Lucy Gordon - Plain Jane in the Spotlight

‘And we can’t have them thinking that,’ she agreed.

‘Right. Now it’s time we went to the rehearsal.’

‘We? Am I allowed?’

‘You were going to go with the group.’

‘Yes, but will they let me in on my own?’

‘You won’t be on your own. You’re my guest, and you can do anything I say.’

He drew her to her feet, then crooked his arm for her to take.

‘Time for our entrance,’ he said.

WHEN they entered the rehearsal room the director raised his eyebrows, but a smile from Travis and his arm around Charlene’s shoulder evidently answered all questions.

He saw her comfortably seated and flicked open the script. ‘Which scene is it this morning?’

‘The one where you try to talk Myra out of being in love with Dr. Baker,’ the director said, ‘and Baker overhears you-if those two would only turn up-ah, Lee, Penny, there you are!’

Charlene stiffened as Lee appeared in the doorway, with the girl she’d seen him with earlier. She turned her head but not quickly enough.

Lee had seen her.

He’d recognised her.

She tried to interpret his stunned look as pleasure. Now he would hurry across the floor to greet her.

But he stayed where he was, confused, troubled. Not delighted.

‘Right, Lee,’ the director said, ‘we’ll have a camera on you, to get a reaction shot. Travis, start at, “You should forget Dr Baker.”’

They took their places and Travis began.

‘You should forget Dr Baker. I know he’s incredibly handsome, but looks don’t really matter. Try to believe me. A man’s face is the least of him.’

‘Oh, they do matter, Dr Harrison, truly they do.’ Penny sighed. ‘He’s so attractive that I can’t help loving him.’

‘But is he generous, affectionate, honest? Will he always put you first?’

‘You mean is he dull and reliable?’ she challenged.

Dr Harrison took her hands in his and spoke with feeling. ‘I promise you, when you come to marry, dull and reliable is the best.’

‘Fine,’ the director said. ‘Lee, you should try to look as though you’ve just had a terrible shock.’

Which he has, Charlene thought sadly.

The actress called Penny gave Travis a look of laughing camaraderie. ‘“Dull and reliable is the best,”’ she teased. ‘You sounded like you believed that nonsense.’

‘I’m an actor,’ Travis protested. ‘I’m supposed to talk nonsense convincingly.’ He grinned. ‘However little I believe it.’

‘Well nobody ever accused you of being dull and reliable. That picture-’

‘You didn’t see it,’ he said hastily. ‘There’s no picture.’

‘If you say so.’

They rehearsed the scene several more times. Never once did Lee look in Charlene’s direction, and perhaps Travis realised this too, because when there was a break he went over to him. Charlene couldn’t hear what they said but she saw him take Lee’s arm and draw him towards her. She noticed, too, the uneasy glance he gave Penny.

As Lee sat down next to her he managed a polite smile, but his words brought a chill to her heart.

‘Fancy seeing you again.’

‘Why do you sound surprised? I’ve been sending you texts-’

‘My cellphone needs repair. Never mind. It’s great to see you again. What are you doing here? Did you come to see Travis? I hear you’re an old friend of his. OK, I’m just coming!’

The last words were called to Penny, who was standing by the door, signalling him and mouthing a word that looked like Lunch.

‘Old friend and good friend,’ came a voice above Charlene’s head. It was Travis, who’d been shamelessly eavesdropping. ‘It made my day when you turned up here, Charlene. Now, make it even better and have lunch with me.’

His hand on her arm brooked no resistance. Not that she wanted to resist. She was too grateful to him. Lee gave her a meaningless smile and vanished out of the door with Penny.

There was no doubt that Travis had saved her dignity. All eyes were on them as he escorted her out of the studio, into the corridor, into the elevator, finally the canteen. Heads turned, people stared at him in the company of a girl nobody had seen before.

Charlene struggled to collect her thoughts. Lee’s blank manner had told her everything she needed to know. But would that change when he heard her news? She had a terrible fear that it wouldn’t.

‘Thank you,’ she said when they were sitting at the table. ‘You saved me from looking a complete fool.’

‘Don’t call yourself a fool. That’s just playing his game. Presentation is all important.’

‘It’ll take more than presentation to stop me looking pathetic,’ she said in a tone of self-contempt. ‘I came all this way for a man who isn’t interested.’

‘But nobody has to know. Smile at me. Let them see us enjoying each other’s company. Go on, smile. More. That’s better.’

She was aware of the crowded canteen, and even more aware of Lee and Penny sitting together.

Good, she thought defiantly. Now he knew she wasn’t desperate for him.

‘So you’re a financial genius,’ he said.

She made a face. ‘That’s what I used to think, but it seems not.’

‘Hey, if you’re good with figures then I’m impressed. I’m rubbish at them.’

‘But it’s possible to be good with figures and rubbish at everything else,’ she said quietly. ‘It doesn’t make you good with people. I thought being good at the job was all I needed to get promoted, but the promotion went to some little doll-face who’d learned the job from me in the first place. When I protested I was told that they relied on me to keep an eye on her.’

‘So you’d do the work and she’d get the credit?’ Travis said sympathetically.

‘And the company car. And the increase in salary. So I told them to forget it.’

‘Good for you!’

She gave a brief laugh. ‘I wasn’t very clever. They offered me a bonus if I’d stay there, look after her and promise to keep quiet about “everything”.’

‘Meaning your boss and the girl he was sleeping with?’

‘Right. I could have had it made, but I lost my temper. I was really violent. They say the building shook when I slammed out.’

‘You?’ he queried. ‘Violent?’

‘Well, you’ve already found that out, haven’t you?’

‘No, you didn’t hit me on purpose. Pure accident. You seem so sedate, I just can’t imagine you slamming out.’

He might have added that her clothes, hair and make-up told the same story: austere, severe, sober, stern, unyielding. There was nothing fiery about her. Not on the surface, anyway. But inside he guessed there was something else.

Perhaps Lee had tempted it out into the open, which made it all the more strange that he was avoiding her.

‘Well, I’m paying for it,’ she said. ‘If I’d been clever I’d have driven them to fire me, then claimed unfair dismissal and sued.’

‘Admirable, but could you have driven them to fire you?’

‘Maybe. People can be tricked into doing what you want.’ She smiled. ‘I expect you know that.’

‘Sometimes,’ he conceded. ‘But I have a feeling I’m not as good at it as you.’

‘Well, I wasn’t good at it this time. First I lost my temper, then I realised I shouldn’t have, and by then it was too late. I did everything by the virtuous book, but sometimes you can have too much virtue.’

‘How true,’ he murmured. ‘So how did you find the cash to come here?’

‘My grandparents paid. They brought me up since my parents died. They’re lovely, adventurous people. Right now they’re on holiday in Africa, looking for elephants. They said I could go with them but I chose to come here instead.’

‘To find Lee?’

‘Yes.’

‘Where are you staying?’

‘The Howley. Why do you shudder? Do you know it?’

‘Not the hotel but that part of town. Depressing. I’d get out if I was you, find something better.’

He could have bitten his tongue out for his own tactlessness. Obviously she was making the money last, not knowing how long she would be here.

He took hold of her hand. ‘Charlene, listen to me. Don’t do anything crazy. It’s not-’

‘Well, this is nice!’

They both looked at the man who’d appeared just behind Travis. He was middle-aged, bulky, and his smile was a little too broad to be convincing.

‘Hello, Denzil,’ Travis said. ‘Charlene, this is Denzil Raines, my boss.’

‘None of that “boss” stuff,’ Denzil said jovially. ‘We’re all friends here. So you’re Charlene. I’ve been hearing about you. Nice to meet you. Hope you’re having a good time. Travis, make sure you treat this lady well. All right, all right, I’ll leave you two alone now.’

He took himself off, only turning at the last moment to give Travis a thumbs up sign and a beaming grin. Travis gave an inward groan.

‘He seems nice,’ Charlene observed. ‘Is something the matter?’

‘Everything’s the matter. I’m sorry about that. Denzil is thinking how he can make use of you.’

‘Of me? How?’

‘The fact is-I’ve been a bit of an idiot, and if there’s a disaster it’ll be my own fault.’ Caution made him stop there, but then he saw her face, kindly and understanding, as so few faces were in his world, and something drove him on to say, ‘I went to a nightclub with some friends, and there was this girl-’

‘The one that sat on your lap? Is that how they got the picture?’

He groaned. ‘You’ve seen it? Yes, it was in the newspaper, wasn’t it? I’m finished.’

‘No, she’s a bit blurred. You can sort of vaguely tell what she’s up to, and the fact that she’s hardly wearing anything, but the only face you can see is yours.’

‘Yeah, me cuddling a nearly naked girl,’ he groaned. ‘Actually, I was fairly tipsy by then and I just sat there and let her…well… And I’m paying for it. I’m supposed to be virtuous in private as well as in front of the cameras.’

‘And you’re not,’ she said sympathetically. ‘Not below the waist, anyway.’

‘Right,’ he said, relieved to find her so mentally in tune.

‘Well, I have the answer,’ she said. ‘The perfect solution to all your problems.’

‘Tell me.’

‘It’s simple. All you have to do is take up residence in a monastery. There, your life will be unassailably righteous, your career will be protected, and the studio profits will be safe.’

He stared. ‘You…you…’ Then he saw the wicked glint in her eyes and joined in her laughter. ‘You evil hussy!’ he choked. ‘I ought to…oh, but it was a good joke. You really had me scared for a moment.’

‘Well, at least you’re laughing,’ she said.

‘Yes, but it’s no laughing matter. I could lose so much.’

Travis’s phone rang. He answered quickly and seemed on edge.

‘Mom, it’s all right. Honestly. I can handle it. Stop worrying, I’ll call you later.’

He hung up, looking harassed.

‘She thinks I’m going to be brought down by scandal,’ he said. ‘When she was making films nobody could have survived what’s happening now.’

‘A film actress? Hey, that’s it. I thought you reminded me of someone, and now I can see. Julia Franklin.’

Julia Franklin had been a promising film actress some thirty years ago. For a while she’d shone brightly, and her old films were still shown on television.

‘That’s right,’ Travis said. ‘She’s my mother. You’ve seen her?’

‘One of her films was on television last night, and they’re often shown in England. Everyone thought she’d go on to be a big star, but for some reason it didn’t happen.’

‘That’s because she had me. Total disaster.’

‘Did your father make her give up acting to be a full-time wife?’

‘They weren’t married. My father’s English, a businessman who’s always travelled a lot. Thirty years ago he was in the States to make some deal, met my mother briefly, and I’m the result.

‘He was already married to his second wife, his first having chucked him out for playing around. My mother’s film career was just taking off but he wanted her to throw it all away and follow him to England. Not for marriage, just to live as his mistress, be there when it suited him and keep quiet when it didn’t.’

‘I hope she told him what he could do with himself,’ Charlene said indignantly.

‘I’m proud to say that she did. In fact she did more than say it. If you met him you’d see a tiny little scar on his chin where she…let’s say, put her feelings into action.’

‘Do you mean Amos Falcon?’ Charlene said suddenly. ‘Hey, you’re one of the Falcon dynasty.’

‘In a sense,’ Travis said so quietly that she barely heard.

‘Amos Falcon was in the papers last week,’ she went on excitedly, ‘and there was a picture with this little scar-’

Travis groaned. ‘All right, yes, but please forget it. I shouldn’t have told you.’

Charlene began to chuckle. ‘The journalist went on about that scar, how the “heroic” Amos Falcon confronted a robber and drove him off, at the cost of injury to himself.’