Love Unrehearsed
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“I don’t, either,” I added, giving him my support. If this was how they handled happy news, I’d hate to see how they handled a majorly bad shitstorm.
David sort of shrugged it off. “It’s not really, Taryn. What you have to understand is that Ryan’s career is potentially riding on how well Reparation premieres. This is his first major motion picture lead role outside of the Seaside franchise, and the critics, the major studios—everyone is waiting to see if he can carry a film on his own. This premiere is big, and it’s all about image control, that’s all. This is nothing new, Ryan.”
Image control?
I glanced back at one of the printouts.
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand. What does our engagement have to do with any of that?”
Marla’s head jerked in my direction. “Well I’m sure you’ll start to care when he’s offered subpar roles and the money isn’t there anymore.”
I could have done without her “isn’t it obvious or are you too stupid to realize it” glare.
Ryan’s fist hit the table. “Do not talk to her like that,” he warned, pointing his finger at her.
“Marla—” David said, attempting to quell her temper.
“I couldn’t care less how much money he has. Despite what you think, my feelings for him aren’t tied to his fame or his fortune. Are you trying to say he won’t get offers and people will stop coming to see his movies because we’re engaged?”
I noticed Ryan’s lips twitch with that.
“No, no.” David tried to dismiss my assumption, halting me with his hand. “Aaron and I have been—”
Marla interrupted. “Ryan’s career is only beginning to blossom. His future prospects all stem from the decisions he makes now.
Do you want to see him fail?” My spine stiffened further. “Of course not!”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryan groaned, but she ignored him.
Marla continued to address me. “Then you’ll both need to accept that the public’s perception of his status and behavior greatly affects his marketing viability. He needs to remain low-key and professional at all times—without scandal or opportunistic individuals taking advantage of his good fortune.”
Her last words felt like a slap. “Are you insinuating that I’m one of them?”
Ryan sat up, arching into defense mode, but stopped when it looked like Marla was going to apologize. For a moment, I thought she would attempt to be civil.
“In this business, negative impressions can linger for years, in some cases having irreparable consequences on an actor’s career.
Ryan is here to do press for his movie, not to be inundated with questions about his ridiculous display. His moment of indiscretion is now hugely overshadowing the premiere of Reparation. You forget that he is being paid by very influential people to promote the movie, not to explain why he climbed on a table,” Marla informed us harshly.
She turned her glare on Ryan. “How many times do I have to remind you that you do not want this kind of press?”
“I know what my responsibilities are!” Ry-an snapped angrily.
“Then you should have controlled yourself and realized that standing up on a table in the middle of a crowded bar was a bad idea!” she zinged him back.
Ryan stretched his fingers as if he desired to choke her. “Do you really want to keep pushing me on this? I get the point.”
“Well, someone’s got to keep on top of your behav—”
Gaaaaahhhh!
“Enough! Just stop it!” I broke in. “I don’t care who you are. You will not take one of our most precious memories and turn it into something he should feel guilty for doing. I will not allow it.” I stood behind Ryan and rested my hands on his shoulders, actually fearing that if I let go of him, table, chairs, and bodies would go flying. “So he stood on a table and asked me to marry him. So what? You’re making it sound like he was high on dope and clubbing baby seals when he did it. Surely this, this disclosure, can be turned into something positive.”
Marla stared blankly at me, apparently surprised that I had the guts to speak again.
She turned her attention back on him.
“Ryan, perhaps it would be better if David and I continued this meeting with you privately to discuss our action plan. I’m sure your Taryn has other things she needs to attend to.”
“Excuse me?” I glared at her, completely astonished that she would even think to remove me from the discussion. This bitch had some nerve.
David sort of shrugged it off. “It’s not really, Taryn. What you have to understand is that Ryan’s career is potentially riding on how well Reparation premieres. This is his first major motion picture lead role outside of the Seaside franchise, and the critics, the major studios—everyone is waiting to see if he can carry a film on his own. This premiere is big, and it’s all about image control, that’s all. This is nothing new, Ryan.”
Image control?
I glanced back at one of the printouts.
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t understand. What does our engagement have to do with any of that?”
Marla’s head jerked in my direction. “Well I’m sure you’ll start to care when he’s offered subpar roles and the money isn’t there anymore.”
I could have done without her “isn’t it obvious or are you too stupid to realize it” glare.
Ryan’s fist hit the table. “Do not talk to her like that,” he warned, pointing his finger at her.
“Marla—” David said, attempting to quell her temper.
“I couldn’t care less how much money he has. Despite what you think, my feelings for him aren’t tied to his fame or his fortune. Are you trying to say he won’t get offers and people will stop coming to see his movies because we’re engaged?”
I noticed Ryan’s lips twitch with that.
“No, no.” David tried to dismiss my assumption, halting me with his hand. “Aaron and I have been—”
Marla interrupted. “Ryan’s career is only beginning to blossom. His future prospects all stem from the decisions he makes now.
Do you want to see him fail?” My spine stiffened further. “Of course not!”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryan groaned, but she ignored him.
Marla continued to address me. “Then you’ll both need to accept that the public’s perception of his status and behavior greatly affects his marketing viability. He needs to remain low-key and professional at all times—without scandal or opportunistic individuals taking advantage of his good fortune.”
Her last words felt like a slap. “Are you insinuating that I’m one of them?”
Ryan sat up, arching into defense mode, but stopped when it looked like Marla was going to apologize. For a moment, I thought she would attempt to be civil.
“In this business, negative impressions can linger for years, in some cases having irreparable consequences on an actor’s career.
Ryan is here to do press for his movie, not to be inundated with questions about his ridiculous display. His moment of indiscretion is now hugely overshadowing the premiere of Reparation. You forget that he is being paid by very influential people to promote the movie, not to explain why he climbed on a table,” Marla informed us harshly.
She turned her glare on Ryan. “How many times do I have to remind you that you do not want this kind of press?”
“I know what my responsibilities are!” Ry-an snapped angrily.
“Then you should have controlled yourself and realized that standing up on a table in the middle of a crowded bar was a bad idea!” she zinged him back.
Ryan stretched his fingers as if he desired to choke her. “Do you really want to keep pushing me on this? I get the point.”
“Well, someone’s got to keep on top of your behav—”
Gaaaaahhhh!
“Enough! Just stop it!” I broke in. “I don’t care who you are. You will not take one of our most precious memories and turn it into something he should feel guilty for doing. I will not allow it.” I stood behind Ryan and rested my hands on his shoulders, actually fearing that if I let go of him, table, chairs, and bodies would go flying. “So he stood on a table and asked me to marry him. So what? You’re making it sound like he was high on dope and clubbing baby seals when he did it. Surely this, this disclosure, can be turned into something positive.”
Marla stared blankly at me, apparently surprised that I had the guts to speak again.
She turned her attention back on him.
“Ryan, perhaps it would be better if David and I continued this meeting with you privately to discuss our action plan. I’m sure your Taryn has other things she needs to attend to.”
“Excuse me?” I glared at her, completely astonished that she would even think to remove me from the discussion. This bitch had some nerve.
