Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Paper

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. This is one of my works in progress. Enjoy!

They sat around the medium sized mahogany table. In front of each of them were a binder, a pad of paper, a yellow highlight pen, a bottle of Perrier water and a white square dish. The center of the table had platters of fresh fruit and assorted breakfast pastries.

The night before Robbie had brought her to see the lofts in Williamsburg, Brooklyn before driving out to his home in Long Island City. The moment Jill stepped foot into the cottage, she had already made her decision. After spending over twenty years in Los Angeles, she was ready for country living.

His house was on at least seven acres of land.  Beyond his house, the in the ground pool and tennis courts was the cottage neatly tucked away behind the trees and shrubs. The rooms were over-sized, but it was the sun room with built in bookcases that sold her. She just hoped that she was making the right decision mixing business with pleasure.

Lou Shapeman, executive producer sat at the head of the table. When he opened his binder, the room became silent. “I’d like to start by thanking everyone for being on time. I’m hoping this will be a habit that we’ll all become accustomed too.”

Everyone laughed breaking the tension in the room. Robbie had forewarned her that at times these meeting became quite intense. His advice had been for her to just sit back and not say anything unless it was related to her.

After close to four hours, they had the script for episode one completed. Jill didn’t need to say much. Lou loved the script. What he changed was some small dialogue and instead of the scene, taking place in a restaurant he moved it to a coffee house, saying that they would need less extras.

 After the meeting, Robbie took her out for lunch and then stopped at the studio in Williamsburg on the way home. From the outside, the building looked like an old warehouse.

Inside the studio had been set up for the taping in two days.

Jill walked around the room. “I love it. I can’t believe that the design team captured my description of the setting so vibrantly.” Walking over to the set of the café, she shook her head up and down. “I have to agree with him on his decision to change the setting from a restaurant to a café.”

“That’s why I told you earlier not to say anything.”

“I wouldn’t have, anyway.”

“Lou is a stickler for people disagreeing with him. He always wants to be right even when he’s wrong. Everyone just appeases him.  I have a way of talking to him making him think he’s the one who came up with the idea.”

“That was me when I was working on the soap. Ricky Lewis hated when people disagreed with him.  I’m glad that you’re the go between man on this set.”

“I’m not thrilled with the job, but I’ve been working with Lou for a long time.  It takes a while to get to know a person. Their likes and dislikes.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’m hoping to find those things about you.”

Jill followed Robbie outside.   One thing about Lou’s office, his secretary makes horrible coffee.”

“We need to stop at Starbucks so I can get us a good cup of coffee.

They sat down on the bench across from the parking garage. Despite the cold weather, Jill felt warm inside. The meeting was a success. Lou complimented her time and time again on how much he loved the episodes she wrote. She loved the boost to her confidence, however, felt bad for the other people around the table who all had a hand in creating the story. She just took the plot and ran with it.

“I want to talk about you,” Robbie pointed at her. “I want to get to know everything there is to know about you.”

“There isn’t much to tell.”

“I know there is a lot going on inside your head. And I’m sure you want to know what’s going on in mine.”  He stood up, taking her hand in his and led her across the street to the parking garage. He handed the gentleman in the garage his ticket and they waited for the car to arrive. “And tonight there’s no getting around it. I’m going to cook you a wonderful dinner. We’re putting work on the back burner and we’re going to talk about us.”

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Tuesday Tales Word Prompt - Spider

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Spider. This story is about starting over.

                                          

Throughout dinner, Robbie talked about his shoot two years ago in Italy. He said after being in Rome, Venice, Naples and Sicily, his favorite place was Sicily. Besides that most of the people in the small town they shot in spoke Sicilian dialect, they were the warmest

and most generous people in the small fishing town.  After dinner they went down the street to an exquisite coffee shop where coffee and shots of Sambuca cost more than fifteen dollars a cup. Kim couldn’t decipher if he brought her there to impress her, or to bring her up to speed on the last trends in New York City.

“Tomorrow, we have an off day. But for the rest of the week we have meetings regarding the television show.  The executive producer is shooting for starting in two weeks.  We have the actors lined up and have decided to shoot in a studio in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.”

“I have no trouble with that.  My car is arriving tomorrow. I’m going to drive to my friend’s house and then start looking for a place to live.”

“That’s been taken care of for you.  The studio has a few lofts not far from the studio. I was thinking that tomorrow we can take a ride over there and you can see which one you would be interested in.”

“I was thinking about buying a house or an apartment.  I’m just not sure.”

“The loft is your to rent, lease or buy.  Or if you want, you can come stay with me for a few weeks until you decide what you want to do.  I have a big house and a cottage in the back that isn’t being used.  You can stay there until you decide. All I have to do is have the cleaning service come in to dust and get rid of the spider webs by the front door.”

“Spiders and dust balls?  When was the last time someone used the cottage?”

Robbie rested his index finger on his cheek.  After a few moments he answered. “I would have to say when my sister came to stay with me a few years ago.”

“Oh.” Jill knew she was floating on uncharted territory. This was getting a little too close for comfort.  Or was it?

Jill lifted her coffee mug to her lips. Throughout her whole career she always had a grip on her life. Sure men always approached her, however, being married always kept her on the straight and narrow.  She would have never cheated on her husband; not that he respected his wedding vows.

“Think about it. I’m just throwing a few options out there for you. I hate to see you rush to buy something you aren’t going to be happy with.”

“Thanks. But somehow I feel as though you have an ulterior motive.”

Robbie sat back in the tall bistro chair. He poured more Sambuca into the crystal shot glass and drank it down in one shot.

“You better believe I do.   I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight.”

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