I Had A Dream About Waffles
The dream starts out. I'm working on some Hollywood set, which I cannot believe. It's the sequel to some movie that I'm not that crazy about but I love my job; I'm a scream extra. It's two in the morning and I'm heading to the Waffle House for a quick breakfast before I get the set. I walk in and grab a seat near the door. As I take my order I notice a familiar face in my periferal vision, I think nothing of it.
I start reading Wuthering Heights[I blame having Twilight on my mind because I have never read that book. EVER.]. The waiter comes to my table, we make eyes as I take my hot chocolate from his hands. The flirtatious look drops from my face as soon as he turns around, it was fake.
I catch the familiar face in my side view again and look to see who it is. I swear I thought I was going to die. Zachary Quinto, sitting right there and he was looking in my direction. Certainly not at me but my brain couldn't register the difference. He was only a table away. My hand moved to pick up my drink but did so before my eye could tell it where to go. I ended up, instead, knocking my drink to the floor. The mug shattered, the hot drink splashed on my legs.
"Shit, shit, shit..." my voice faded as I heard someone come over. I was picking up the pieces of the mug, I assumed the person was the waiter. "Sorry, I could mop this up if you get me a mop I guess. Is there anyway I can get the drink to go this time?"
"Do you need it in a spill proof cup?" I froze. that voice was not the waiter's. I looked up to see Zachary Quinto, napkins in hand. "Let me help you." he said as he squatted down and attempted to sop up my mess. "Ouch!" he remarked as his fingers were scolded by the hot beverage as it seeped through the paper napkins.
"Sorry!" I nearly yelped. "It was supposed to loosen up my vocal chords. I'm going to be screaming all day." He looked up from the napkins and the look he gave me could have sent me straight to Nirvana if I believed in that sort of thing. His eyebrow raised as he asked "Are you working at studio 54?"
"No, oh god no!" studio 54 dealt mostly... well solely in porn. I looked down at myself. "M? Are you kidding. Even if I could, not my bag." I shook my head, I was very flustered at this point. "I'm a scream extra, some lower end horror movie I think."
He was quiet for a while, "I didn't mean to offend you. Just the look you feigned for you waiter and then well 'I'm going to be screaming all day'." he stood up, I followed suit. The waiter ran over.
"Can I get another hot chocolate, to go?" "Yeah, of course."
"Don't write yourself off." Zachary said.
"What?" I asked confused, still flustered.
"You acted like you didn't look good enough for..." he paused, "you should give yourself more credit."
I took my to go beverage and left. On my way out Chris Pine walked by me and made a shushing motion. I turned to see Quinto greet him with a hug. I managed a "You two play nice." before half running back to my car.
LOL, I assume this a product of my over active imagination and my fangirlish brain chattering while i sleep.
I start reading Wuthering Heights[I blame having Twilight on my mind because I have never read that book. EVER.]. The waiter comes to my table, we make eyes as I take my hot chocolate from his hands. The flirtatious look drops from my face as soon as he turns around, it was fake.
I catch the familiar face in my side view again and look to see who it is. I swear I thought I was going to die. Zachary Quinto, sitting right there and he was looking in my direction. Certainly not at me but my brain couldn't register the difference. He was only a table away. My hand moved to pick up my drink but did so before my eye could tell it where to go. I ended up, instead, knocking my drink to the floor. The mug shattered, the hot drink splashed on my legs.
"Shit, shit, shit..." my voice faded as I heard someone come over. I was picking up the pieces of the mug, I assumed the person was the waiter. "Sorry, I could mop this up if you get me a mop I guess. Is there anyway I can get the drink to go this time?"
"Do you need it in a spill proof cup?" I froze. that voice was not the waiter's. I looked up to see Zachary Quinto, napkins in hand. "Let me help you." he said as he squatted down and attempted to sop up my mess. "Ouch!" he remarked as his fingers were scolded by the hot beverage as it seeped through the paper napkins.
"Sorry!" I nearly yelped. "It was supposed to loosen up my vocal chords. I'm going to be screaming all day." He looked up from the napkins and the look he gave me could have sent me straight to Nirvana if I believed in that sort of thing. His eyebrow raised as he asked "Are you working at studio 54?"
"No, oh god no!" studio 54 dealt mostly... well solely in porn. I looked down at myself. "M? Are you kidding. Even if I could, not my bag." I shook my head, I was very flustered at this point. "I'm a scream extra, some lower end horror movie I think."
He was quiet for a while, "I didn't mean to offend you. Just the look you feigned for you waiter and then well 'I'm going to be screaming all day'." he stood up, I followed suit. The waiter ran over.
"Can I get another hot chocolate, to go?" "Yeah, of course."
"Don't write yourself off." Zachary said.
"What?" I asked confused, still flustered.
"You acted like you didn't look good enough for..." he paused, "you should give yourself more credit."
I took my to go beverage and left. On my way out Chris Pine walked by me and made a shushing motion. I turned to see Quinto greet him with a hug. I managed a "You two play nice." before half running back to my car.
LOL, I assume this a product of my over active imagination and my fangirlish brain chattering while i sleep.