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Story update! The next part of my ongoing google+ serial scifi short short, "Parasite" is ready. We're in the home stretch... And I may or may not be stretching out the time between posts. I think it was probably just that daylight savings time switch you're noticing there.
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When we last left Gina, Tom was out the door, Gina was on the floor, and Gina left Lacey wanting a whole lot more...


“Gina, it’s me baby. I got your message. It sounds like we’ve got a lot to talk about, but I’m happy to hear you’re figuring things out. Give me a call when you get a chance. I love you baby. Talk soon”

“Hey, it’s me. I know you’re on set right now, but if you can call me, we need to talk. Something’s going on with my mom. Este wouldn’t tell me much, but she’s in the hospital. He wants me to come to New York. I’m going to wait a bit to see if I can get a hold of you, but I might have to go. I love you, I’m going to try you at the studio.”

“I’m sorry baby, I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. My mom’s taking a turn for the worse. They say she’s had a massive stroke, and don’t know if she’ll make it through the night. I know you’re filming and I want you with me, but I wouldn’t ask you to give everything up to come with me. I’m getting on the 4:15 to New York. Call me when you get this, but I might be in the air. I’ll call you when land if I don’t hear from you. I love you.”


"Okay Gina, let's take it from the top of the scene again. Jim, could I see a red gel in G5? And Max, keep the focus tight on Gina this time through the second exchange." "Places for rehearsal everyone... and action!"

The director's shout brought me to life. I summoned all the strength I had and became my character again. She had her own problems, but chronic malnutrition, fatigue, and passing out mid-conversation weren't among them. For the next 3 minutes, I didn't have those problems either.

I cut through the scene like an expert swordsman, sparring with the other actor and taking him to task with every line. We we're on our sixth rehearsal of this scene alone, and I was running out of strength, but this was my first real tech rehearsal, and I'll be damned if I wasn't going to give it everything every time.

The problem was, I was mopping the floor with the other actors.

We finished the scene without so much as the customary "cut". We weren't rolling film yet, just blocking the scenes, testing the shots and lighting, and running the lines.

The director approached us. He'd taken his glasses off and was rubbing his eyes.

"Nathan" he said, still rubbing his eyes. "what's going on?"

"What do you mean." the actor asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of latte offered by his assistant.

"What I mean is, you're phoning it in. At this point i don't care if you hate me for saying this, but Gina is making you look like you're a first year acting student."

"Are you serious?” Nathan said, cooly, but he had snapped to attention. For the first time, he seemed to be taking part in the proceedings with the rest of us. “I don't have to take this, I'm here as a favor..."

"Oh stuff it Nathan. If you want to walk off, I've got a hungry, amazing no-name waiting in the wings who would kill for your part." Nathan eyed me as He said that, and I suddenly realized I'd probably taken this part from a bigger name actress, likely one of his friends. Nathan bit his tongue.

"If you're going to stay, then shut up, take whatever anger you're feeling at me and put it in this scene, right now, and step up to the damn plate."

Nathan's lip curled up, but whatever he was thinking, he didn't say a word.

"Alright! The director shouted once more, not waiting for a reasoned retort. Roll rehearsal. Action."

Again I was brought back to motion by his yell. And this time, finally, so was Nathan. The scene took on a whole new shape, and I nearly lost the last half of my first line as Nathan advanced, cutting me off. His character was quieter now, with a deeper anger, and we cut at each other with the lines of the script.

It was over before I could think about it, but as we closed the scene and I had a second to breathe. I closed my eyes to steady myself, I felt my knee buckle. I reached for Nathan's arm and caught myself.

He was facing away from me and only felt my hand on his arm, and mistook it for a social gesture. He put his hand on mine and simply said "thanks."

I smiled at the moment of unintended kindness that had just passed between us. I'd just made a friend.

The director was watching the playback on a monitor, with headphones on. I steadied myself. No one had seen me almost lose it, right here on set. I took and deep breath, shook my head too try to clear some of the cobwebs, and we waited in silence for a moment.

"Yes!... Yes!!" the director leaped up, tossing the headphones to the table, exuberant that we'd finally given him the take he wanted. "Now that, that's what I was looking for! Everyone, mark that, I want it exactly like that tomorrow. If we nail it like that we've got a blockbuster in our hands, folks. Let's break for 30 here, good work."

He approached us both. "That was something. Nathan, I'm sorry if I pissed you off, but whatever just happened, that was the best I've seen you since the pilot. Please don't make me be an asshole every time I need your best work, okay?”

They both laughed. A hollywood truce transpired before my eyes, and they were old chums once more. Nathan’s eyes even crinkled a little when he smiled. He actually was a good actor.

“And you.” he said, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “I don’t know where you pull it from, when when you’re on, you’re like clockwork.”

I smiled at them, and realized that I had no idea what to do with myself. I’d been in pretty much every scene that had been blocked today, and had been going since 8 AM. Aside from a lunch break that we talked entirely through, I hadn’t had a moment to myself in 9 hours. I walked to the wings as the lights turned off, and I wandered a bit, half in a daze.

I pulled my phone from my purse, absentmindedly. My email was already loading when I noticed a bunch of missed calls. I flipped back to the home screen, and there were 7 of them, all from Tom.

My heart rate rose, and I sat down in a chair. I listened to the first message, then the second.

As I finished the final message, tears were streaming down my face. Tom’s mother was deathly ill, and I’d missed it. I’d missed him - It was 5pm. He was already on a flight back to New York.

I felt my hand slip down the chair. Strangely, the stage lights dimmed.

The floor felt cool against my face.
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Story update! The next part of my ongoing google+ serial scifi short short, "Parasite" is ready, and we're preparing for our descent. Please put your seat backs forwards and return your tray tables to their in their upright position.

If you're just catching up, the complete story to date, including this part can be found at - Feedback is always appreciated, and if you like this story please hit that "reshare" button below to spread the word!

When we last left Gina, Tom had put together that her relationship with Lacey was something more than friendship, and left her to figure it out. He didn't notice that she passed out on the floor beside the bed while he was leaving...


“Gina?” I felt a hand on my shoulder. Everything felt fuzzy, and my head hurt. “

“Gina, are you okay?” Tom’s voice sounded strange - high and panicked. I opened my eyes and saw Lacey, not Tom, crouched in front of me.

“Ugg” I groaned. “I’m okay... i think” I said. My neck had a terrible crick in it, and I wiped some drool off my face. I don’t know how long I’d been out, but when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the side of my forehead had a red impression of the carpet pressed into it.

“What happened? When you didn’t show up for lunch and weren’t answering your phone, I got worried.

I sat up, and Lacey offered me her hands, helping me to stand, and I rested against the bed, feeling dizzy still.

“I saw the broadcast, and then Tom came home, and he...” The whole thing was flooding back on me, and I was getting overwhelmed again. I took a deep breath and just said it. “He saw the whole thing and, he didn’t know what to believe. He... “ I paused, not sure whether to tell Lacey what had happened. “Tom thinks I have feelings for you.”

“What? It’s a stupid gossip show! They lie about everything!”

“He saw the photo and... “ I wasn’t sure how to explain how Tom had known what I was having trouble admitting to myself. ”I hadn’t told him about the kiss”

Lacey was silent for a moment, thinking. “Why... Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I don’t know.” I paused, rubbing my head, and trying to clear the cobwebs. ”That’s what he was asking, and I didn’t have an answer for him. I think i was afraid.”

"Of him? Gina, Tom's not violent is he?"

"No no... Nothing like that. I think... I think I was scared of myself. I was scared about what I felt"

Lacey paused for a moment. "I wondered if it was just me"

She'd been looking down, thinking, but we met eyes as she finished her sentence. Something unspoken passed between us. The thing we'd been keeping hidden, both from ourselves and each other was now on the table in front of us. For a moment, we didn’t speak at all.

"So, what now?" She said, softly.

"I have no idea. Tom's left. staying at his friend's place for a while. He wants me to figure this out before he comes back."

"Gina I'm so sorry." Lacey said. She stood, and offered me her hand, helping me up. She offered a hug as I stood, and I embraced her. Everything bubbled up again, and i couldn't help but put my head on her shoulder as I sobbed.

I’d cried more in the past month than I had in the last 5 years, and I honestly wasn’t sure anymore if it was the device, or if I just wasn’t cut out for LA. I felt Lacey’s hand stroke the hair on the back of my head. I held onto her has the grief of disappointing Tom, of potentially losing him, washed over me.

When I finally had myself under control, I lifted my head and looked at Lacey, and was surprised to see she’d been crying as well.

She touched her forehead to mine and we closed our eyes, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and a moment stretched into infinity. It was as if we were two magnets aimed directly at each other. Every basic instinct I had was pushing me to just tilt my chin towards her, knowing once we started down that path, if either of us flinched, gave just a millimeter, there’d be no return.

But we held away, neither letting the desire take us, and finally, it passed. It felt like electricity had transferred between us, and after surviving the moment without giving in, something new had formed.

“So, now we know.” Lacey said with a soft smile.

I understood her. We’d stood together on the ledge and didn’t jump off. If it hadn’t happened now, it wasn’t going to. We had feelings for each other, but we weren’t controlled by them.

“I just can’t do it to Tom. I love him. I can’t hurt him like that.” I said, quietly.

“I know, and I don’t want to take you somewhere you’ll regret going.”

I smiled at her. It felt strange. I felt like I hadn’t smiled in a month. Things which I’d been holding tense since that first audition released. A shiver ran down my back, my shoulders relaxed, and my body felt at ease with itself.
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Storytime! Part something-or-other of my ongoing google+ serial scifi short short, "Parasite" is here :)

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When we last left Gina, she had just finished watching as TMZ broadcast her dirty laundry to the world, and (thankfully in a separate story) made the tape device national news.

“Gina?" Tom called

"I'm in the bedroom" I called back. I was trying to breathe deeply and relax, only half-succeeding, and ate the last two bites of my granola bar,

The tunnel vision I’d developed while watching the show was fading, and my heart felt less and less like it was going to pound it’s way though my chest, but my head was still throbbing, and I knew my blood pressure was high.

"Mike's wife called him when she saw you on TV.” Tom said, entering the doorway of the bedroom. “I caught a few minutes of it on the break-room tv and came right home... You okay?"

I was still shell shocked from the broadcast, and hadn’t focused on him yet. I took a final deep breath and looked up. "Sorry... I just... I don't know what to think anymore. Everything is such a mess. They made the TAPE device national ne..."

"Gina." Tom cut me off. He never interrupted me. I really looked up at him and finally realized something was wrong.

"Baby," he continued "I'd like to think that I've been really understanding throughout this whole thing. I don't care about anything but you being safe, and us being together." He closed his eyes and rubbed them. "But this thing with Lacey. To be finding out in front of everyone..."

"No!" I gasped. He couldn't think that was true, could he? "oh Tom, no no no, it's a stupid Hollywood gossip show. They just took our spin..."

"I don't care what they said." he said, looking at me once more with pain and worry in his eyes. I wanted to cry - I'd never seen anything shake him, and I'd somehow caused this. “All I know right now is the look I saw in your eyes in that photo, and that there are a lot of things you aren’t telling me.”

“Tom, it’s nothing. Please” I said, feeling sick. Tears were welling, hot in my eyes, and I babbled. “You know it’s not true, come on.” I went to move towards him, but he held up a hand.

“Gina, we’re supposed to tell each other everything, but I know we’re both human. I understood why you hid the TAPE device from me, but this is the part that’s making me crazy. I can’t explain to myself why you were hiding these things if they didn’t mean anything.”

Tears were spilling down my face now. “Tom...”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the kiss?”

“It wasn’t a real kiss!” I exclaimed, flopping down on my legs in a near tantrum of exasperation, imploring him to look at me and hear what I was saying. After every thing, this felt so unfair. “Tom!” I pleaded.

“I hear you Gina, but you told me every other part of that audition, down to the last detail, and you left that part out. I just need to understand why.”

My brain throbbed, my eyes swam, and I tried to make words, but only sobbed once, and then caught the cry in my mouth, trying to keep my composure and formulate and explanation.

None came.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, the tears pouring out of them now.

Tom kneeled down in front of me, putting a finger under my chin.

“I just need to know, baby. Do you have feelings for her?”

“I... “ I stammered. I looked down at my legs and shook my head, tears flying, everything was so fuzzy. Tom’s voice sounded muffled in my ears, and I couldn’t think. “I don’t know. Tom. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you”

“Okay.” He said, calm and soft, but standing up and moving backwards. He went to the closet and started to put a few things in a bag.

“What are you doing?” I blurted, the tears were really coming now. I tried to stand, but couldn’t get my feet quite under me, and sat back down on the bed.

He came over to me from the closet, zipping the bag shut.

“I love you Gina, more than anything in the world.” He started, and kissed me on the forehead. “I could scream and stomp and tell you could never see her again, but that wouldn’t change how you felt. I need you to figure out what you’re feeling, and why you were hiding it from me. In the meantime, we’re both in limbo, and that’s not right for either of us.”

“Tom...” I said, and reached up towards him. He didn’t back away this time, and my hand touched the scruffy side of his face. I pulled him down gently, and he kissed me, but took my hand in his after a moment, and stood back up.

“I’m going to Jimmy’s place for a couple days. When you figure this out, all you have to do is call me. I love you”

“Tom” I pleaded once more, squeezing his hand. He was really leaving. How could he go? He kissed me once more again on the forehead. I could barely see, my vision was spotty and my ears rang and whooshed with my heartbeat. I heard his footsteps walk down the hall. I slid down the edge of the bed sobbing with the stress, the sadness, and the terrible pain in behind my eyes. Collapsing into a fetal heap on the floor, I let the darkness take me and I passed out.
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Hi, I’m Eric Skiff – I’m part of the team at QLabs, was part of the crew, and am a co-cofounder of NYC Resistor and I'm also a frequent  BarCamp planner here in NYC.

About Me:

I love the internet.

Like, *love* love.

I love that it has transformed our lives and how it’s turning us all into producers instead of consumers. I love the way it connects us to friends, family, and new folks everywhere.

I love how blogging, podcasting, and twitter have given voices to people who would otherwise be unheard. I love that the GPL and Creative Commons mean that my amateur music, photos, and other creations can be seen, enjoyed, remixed, and mashed up by anyone.

I’m passionate about building tools and communities that help people share, collaborate, and connect around their creations.

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