Post by Jems on Jun 23, 2004 17:20:44 GMT -5
Rating PG-13 but only because of mild swearing used in the text.
Disclaimer: I do not own Keira Knightley nor any other famous people that occur in the story that you recognise. Other characters are most likely to be pure fiction that I have made up in my own imagination along with the plot.
Note: I am not yet sure how frequent the updates will be, but I will try my best to make sure I update as much as I can. Also, im not a very good writer I just do it for fun, so dont expect it to be out of this world
Chapter 1
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I always used to love the rain. The way it pounded down on the soft ground beside my feet, pittering and pattering as if playing a solid tune. Somehow, it always seemed to gain my liking. However now it seemed, that feelings can change rather easily and I was becoming to dislike the rain greatly.
The cold wailing wind bit into my skin ferociously, and I shivered from a particularly icy blow that stung my cheeks with such an enormous amount of bitterness. I took a step backwards before regaining my still position again. Huddling under the large umbrella, I decided angrily that it seemed to be accomplishing everything but saving me from the large raindrops that came plummeting down from the grey, murky sky.
My hair, which had once hung magnificently on the top of my head, was now falling around my face glumly, as if the sudden downpour was drowning them slowly. The limp, wet strands seemed to wrap around my neck as if attempting to strangle me to death. I sighed a deep sigh and if anyone had been surrounding me, they would figure instantly that I was not at rest. My mood seemed to match the sullen weather and my spirits were far from high, infact they were below zero.
In case you hadn't guessed...I was not happy.
I mean I should have been happy...I should have been feeling great, on <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=top%20of%20the%20world" onmouseover="window.status='top of the world'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">top of the world</a> even. I was making a dream come true for myself becoming successful in the acting industry. People knew me, they would call to me in the street, and I was the ‘young 18 year old British actress Keira Knightley, who had starred alongside Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean.’ Somehow, although I was achieving my life goal, there was something inside me that felt numb.
A black figure that had once been in the distance came scurrying towards me. Gesturing me to shuffle a little to the side, the lady ducked under the umbrella so she could be shielded by the lashes of rain that struck down from the heavens in a flash.
"Here you are sweetheart." Sharman, my mother said kindly, as she placed a cup of coffee in my outstretched hand, which was more or less blue from the cold.
I examined my mother’s gentle, loving face, which always seemed to be stretched into a smile. No matter what the weather was like, no matter what my mother was feeling, she always seemed cheerful and upbeat. It was times like these, when the beautiful scenery I had once stood in turned into a wet foggy thicket and I was standing in an inch deep puddle, I became to really admire my mother. She always appeared to be happy and content even if her feelings weren't so and I only wished I could cover up how I truly felt. It seemed however, that maybe I wasn’t that great an actress after all, as I failed to do so.
"A thank you would be nice," she said giving me a slight nudge with a joking smile set upon her expression.
"Thanks," I mumbled dully. Pushing back my brown hair, that insisted on hanging over my eyes and I inspected a recently broken fingernail.
"Cheer up," she insisted, taking such an incredibly small sip of coffee, it made me wonder if she had actually swallowed anything let alone tasted it. "It's only rain and this disastrous weather is bound clear up sooner or later, then we can finish shooting your last scenes and head for the airport."
The corner of my full lips finally decided to curl into a smile at the sheer comment that had been made. The thought of returning home to the small town of Teddington that stood just on the edge of the suburbs of Wimbledon, appealed to me immensely.
I had missed my brother Caleb along with my father Will and I had longed to visit my friends, which I had not been able to do when filming. All I had been able to manage in order to keep in contact with those I valued was to hear their voices on the phone. My plan had worked, until my <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=mobile%20phone" onmouseover="window.status='mobile phone'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">mobile phone</a> cut out on me, which it seemed to be doing more and more frequently as the days pulled up in front of my eyes.
As the mass of wispy fog lessened, I could make out what had once been shadowy figures, scuffling about obeying orders that were being thrown at them. The large teardrops that had been rocketing down from above, started to come down in a slight spit, barely touching the skin on my arms that still remained exposed, even with the aid of shelter.
"Miss Knightley, you are needed in the <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=make%20up" onmouseover="window.status='make up'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">make up</a> trailer right away before we proceed in shooting the scene. The weather is clearing up you see and we want to wrap up the filming for tonight."
I swallowed the last of my strong coffee and nodded slightly, as I hastily handed Sharman the empty foam cup. The man, who had come up to tell me where I was wanted, started to walk off intending me to follow and I quickly traced his footsteps. As I left, I held up my hand in a small wave to my mother in goodbye and she shot me a reassuring grin, which was used to lighten my spirits.
As I sat in the make up trailer, sitting patiently while an artist carefully applied cosmetics to my face, my mind wandered to home. Teddington was where I wanted to be right now. I wanted to curl up in my warm bed watching love films like any teenage girl did on a rainy day. Sometimes I just wished I could be an actress without the hectic life of the media, shoving their cameras in my face. At the moment I couldn’t manage to escape anywhere without the media being present and poking into my private life. I knew I needed time off from work...until December at least, when I would once again be off to the Caribbean, but that was not something that I could not help but look forward to.
I examined my face in the reflection of the tall, towering glass that hung on the wall in front of me. I felt shattered yet I didn't appear it. The only give away from my lack of sleep, were the large bags that hung under my eyelids.
"There we go Keira you look great." Mich*lle my make up artist said, sending me a smile that I returned, trying to wash away my gloominess.
"Cheers Mich*lle, I don't know how you do it. You are so good at you're job."
Mich*lle laughed, "I better be, I trained hard enough. Ok, now go and do what you were made to do in front of the cameras!"
I let out a giggle and as I left the trailer and out into the fresh air, holding a strong scent of dew, I let out a true smile. My spirits had somehow lifted now the sun had appeared from behind the clouds and they would remain...for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Keira Knightley nor any other famous people that occur in the story that you recognise. Other characters are most likely to be pure fiction that I have made up in my own imagination along with the plot.
Note: I am not yet sure how frequent the updates will be, but I will try my best to make sure I update as much as I can. Also, im not a very good writer I just do it for fun, so dont expect it to be out of this world
Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~
I always used to love the rain. The way it pounded down on the soft ground beside my feet, pittering and pattering as if playing a solid tune. Somehow, it always seemed to gain my liking. However now it seemed, that feelings can change rather easily and I was becoming to dislike the rain greatly.
The cold wailing wind bit into my skin ferociously, and I shivered from a particularly icy blow that stung my cheeks with such an enormous amount of bitterness. I took a step backwards before regaining my still position again. Huddling under the large umbrella, I decided angrily that it seemed to be accomplishing everything but saving me from the large raindrops that came plummeting down from the grey, murky sky.
My hair, which had once hung magnificently on the top of my head, was now falling around my face glumly, as if the sudden downpour was drowning them slowly. The limp, wet strands seemed to wrap around my neck as if attempting to strangle me to death. I sighed a deep sigh and if anyone had been surrounding me, they would figure instantly that I was not at rest. My mood seemed to match the sullen weather and my spirits were far from high, infact they were below zero.
In case you hadn't guessed...I was not happy.
I mean I should have been happy...I should have been feeling great, on <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=top%20of%20the%20world" onmouseover="window.status='top of the world'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">top of the world</a> even. I was making a dream come true for myself becoming successful in the acting industry. People knew me, they would call to me in the street, and I was the ‘young 18 year old British actress Keira Knightley, who had starred alongside Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean.’ Somehow, although I was achieving my life goal, there was something inside me that felt numb.
A black figure that had once been in the distance came scurrying towards me. Gesturing me to shuffle a little to the side, the lady ducked under the umbrella so she could be shielded by the lashes of rain that struck down from the heavens in a flash.
"Here you are sweetheart." Sharman, my mother said kindly, as she placed a cup of coffee in my outstretched hand, which was more or less blue from the cold.
I examined my mother’s gentle, loving face, which always seemed to be stretched into a smile. No matter what the weather was like, no matter what my mother was feeling, she always seemed cheerful and upbeat. It was times like these, when the beautiful scenery I had once stood in turned into a wet foggy thicket and I was standing in an inch deep puddle, I became to really admire my mother. She always appeared to be happy and content even if her feelings weren't so and I only wished I could cover up how I truly felt. It seemed however, that maybe I wasn’t that great an actress after all, as I failed to do so.
"A thank you would be nice," she said giving me a slight nudge with a joking smile set upon her expression.
"Thanks," I mumbled dully. Pushing back my brown hair, that insisted on hanging over my eyes and I inspected a recently broken fingernail.
"Cheer up," she insisted, taking such an incredibly small sip of coffee, it made me wonder if she had actually swallowed anything let alone tasted it. "It's only rain and this disastrous weather is bound clear up sooner or later, then we can finish shooting your last scenes and head for the airport."
The corner of my full lips finally decided to curl into a smile at the sheer comment that had been made. The thought of returning home to the small town of Teddington that stood just on the edge of the suburbs of Wimbledon, appealed to me immensely.
I had missed my brother Caleb along with my father Will and I had longed to visit my friends, which I had not been able to do when filming. All I had been able to manage in order to keep in contact with those I valued was to hear their voices on the phone. My plan had worked, until my <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=mobile%20phone" onmouseover="window.status='mobile phone'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">mobile phone</a> cut out on me, which it seemed to be doing more and more frequently as the days pulled up in front of my eyes.
As the mass of wispy fog lessened, I could make out what had once been shadowy figures, scuffling about obeying orders that were being thrown at them. The large teardrops that had been rocketing down from above, started to come down in a slight spit, barely touching the skin on my arms that still remained exposed, even with the aid of shelter.
"Miss Knightley, you are needed in the <a href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/rtl.asp?k=make%20up" onmouseover="window.status='make up'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">make up</a> trailer right away before we proceed in shooting the scene. The weather is clearing up you see and we want to wrap up the filming for tonight."
I swallowed the last of my strong coffee and nodded slightly, as I hastily handed Sharman the empty foam cup. The man, who had come up to tell me where I was wanted, started to walk off intending me to follow and I quickly traced his footsteps. As I left, I held up my hand in a small wave to my mother in goodbye and she shot me a reassuring grin, which was used to lighten my spirits.
As I sat in the make up trailer, sitting patiently while an artist carefully applied cosmetics to my face, my mind wandered to home. Teddington was where I wanted to be right now. I wanted to curl up in my warm bed watching love films like any teenage girl did on a rainy day. Sometimes I just wished I could be an actress without the hectic life of the media, shoving their cameras in my face. At the moment I couldn’t manage to escape anywhere without the media being present and poking into my private life. I knew I needed time off from work...until December at least, when I would once again be off to the Caribbean, but that was not something that I could not help but look forward to.
I examined my face in the reflection of the tall, towering glass that hung on the wall in front of me. I felt shattered yet I didn't appear it. The only give away from my lack of sleep, were the large bags that hung under my eyelids.
"There we go Keira you look great." Mich*lle my make up artist said, sending me a smile that I returned, trying to wash away my gloominess.
"Cheers Mich*lle, I don't know how you do it. You are so good at you're job."
Mich*lle laughed, "I better be, I trained hard enough. Ok, now go and do what you were made to do in front of the cameras!"
I let out a giggle and as I left the trailer and out into the fresh air, holding a strong scent of dew, I let out a true smile. My spirits had somehow lifted now the sun had appeared from behind the clouds and they would remain...for now.