Page 117 of Method Acting

He laughed as we were pulled apart and dragged into the celebrations, but there was no time to waste.

“Okay,” Deirdre said, cutting the music. “Let’s go down to the outdoor theater. Can you hear the crowd?”

“There’s a lot of people down there,” Alex said.

Relief became nerves again. Live audiences were always a rollercoaster. “Let’s go.”

We made our way down toward the beach, toward the outdoor theater. Toward the few hundred people.

“Oh my god,” Amos mumbled.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him along. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

When people saw us coming, they started to clap and cheer, which made everyone look... and then there was more clapping and cheering.

We stood in a curtain-call line, raised our joined hands, and took a bow.

It was a rush.

And for all the crap and stress over the last few weeks, this moment made it worth it.

Deirdre went to the front and asked for quiet.

She thanked us, the cast, but also everyone who worked in production, the camera crews, the sound and editing team. Then she thanked the students for being cooperative and enthusiastic, and the faculty and staff for forgiving any minor inconveniences.

The views for the series overall were huge.

It was hailed as a Blair Witch’s filming approach to a 90210-esque reality series. The amateur nature of it all was its charm, it’s what made it a hit.

“Now what you’ve all been waiting for,” Deirdre said. “Some interviews, and the all-important blooper reel.”

Oh great.

We stood at the side, watching with everyone else. The interviews were thankfully snippets and short, interspersed with clips of behind-the-scenes stuff. Given there was eight of us, it was a lot to get through.

There was footage of Amos and me on day one or two of preproduction, right back in the beginning. We were sitting on the floor, Amos had his back to the wall, and I was propped up between his legs, my back to his chest, and we were reading the script outline.

Then it cut to my interview. “Your character and Amos’s character needed to get comfortable with each other right from the beginning. How did you manage that?”

I grinned on the screen. “By annoying him a lot.”

The audience laughed and Amos chuckled beside me. He slung his arm around my shoulder. “So true.”

“Method acting is an intense insight into the character you’re portraying,” the interviewer said. “Amos, how did you prepare for becoming a character twenty-four seven? And a boyfriend at that.”

On-screen, Amos smirked, his cheeks pink. “Easy. We were never acting.”

The audience cheered, and I leaned into his side, holding his hand at my shoulder. My cheeks were starting to hurt from grinning.

Then the video cut to snippets of us over the last two weeks. Walking, holding hands, laughing, sitting with his arms around me, with my arm around him. All the times I had no clue the cameras were even on us. In the dining hall, in the corridors, walking to his place, leaving his work, leaving the bar.

Then it cut to him frowning at me, scowling at me, and me grinning at him every time.

It was funny as hell.

Then it showed me whipping my swimming trunks off and him barely covering me with a towel just in time. The footage of us in my room, lying on my bed, courtesy of Jimmy. And footage of Amos running down to my house...

That must have been when I’d had my melodramatic meltdown.

---