Brit Brinson [Dia of the Dead Dia of the Dead (epub)

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.“Here’s hoping for another season.” She held up crossed fingers.I doubt if anyone noticed my cheeks growing red under the pounds of makeup used to give my copper brown skin the appearance of someone brought back from the dead but I was mortified.I started to apologize to Sloane and the rest of the actors for wasting their time with my terribleness but Sloane had already disappeared from the set.The other actors were beginning to leave too.With a stomach full of nerves and head full of worry, I headed back to my dressing room to peel off my costume and return to plain ol’ Dia Summers.Being an actress was easy most days.I’d show up at the studio early (no matter how tired I was) and sit in the makeup chair while the special effects team worked their magic.Several hours later, Katrina and Jared would take me from average teen Dia Summers to Dia Muerto, zombie high school student turned kick-ass defender of Romero High.Once my skin was painted mostly greenish-gray and my dark eyes had dark rings like I hadn’t slept in millennia, fake scars were glued in place, and blue-haired Blake—the third member of the hair and makeup team—would slick my hair up into Dia Muerto’s signature high ponytail.With hair and makeup done, I’d be sent off to Wardrobe where most of my time was spent being poured into a black vinyl catsuit with a white sugar skull design on the left side (over my heart).After the suit was zipped, I’d lace up my combat boots.When the utility belt armed with everything Dia Muerto would need to fight supernatural baddies was tightened on my waist, I’d be rushed out of the room and onto the set.Once there, it was up to me to show off my talent for Sloane the director.It was usually easy.But today I was off my game.I managed to get through hair, makeup, and wardrobe with no problem but once I was on set, under the bright lights and in front of the cameras…I forgot how to do… everything.It was like I’d never acted a single day in my entire life even though acting was all I’d done for the last several months.I tried to think about what had me distracted.Then I remembered the evening’s event.Today wasn’t just the last day of shooting forDia of the Dead; it was also the day of a career-making or career-breaking party.I’d spent the last week trying to prepare and only managed to drive myself crazy.I knew I had to push my anxiety about the situation aside and try my best to make a good impression.But with the rumors about the importance of this party floating around Bixby Studios, I couldn’t do it.Everything had to go right.I had a few more hours to get my act together.I retreated to my dressing room and gathered my things.Mom was waiting for me in the studio parking lot.Taking one last look at the lot, I hoped for the best as we headed home to start getting ready for the party.TWOI can’t do this.I tugged at the hem of my borrowed black dress, wiggling as if the movement would magically make it longer.But every time I pulled it down, the low neckline showed off more than I even knew I had up top.If I pulled the dress up, too much leg was on display.I couldn’t catch a break.Kaci Miller graced best-dressed lists on a weekly basis.She should’ve known better than to give me such a short dress to wear to BB Bixby’s Eighteenth Birthday Bash.I had bigger things to worry about.I didn’t need to add pulling a “Missy Bolton” and accidentally flashing my goodies to the photographers roaming around downstairs to the list.I thought I’d have a chance to get my nerves to chill out before the party but it seemed like they’d amplified a thousand times over since I left the set.To say I was “on edge” was an understatement.A bass-heavy beat from the party going on outside filtered into the safety of my bathroom stall.From the sound of it, everyone was having a blast.All of them were used to the spotlight.They made it seem easy while I was still adjusting to the change.“Dia? Are you in here?” a familiar voice called.“Nope,” I responded.The click of heels on the gray marble floors grew louder as they approached my hiding spot.She was coming for me.“Really, Dia?” I peeked at the floor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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