my ankle if I run in these.”
    Tafi winced. “Boots? With this dress? Wanda? Why is the body double wearing boots?”
    “No one will see her legs!” Someone, presumably Wanda, shouted from behind a row of gowns.
    “Have you seen this skirt? They are supposed to see her legs!”
    Angela stood, tugging at her dress in an attempt to cover her panties. “My legs and everything else. This slit is indecently high.” Apparently tonight’s shoot called for her to wear haute couture’s sluttier cousin.
    The stylist walked in, pink curls bouncing around bright red, cat-eye glasses. “Lose the panties. She needs to go commando. Find some strappy heels. And somebody paint her toenails red. Glee has red nails. Her body double needs red nails. Think continuity people!”
    Tafi gave a put-upon sigh. “Why isn’t Glee doing this? I already did her makeup twice for this scene.”
    “She doesn’t ride