Silence is golden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic


Grand Central Station has always been a fine location for movies and on one Spring morning in 2019 sprang back into a younger 1940's version of itself for that reason.

 

Standing around resembling commuters of yesteryear were the background artists. Liberally sprinkled onto the set, whether alone or arranged in closer proximity to imply meaningful connections. Once in place they were told to wait. The novices amongst them were apparent by their giddy chatting, enjoying the lack of responsibility which was enhanced by the film crew rushing around, concentration apparent on their faces.

 

In the centre of this whirling activity stood the Director. He spoke quietly, rubbed his hands absentmindedly whilst gesticulating to the well known actor by his side. Three weeks behind schedule and the strain showing.

 

Dan Fox was working his way through art school. Whether waiting on tables or on set, he was just happy to cover his bills in this outrageously expensive city.

 

Dorothy Garner was 78 years old and not in the least surprised when they paired her with a young man of grandson age. In real life she had never married or had children. “Kits over kids” was her stock reply over the years.

 

As they stood together and swapped pleasantries she said “The crew were saying that this scene is set in 1941. My birth year!” Dan nodded with interest. “That's funny because the movie Hackers was partly filmed here and was made in 1995. The year that I was born. I checked it online” he added as proof that he wasn't humouring her.

 

“Quiet Please!” grabbed their attention and then the cameras rolled. They followed instructions of walking into position and then silently mouthed animated conversation upon arrival. The main action unfolded flawlessly and the Director's hopes of making up some time began to rise. False hopes as it turned out, because never before heard in 1941, a mobile phone ring tone suddenly began to reverberate off the walls. Very loud and very close, Dan realised.

 

Dorothy opened her purse and grabbed the phone. She stared at it for what seemed like the longest time. Without prescription glasses she couldn't see which button to press. The Director's attention was now focused squarely onto her. “No phones on set. Get that woman out of here!” The last syllable came out as a squeak. He would be getting seriously oiled that evening.

 

Dan felt terrible for his newly acquired relative. He started to offer his condolences but she stopped him. “ I always forget where the volume button is” she shrugged. “That was my alarm. Picking up my cat General Eisenmeower from the parlour at 12. He has a big audition tomorrow for Meow Mix. We are both very excited. The Paws Fur Effect agency have high hopes for him:”

 

She seemed relaxed and unaware of the young runner who was lightly pressing her shoulder to steer her away. “Paws off young lady!” She turned to Dan as she left. “Kits over Kids. Every time.”

 


Submitted: May 08, 2020

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