Behind The Scenes

So…many of you probably know who I am. Maybe you read a rumor about me in Star Magazine, or saw my name in the opening credits, or debated on if I could pull off a win on the big night of the Oscars. And let me just tell you…I can.

Allow me to introduce myself. Evvie Reilly, movie star. Haha that never gets old. But seriously, I am. I was a normal jock and tomboy, with great taste in music, who was ‘discovered’ when I got in trouble (long story) and was forced to do one of our school productions. I was originally doing stage crew for it, but my parents decided that I needed to be truly tortured. I hate to admit it, but they were right. I got cast as one of the leads, and the director sent videos of me performing to an agency.

Jessica Ramirez became my agent, and she has been wonderful. Booking me cameos and movie roles and fantastic talk show slots. It’s been a blur. A wonderful and fantastic blur.

***
I headed of my bathroom, brushing out my long red hair. Plopping down on my bed, I stretched out in my fluffy bathrobe. I was just relaxing when my cell phone rang.
“Hey, Jess. What’s up?” I sighed. I didn’t even have to ask. I knew the first words out of her mouth would be…

“News, Evvie.” Yup. I was right. “You know how you were supposed to be on SNL as a host next month? Unfortunately, the slot is for next Saturday. Meaning, the producers and publicists completely screwed up Meaning, you have to be at rehearsal in forty-five minutes! I am so sorry babe! There was a total confusion and a shitload of yelling and…oh my god I gotta go! Love you!”

“You too, babes! See you soon,” I hung up the phone with a sigh. As much as I adore Jessica, she’s not the most attentive person in the world. I set down my now cold tea and sat up slowly. As I was getting changed into my jean cutoffs and a concert shirt from one of my favorite bands, I flipped on the T.V to see the Today Show was reporting a “Mob of teenage girls flooding the outside of the studio of the hit television show, Saturday Night Live, where British and Irish boy group, One Direction, is to be the musical guest this weekend. The host to accompany this weekend them is none other than Evvie Reilly, Oscar winning actress.”

“Shit!” I muttered to myself as I scraped back my hair into messy ponytail, my go-to look since age six. I was already having anxiety about the short notice rehearsals; the last thing I needed were heartthrobs Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall around with their super fans to make it worse. Directioners were nothing like Evers. I don’t fully understand how, but now I have a fan base? And they call themselves Evers, due to my name. Evers were great, supportive fans, whom I loved like no one could ever understand, but they wouldn’t have actual mental breakdowns do to the fact that I was in a fifteen mile radius from where they were shopping. I hope.

Once I managed to get through the NYC subway without being noticed by any tourists, I slowly struggled through the crowd of fangirls until I was rescued by the SNL security. No matter how much anyone protested I was not going to walk around the streets of New York with a bodyguard at my side. I had lived there since birth and I could take care of myself.
Paparazzi and teens flooded behind the barriers. Flashes went off as I entered the stage doors, raking my hair out of my face and adjusting my sunglasses on the bridge of my nose. After inside, I attempted to close the jammed door, failing miserably. With one final yank, I got the door closed, only to be slammed into from behind with a soccer ball.

I sighed and turned around. The culprit was nowhere to be seen, so I flipped the ball up with my foot and started juggling. I honestly couldn’t help myself. When I got up to thirty-six keepy uppys, a boy with scruffy brown hair appeared from around the corner.“There’s the ball! Sorry, love, we kinda got out of control, I guess.” He laughed. “Wait a minute, you’re Evvie Reilly! Aren’t you hosting for the show?” The boy, who I had recognized as Louis, asked. “Man, sweet, uh, soccer skills!” He complimented.

“Yup. Thanks. I’ve been playing football since the day after I got out of the hospital. Plus I’ve been a Manchester United fan since before that even. My family called soccer football and the other football American football.” I replied, grinning.

“Pretty, talented, and athletic. We’d better not let Harry anywhere near you,” he joked. “C’mon. Rehearsals start soon, but we can have some fun beforehand.” I followed him down a hallway and into what looked like a dressing room. There were three boys standing in the middle of the room, chatting about something, and one blonde boy opening a bag of potato chips on the big table of snacks. “Oi, mates!” Louis yelled.

“This is Evvie. You know, the one from the movies.” Four heads snapped up from their various tasks. Smiles met my eyes as the rest of One Direction came over to hug me.
“Wonderful to meet you. I’m really…” Zayn was cut short by the sound of his phone going off. “Oh I’m so, so sorry. It’s Perrie and she’s only going to have a few minutes free today.” He gave me a quick side hug and sprinted out to the hallway.

“It’s really amazing to meet you, love. I’m a huge fan of your work.” Liam went in for a full hug, and I returned with a strong one of my own. “Wow, this girl can hug!” He laughed. I laughed along, and then hugged the blonde boy, Niall.

“Really nice to meet you, Evvie. I love your movies so much.” He went in for a hug to the left, while I went to the right, and then we both awkwardly went to the other side. I laughed, then guided him towards his left and hugged him for real. “Damn, Li. You didn’t lie!” A still red in the face Niall joked.

“Nice to meet you.” I said as a curly haired boy who towered over me approached. He bent down in a hug, then pulled away and smiled.

“I’m Harry. It’s really lovely to meet you. I think I’m your biggest fan out of all the boys.” He winked and I laughed. “I’m kinda a hopeless romantic, so I was in love with every romantic comedy you were in.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Thanks so much! It really means a lot to me that you guys think I’m talented!” I responded. I had to be a good girl, with no sarcasm, for the first hour. That’s all I had to do.

***
“Please Niall. As if you could beat me at anything.” I challenged, grabbing the soccer ball and passing it between my hands.

“What the hell happened to the nice girl who was kind and ‘sooo happy that we enjoyed your work’?” Niall mocked me.

“Please. That’s my polite, professional side. She rarely comes out.” I snorted. I was hanging out with the boys after rehearsals. We had decided to go back to my place, as it was pretty nice and large, and have a Chinese takeout kind of night. It was pretty laid back for the most part, but right now I was out for blood. Niall and I were both talking about, bragging really, about how many kicky-uppys we could do. I knew I was about to kick his sorry ass, but he was convinced other wise.

I dropped the ball to the wood floor of my apartment, and flicked it up into the air with ease. I then proceeded to juggle the ball with my feet until Niall finally reached out and slapped it away from my feet, a sour puss on his usually happy face. He attempted to reach the same number as me (53 but who’s really counting) and failed, only getting up to 21. I held my hands up in glory while Harry presented me with a beer, which I promptly chugged half of. Niall, however, pouted at his loss.

“Be careful who you make bets with, kiddo. I was varsity soccer co-captain my sophomore and junior years of high school, and the only freshman to start on the girls’ varsity team in over 10 years…not to brag or anything.” I informed him.

“Who was the other co-captain?” Liam inquired.

“Well when I was a sophomore, it was a senior named Maddie, but when I was a junior, it was my best friend Isabella.” I responded. “That girl is a prodigy. She’s an insane soccer player, and she was an elite dancer. Not the kind that competes, the kind who’s with the American Ballet Association from 5th grade on.”

“Any more hidden talents?” Zayn asked, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend Perrie, who I had met on many occasions without Zayn. The phone call was to let him know that she had a week and a half off, so she was coming to see him on SNL.

“I played hockey on a boy’s team for 10 years in addition to soccer before focusing in on soccer. They didn’t have any teams that girls could play on, so I joined the boys…” I trailed off. I only enjoyed bragging when everyone was bragging as a joke. I hated bragging about my athletic ability. I knew I was good, and I didn’t fish for complements, but I never tried to flaunt or to act better than anyone else.

“Wow. Your athleticism makes me look like the bloke on My 600 Pound Life.” Louis joked. I cracked up, and heard Niall snort. I looked over at him and smiled and he winked, smirking. Lou seemed to notice, and nudged me in the shoulder.

“He’s one to fall hard fast. I’m not too surprised.” Louis raised his eyebrows at me, and I shoved his shoulder. When he reached for another beer, Liam slapped his hand away.

“No, mate. We’ve gotta be there at 10 am and I’m not going to be the one to drag your hung-over ass out of bed.” Liam stated. I put down my beer bottle.

“He’s right. We gotta kill it”

Notes

Wow!!!

So this is the first chapter of a story that I've been working on for a while, and I'm sorta proud of what I've got so far. I hope people like it, so here we go!

P.S. I'm going to try to do the thing that they do with Friends where they say "the one with" or "the one where" but tell me what you think!