Post by Joel Carter Foster on Nov 2, 2012 18:11:54 GMT -5
Joel stretched his arms up over his head and tilted his back out as he dangled the cigarette between his lips. The water park was shut down for the video over the next few days, and the only problem? It was a little chilly. So he had been awake since about three that morning overseeing heaters being put in – everywhere. He managed to heat the water up and was letting it sit so that it would still be warm when they were filming. Not to mention he had gone to every Target, WalMart and K-Mart this town had to offer until he bought out every single robe and blanket so that the dancers and extras could cuddle up if they got chilly. Ordinarily Collin would take care of this – but Joel had persisted to direct this video so he was trying to take control of everything. Which also included ordering in what had to be a never ending flow of coffee, hot chocolate, cider, all sitting around the tables and edges. Plus the food. He wanted them to all eat pretty well – and he was making sure it was all stuff that sounded good on a colder day. Joel cleared his throat, bringing his finger up to his lips where he took the cigarette away and looked down at the screen in front of him. “ Let’s angle this a bit more,” he said, pointing up to the camera drop and tilted the camera against folly that it was attached to. He looked over his shoulder in time to see Justin. “ Hey man did you get something to eat?” he asked, flicking his thumb against the edge of his cigarette as he turned to the side. “ I’m too nervous. Faith should be here any second. Speaking of, you better be careful. She sees you smoking, she might hit you,” Justin said with a slight smirk. Joel made a slight face and shook his head lazily. “ People don’t hit me,” he said before bringing it back to his lips and taking a drag as he looked back down at the mock ups of the video.
The plane to get Faith had arrived last night and about an hour later Justin had told Joel that he wanted to propose. The problem with Justin was that he had the mind of a three year old. He had an idea, he just didn’t know how to execute it. So Joel had called down to the hotel so that this morning Faith would be delivered a nice breakfast with roses and a spa day. She had wanted to come down to the set, and at least this way she would be able to get a massage and relaxing day. Then he had set up an appointment for her to go to a hair stylist to get whatever makeover she wanted which would be followed up by a quick little shopping spree. Joel knew Justin would want today to be perfect. He was just a dog chasing a car who wouldn’t know what to do with it once he got it. Thankfully, Joel always had the mindset that every girl deserved to be treated like a princess. He’d said it from day one. Except for the girls that thought their shit didn’t stink – which came with an annoying realization as one of the crew members came up to him. “ Nicki says if she doesn’t shoot her part soon she’s leaving,”. Joel lowered the cigarette from his lips, not taking his eyes away from the different scenarios he had drawn up. “ So let her,” he said plainly, unimpressed without any emotion in his tone. “ Just let her leave?” he asked and Joel coughed before looking up finally, “ Yeah if she doesn’t want to be here.. let her go. I sure as hell don’t need her,” he said. “ She’s talented..” the person said nervously, watching Joel. “ She’s replaceable,” Joel said with a yawn as he stubbed out his cigarette before he looked at the guy. “ How long did it take for me to sell out Madison Square Garden?” he asked. The crew member looked from Joel to Justin, before bringing his eyes back to Joel. “…Twelve seconds, Mr.Foster,”. Joel scrunched up his eyebrows, “ Call me Joel – and yeah. Twelve seconds. How long did it take Nicki Minaj to sell out Madison Square Garden? She’s a fad,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “ Lady Gaga…Nicki Minaj.. Putting theatrics into a performance when you have the talent, is a crowd pleaser for your fans. Bringing that theatrical bullshit to your life is because you’re a talentless piece of shit who is banking on the shock factor to bring in your fans. The talent isn’t there, but you’re a new shiny toy. And you’re so wrapped up in the fame that you let yourself become this puppet who doesn’t even realize that their hanging by a thread. Meat dresses.. Neon colored hair with multiple personality disorder. Get real.. She doesn’t have talent. And I don’t need her. I don’t gain anything from her being here. So if she is going to be a diva, she can do it somewhere else. Because the people that I’m going to accommodate are the dancers that are freezing their asses off just to be a part of something they find exciting. I won’t however accommodate to some bubblegum- expiration date on her ass- wig wearing- talentless – overrated – soon to be washed up- mindless drone that is trying to tell me how to run my video shoot when she can’t rub two brain cells together to get out of her heated trailer to come show some support for the people who are supporting us here today,” he said before looking at the crew member. “ Do you want me to write that down, or are you good?” he asked, reaching back to take another cigarette out of the pack in his back pocket. “ … I’ll go talk to her, Joel,”. Joel held the cigarette between his lips as he lit it, muttering to himself. “ Have fun losing brain cells,” he said before he blew the smoke into the cold.
Justin snickered and shook his head, “ Ah, Joel. You hang around Renner too much,” he said before Joel smirked and sat back down to finish looking at the reels he needed to start up. “ Justin why don’t you go start getting everyone in their marks for rehearsal. We’re going to do a couple run throughs.. I mean as many as they can take before we just need to film it.,” he said, looking down at his phone to look at the time, “ Faith is going to be here soon and I told the driver to bring her up to this point, so I’ll keep an eye on her until you get back,” he said before thanking him, giving him a quick fist bump. Joel looked down at his phone to see a text from Libby, but instead of reading it right now, he locked his phone and slid it in his back pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed and then ran his hand over his face. Things were supposed to work with Tori. Things were supposed to work with the girl that, inadvertently, was the cause of his coma. That wasn’t for nothing. They were supposed to be together. That thought process had made sense at a time. If he kept repeating it to himself, maybe it would make sense again. Joel rolled his neck from side to side, letting it pop at all ends before he sat back in his seat. He could have set everybody up himself, but he wanted Justin away when Faith got here. He was already a nervous mess, knocking shit over every time he turned around. She would know something was up for sure if she got there at Justin looked like he was about to pee his pants. Joel reached his hand up, scratching the edge of his shoulder before he sat up in the chair slightly and took his wallet out of his back pocket. “ Hey,” he said over to his personal assistant. “ I’m gonna send you out… Go to like.. every restaurant in town and buy enough gift cards for everyone so there’s a good mixture. Make it like.. twenty-five bucks each. Then head to the movie theater and get them some vouchers to see a movie or something, two each. And um…” he said before puffing out his cheeks and looking her over, “ Why don’t you.. have that stuff be delivered so I can hand it out when it’s ready, and then just.. go get a massage or something. Buy yourself a necklace.. I don’t really care.. just don’t tell me what you spend,” he said, relinquishing his credit card over to her before he looked up through the people surrounding them to look for one of his best friends soon to be fiancé.
The plane to get Faith had arrived last night and about an hour later Justin had told Joel that he wanted to propose. The problem with Justin was that he had the mind of a three year old. He had an idea, he just didn’t know how to execute it. So Joel had called down to the hotel so that this morning Faith would be delivered a nice breakfast with roses and a spa day. She had wanted to come down to the set, and at least this way she would be able to get a massage and relaxing day. Then he had set up an appointment for her to go to a hair stylist to get whatever makeover she wanted which would be followed up by a quick little shopping spree. Joel knew Justin would want today to be perfect. He was just a dog chasing a car who wouldn’t know what to do with it once he got it. Thankfully, Joel always had the mindset that every girl deserved to be treated like a princess. He’d said it from day one. Except for the girls that thought their shit didn’t stink – which came with an annoying realization as one of the crew members came up to him. “ Nicki says if she doesn’t shoot her part soon she’s leaving,”. Joel lowered the cigarette from his lips, not taking his eyes away from the different scenarios he had drawn up. “ So let her,” he said plainly, unimpressed without any emotion in his tone. “ Just let her leave?” he asked and Joel coughed before looking up finally, “ Yeah if she doesn’t want to be here.. let her go. I sure as hell don’t need her,” he said. “ She’s talented..” the person said nervously, watching Joel. “ She’s replaceable,” Joel said with a yawn as he stubbed out his cigarette before he looked at the guy. “ How long did it take for me to sell out Madison Square Garden?” he asked. The crew member looked from Joel to Justin, before bringing his eyes back to Joel. “…Twelve seconds, Mr.Foster,”. Joel scrunched up his eyebrows, “ Call me Joel – and yeah. Twelve seconds. How long did it take Nicki Minaj to sell out Madison Square Garden? She’s a fad,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “ Lady Gaga…Nicki Minaj.. Putting theatrics into a performance when you have the talent, is a crowd pleaser for your fans. Bringing that theatrical bullshit to your life is because you’re a talentless piece of shit who is banking on the shock factor to bring in your fans. The talent isn’t there, but you’re a new shiny toy. And you’re so wrapped up in the fame that you let yourself become this puppet who doesn’t even realize that their hanging by a thread. Meat dresses.. Neon colored hair with multiple personality disorder. Get real.. She doesn’t have talent. And I don’t need her. I don’t gain anything from her being here. So if she is going to be a diva, she can do it somewhere else. Because the people that I’m going to accommodate are the dancers that are freezing their asses off just to be a part of something they find exciting. I won’t however accommodate to some bubblegum- expiration date on her ass- wig wearing- talentless – overrated – soon to be washed up- mindless drone that is trying to tell me how to run my video shoot when she can’t rub two brain cells together to get out of her heated trailer to come show some support for the people who are supporting us here today,” he said before looking at the crew member. “ Do you want me to write that down, or are you good?” he asked, reaching back to take another cigarette out of the pack in his back pocket. “ … I’ll go talk to her, Joel,”. Joel held the cigarette between his lips as he lit it, muttering to himself. “ Have fun losing brain cells,” he said before he blew the smoke into the cold.
Justin snickered and shook his head, “ Ah, Joel. You hang around Renner too much,” he said before Joel smirked and sat back down to finish looking at the reels he needed to start up. “ Justin why don’t you go start getting everyone in their marks for rehearsal. We’re going to do a couple run throughs.. I mean as many as they can take before we just need to film it.,” he said, looking down at his phone to look at the time, “ Faith is going to be here soon and I told the driver to bring her up to this point, so I’ll keep an eye on her until you get back,” he said before thanking him, giving him a quick fist bump. Joel looked down at his phone to see a text from Libby, but instead of reading it right now, he locked his phone and slid it in his back pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed and then ran his hand over his face. Things were supposed to work with Tori. Things were supposed to work with the girl that, inadvertently, was the cause of his coma. That wasn’t for nothing. They were supposed to be together. That thought process had made sense at a time. If he kept repeating it to himself, maybe it would make sense again. Joel rolled his neck from side to side, letting it pop at all ends before he sat back in his seat. He could have set everybody up himself, but he wanted Justin away when Faith got here. He was already a nervous mess, knocking shit over every time he turned around. She would know something was up for sure if she got there at Justin looked like he was about to pee his pants. Joel reached his hand up, scratching the edge of his shoulder before he sat up in the chair slightly and took his wallet out of his back pocket. “ Hey,” he said over to his personal assistant. “ I’m gonna send you out… Go to like.. every restaurant in town and buy enough gift cards for everyone so there’s a good mixture. Make it like.. twenty-five bucks each. Then head to the movie theater and get them some vouchers to see a movie or something, two each. And um…” he said before puffing out his cheeks and looking her over, “ Why don’t you.. have that stuff be delivered so I can hand it out when it’s ready, and then just.. go get a massage or something. Buy yourself a necklace.. I don’t really care.. just don’t tell me what you spend,” he said, relinquishing his credit card over to her before he looked up through the people surrounding them to look for one of his best friends soon to be fiancé.