Trish Palmer
Trish fiddled with the lip of her coffee mug, as she absently stared out the old diner window. It's been long, too long since the last time she sat in this very table, looking back at those fond childhood memories once more, she realized much that Edenridge hasnt changed. In the midst of her daydreaming the waitress disturbed her with another refill which Trish had let her.
After highschool she had left everything behind to fulfill her dream of travelling the world. For a teenage girl who barely went to college and got nothing to get by, that dream seemed impossible. But Trish eventually knew she could do it. The last decades of working various odd jobs from one town to another, and meeting new and amazing people had been an awesome adventure. During those times she was hooked up by an artist friend and got a job as a travel photographer. Being on the road is the life she came to love since. It suited her, she could never always stay in one place for a long time.
Coming back to Edenridge was never planned however, hell she wouldnt even bother coming back here if it werent for her job. The client wanted to have photos for an urban magazine, in South Boston area specifically, and 'The Ridge' was the perfect spot for it's quaint little suburban vibe.
And now almost a decade has passed, she finds herself sitting here in this old diner, she wonders how her old friends are doing. A decade with almost no communication, save for a few calls ever now and again, ever since that horrible shooting incident. She wanted to forget about it, another reason why she wanted to leave perhaps. It was the 10th year anniversary, and being around town she thought it's a polite gesture to drop by at the reunion. Part of her intrigues to see how much people there have changed in the course of 10 years.
Once she finished her cup of joe, she payed the tab and got up, slung her bag over her shoulder, then went just outside the establishment to light a smoke. Holding it between her lips she got her
Leica m9p on her messenger bag while she walked to cross the street, thought it would be a perfect day to start making some shoots around the town. All the while though, a car came screeching towards her and just stopped at the right second where she was midway to the other side of the street. The driver was honking his horn, and this made Trish almost jump to her shoes.
" Jesus--- Hey! " she yelled pointing casually at the streetlight flashing crimson just above them
"Fucking red light. Do you see?" the people close to the vicinity watched in amusement at the angry woman with a heavy Bostonian accent. "Yeah well fuck you too!" The driver didnt seem to appreciate Trish's rather....direct tone. She stared deeply into his eyes, made the guy twitch even, then flipped him off as she casually walked away from the scene.
Gertrude almost forgot how much fun it was to be Trish again, in all her acting years this role was by far, the odd one out so to speak compared to her usual roles. Trish was far from the classy ,high standing, woman of power roles she's usually cast on, that the public had even came to know her that way; Miss Gertrude Maillard, EIFA award winner, the face of
Elite Paris, trophy wife of award winning director Marcus Leroy and soon to be ex. The role of Trisha Palmer, the defiant, laid back street kid with an eye for adventure and a smart ass mouth, in a way made her feel more like of herself, the persona that only a handful of people know, and hopes to keep away from the public.
Once the director yelled "Cut!" after that last scene, as if by natural instinct, Trish left and along came Gertrude. Her stance has changed, Trish's messy pony was pulled down as she neatly brushed back her hair, and languidly took the bottled water from the PA.
"Great work. I was afraid you might have lost that lovely Trishs charm. Glad to be mistaken for once. " The director gave her a little joke, true it's been almost a decade since she played this role, she was surprised herself that she still got it after all these years.
"It never left, dear." and gave him a restful smile. Gert took a gulp of her water as she walked towards the seats, she felt her phone started to buzz from her pocket. She took it out, and heaved an irritated sigh.
"Oui? Qu'Est-ce que c'est?" She was half hoping that her husband would at least personally call her to talk about the divorce proceedings, but was instead greeted by his personal lawyer. The man wouldn't even talk to her, not that she's upset about it. In fact she'd rather settle with this arrangement. Her face crumpled
"I cant deal with this right now." walking towards the exit of the set she stood there with another fellow actor, she glanced at him momentarily but didnt say anything as she was busily arguing someone on the phone.
"Quelle!? That wasn't part of the negotiation." there was now obvious irritation in her voice, her other hand tried to soothe her now growing headache. Seemed like she wasnt happy to hear what the other person had to say
"No." she demanded
"Tell him to call me or I'm personally gonna raid him and his mistress;s pretty summer home of theirs. Monsieur Benoit, I am not to be taken lightly." she threatened which seemed to work, and the lawyer told her that he will be reminded.
"Oh he better." she said darkly and hung up.
She relieved her tensing and breathed a lungful of air, not even on the set Edenridge could she get a break from this mess. She reached for her other pocket and got out the props from the shoot, a box of Luckies and helped herself to it.
