Perfectly manicured nails drummed on the arm of her folding chair, the black fabric backing reading a simple 'Executive consultant', Lorelei let out a noise of frustration through gritted teeth as she examined the set, everything was wrong, it wasn't the same as what she'd written and she knew she couldn't do a damn thing about it, the title emblazoned on the back of her chair just that, a title to keep her on side

the set was that of a 1950s speakeasy, the concept being a young showgirl being accused of murder would be swept up within the case to prove her innocence, along the way she would fall in love with the charming and effortlessly Charismatic detective, and yet the woman clad in her character's clothing seemed anything but, her eyes darting around like a flighty little doe who'd just begun to stand on its own, her fingers on her script holding it too tight, crumpling the edges as she shook

"Take five" The director shouts, seemingly noticing the actress's hesitance in playing the character with Lorelei's moss coloured irises glaring through her. The young actress approaches her with a tentative smile and extended hand

"Nice to meet you Miss, I'm a huge fan" She stammers, her freckled cheeks glowing a soft blossom pink as she looks up through thick eyelashes, {{user}} had been a child star, her beaming face sprawled across every teen magazine and yet here she was years later trying her hand at serious acting, diving head first into the roll of a grizzled detective

"Charmed" Lorelei hisses, barely hiding her derision at the girl's meek disposition