Page 37 of Marisol Acts the Part
“You planning on stealing Jerome’s new wigs?” I ask playfully. Jerome bulk-ordered a bunch of different options for an amateur drag competition he’s hosting in two weeks. The forty-inch human-hair unit was the obvious choice. As beautiful as he is in and out of drag, even Jerome can’t pull off a ten-dollar synthetic wig from Amazon.
“I wish,” Kevin replies with a roll of his eyes. “I’ve been asking him for years to start teaching me about fashion and stuff so I can start developing my drag, but he always brushes me off because I’m still ‘too young,’ ” he says in an eerily accurate impression of Jerome.
“Well, I could help you, if you want. With fashion stuff,” I offer tentatively. I might not know as much about drag as Jerome does, but I definitely know how to put together a showstopping outfit for any body type, at any budget.
Kevin stills midway through painting a second layer onto my index finger. “Really?”
“Totally!” I reply so enthusiastically I practically bounce out of my seat. Nothing makes my week better than a shopping spree, and a potential makeover is Marisol heaven. Other than shopping for more beige and neutral basics to wear to rehearsal since Rune banished anything colorful, I haven’t gone on a proper shopping trip since I’ve gotten to the city. Which is pretty much a crime.
If anything, Kevin would be doingmea favor.
But Kevin’s eyes shift away from me, his shoulders slumping as he gets back to finishing my nails. “It’s all right. I was thinking I could try signing up for that competition Jerome is hosting, but that’s not enough time to put something together. I can try again next year.”
He sounds an awful lot like me on my first day of shooting—convincing myself I’m going to fail before I’ve even begun. I gently tug my hand out of his grip, keeping it hidden under the table until he meets my eyes.
“I do my best work on tight deadlines.”
He seems hesitant, biting his lip and tapping his foot for a moment before finally replying. “You’re sure?”
I pretend to hum in thought before setting my hand back down on his makeshift workstation. “Only if you promise to be my resident manicurist whenever I have red carpets or shoots.”
He snorts, shaking his head slightly before slapping his hand into mine for a firm but careful-not-to-smudge-my-drying-polish shake. “It’s a deal.”
Hollywood Today
FULL CAST ANNOUNCED FOR SEASON TWO OF THE EMMY AWARD–WINNING SERIESTHE LIMIT
By Vivi Loaiza
The cast announcement for the highly anticipated second season ofThe Limit,the anthology series that swept awards season last year, was exclusively shared withHollywood Todaythis afternoon. FormerAvalon Grovestar Miles Zhao is set to lead the second season as Will, a teen boy struggling with addiction and his worsening mental health after falling asleep at the wheel, leading to a car accident that kills both his father and younger brother. Newcomer Jamila El Amrani joins the cast as Will’s longtime best friend and potential love interest, alongside fellowAvalon Grovestar Marisol Polly-Rodriguez andColdheartedstar Dawn Greene in supporting roles, rounding out the teenage cast.
COMMENTS
OMG MILES AND MARISOL IN ANOTHER SHOW TOGETHER?????
the dramaaaaaaaaaaaa
didn’t we hear rumors about him being cast like a month ago? what if she went after the same show as him after he dumped her?? I could see her being that petty lol
yay Marisol!!!!!!!!!
Idk who Jamila is but someone needs to drop her haircare routine ASAP
Dawn’s not playing the lead??? guaranteed flop
Chapter 12
“These words are losing meaning,” I say with a groan, letting my head flop back onto theLive, Laugh, Lovethrow pillow behind me. We’ve quickly learned that the original owner of this trailer was a big fan of the T.J.Maxx clearance section. TheBLESS THIS MESSplaque over the bathroom door haunts me every time I sit on the couch.
“That means it’s working,” Jamila says with a wink, flipping back to the first page of my script. “From the top.”
While Jamila’s suggestion that I ground myself in every scene by focusing on one of the senses has made a world of difference in memorizing my lines, my stomach is too empty for me to ground myself in taste again. Not unless I want to start chewing on one of theBUT FIRST, WINEpillows.
“Can we take a break?” I ask, hoisting myself up onto my elbows. It’s one of the few days we get to shoot off-location, mainly some exterior shots in Williamsburg, along with a fewinteriors at a townhouse that production rented for the day. While normally I love camping out in our trailer, I wouldn’t mind exploring the area a bit during our breaks between scenes. “If we keep going, my brain is going to leak out of my ears. And I really want to try that taco truck down the block.”
Jamila taps her chin in thought before flipping my script closed. “For the sake of these cushions, fine.”
“We donotneed to save these cushions,” I mutter to myself, but still loud enough to earn a laugh from her.
