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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 25, 2005 11:20:56 GMT -5
This will be written in Alyson Michalka's point of view, who plays Keely on Phil of the Future. I hope you like it. Here it is:
It was as if it was a regular Sunday morning. The birds were being their chirping, up-beat selves. My sister, Amanda (A.J.) was snoring a little, and completely in her own zone. And my parents were calling out, "Alyson, you need to get ready to shoot a big scene today!" As usual I grunted and rolled over, pulling my soft, plush covers over my head. My mother nudged me and then went over to my sister, shaking her awake. Letting a huge yawn escape, I checked the time on the digital clock next to my bed. It was 6:00 a.m., early but I had had to be at the studio eayly at; 4:30 before, meaning I had to get up at 2:00 a.m.! "Mom, make me u when the sun is bright and I have enough energy to lift a finger," Amanda grumbled. Her voice sounded muffled since her head was buried in her pillow. "Alyson, your hair and make-up time is at 6 today, and it takes at least 30 minutes to get over there. Then it's wardrobe time, then a quick read through of your script, then you are going to shoot the scene," My mom recited my busy schedule. Amanda mumbled something, but I couldn't hear her. I jumped out of bed and let another enormous yawn emerge from my mouth. Did i forget to mention that Amanda and I had stayed up until 1:00 last night? it might sound wimpy, but that gives us only about 5 hours to sleep! Did I forget to mention that I co-star on Disney Channel's hit TV show, Phil of the Future? I think I did. Anyways, I went and brushed my hair and teeth and threw on an over-sized T-shirt and some jeans. After pulling on some slip-on boots, i nudged Amanda again. "Five more minutes mommy," She murmured, causing me to laugh. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open. She scurried out of bed. I cracked up as she put on some sweats, pulled her hair back in a pony-tail, and scrubbed at her teeth. She grabbed a fistful of granola bars, passing some out. She, my mom, my dad, and me all piled into the car. My dad steered the wheel towards the Phil of the Future filming building as Amanda and I slathered on some lip-gloss. We popped in the Herbie: Fully Loaded soundtrack in which we sing Walking on Sunshine and sang along, throwing our solos around. When we arrived at the building, the song ended and we all dove out of the car. When I reached the building, Natasha, my stylist whisked my to my make-up chair after she had gotten me dressed in a colorful pink top and some funky jeans I slid some stiletto boots on. She brushed colorful make-up on me and put my hair up in this totally cute wispy bangs, allowing my shoulder-length bangs to frame me face. Grinning, I hugged Natasha, and hurried off to meet up with Ricky Ullman. He's the star of POTF (Phil of the Future); he plays Phil. "Hey, Aly!" Ricky called out my nick name and gave me a huge hug. I could feel my face flushing deep red. I hugged him back and managed to say without looking like an idiot, "How's it going Rick-o?" Ricky laughed. He then went over and hugged Amanda. She smiled like crazy to be having a hottie like Ricky hugging her. I knew how she felt! This might sound weird, considering Ricky is my number one best guy friend, but i have a massive crush on him! He's hot, sweet, and totally funny! "You look great!They picked out typical energetic Keely clothes," Ricky insisted. "And you look good as well," I smiled. "I'm gonna go ask Roger if we should put our version of Walking on Sunshine on our album," Amanda said. She winked, letting me know she was just letting us (meaning Ricky and me) have some alone time together. "Let's rehearse," Ricky told me. But as he flipped through the script he jabbed his finger at one line, written in bold. Phil and Keely kiss on the lips, then draw apart and blush. I couldn't believe it! But there was no denying it. I was going to get to kiss Ricky Ullman!
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 25, 2005 13:39:59 GMT -5
hey! those of your readers, i know this was supposed to be about phil and keely, but instead it's about alyson and ricky. k? but please comment. no flames. i love commenst!
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 25, 2005 14:42:55 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney Channel and I don't know what the director's real name is, so I improvises. Like I did with Natasha, the stylist. Here's the next part. hope you enjoy, and comment!: A kiss? i couldn't believe it! No, no, no, no, and NO!!! I know it might sound like I'm disgusted by the idea of lip-locking Mr. Raviv (Ricky's real name is Raviv) Ullman, but thetruth is...I'M A NERVOUS WRECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can feel myself shaking and sweating. And to make matters worse...we're gonna have to practice in our trailers, for like, probably a zillion times, to "perfect" the kiss (as POTF's director; Mark Gregore insists). ANd as if I'm not nervous enough, ricky's done this a lot of itmes! He's used to it, so what if he expects me to be a pro as well? "Aly, let's go practice the kissing scene," Ricky suggested. NO! I wanted to shout. I felt my face grow hot and butter flies throw a party in my stomach. "Uhhhhh..." I stammered like an idiot. 'I don't think so, it'd ruin my lip-gloss, and you now, um, it's 9:00 in the morning and we really need to just go through the lines with out kissing..." I babbled like an idiot, as goose-bumps of nervous-ness popped up. "Oh, i get," Ricky said flatly. "You don't wanna kiss me? What's the matter? Am I not good enough for you?" Okay! Stop! Hold it! Rewind! Did Ricky accuse me of being a Miss Priss? I think he did! but I didn't mean it like that! My mouth was on auto-pilot! And I actually think he's too good for me! "No!" I found my voice. Now I can use it! Stupid dumb voice, never there when I need it... "Alyson," Ricky spoke my real name, indicating he was mad. "If I wanted to listen to Prima-Donnas, i'd watch Jerry Springer." I cracked up. Did I mention he was funny? "I'm serious, ALyson," Ricky's voice dripped with coldness. I could feel the tempature dropping in the room. He even had to toss out before he left: "And maybe you shold go to a therapist. They help crazy-and ugly- people." I watchedhim leave the room. When he slipped into his dressing room, I swore I could feel the room -and my face- heat up. Amanda, who had witnessed it all, ame over to me. "ARe you okay, sis?" She hugged me tightly. "No," I snapped. "Nothing's okay. Nothing's ever okay!" I couldn't help the tears I had fought back to plopp from my blue-green eyes. Amanda shook her head so fast her blonde hair whipped my shoulder. "I odn't want you to be sad, sis," She shot back. I sniffled, and let some more tears ruins my eye make-up as I bolted for my dressing room. When I reached the door, I ducked in and locked the door -dead bolt and all- behind me. I dove into a mountain f throw pillows on the samll couch and sobbed into a nearby fuzzy orange pillow. It just happened to be the pillow Ricky had given me for my sweet 16, a few months back. I hurled it across the room. It smacked the door. I heard knocking. "Let me in!" Amanda shouted. "Leave...me...alone!" I said between huffs of air and wiping the tears that kept stubbornly slipping out. "Fine!" Amanda sounded hurt. I didn't blame her. I had never shut her out of my life like this. We shopped together, supported each other, and evenwere in a band together. We were bffs! A knock came. "It's Ricky," Ricky told me. "Leave," I automatically spat out, form the osund of his voice. I blew my nose -more like honked my nose- and dried away my tears. My eyes were starting to turn a little red. I picked up a super sharp pencil. I went over to a picture of Rickyand I at the primere of Now You See It. He looked so handsome. He must die! I robotacially thought, stabbing the pencil through his face in the picture. I let the eraser part hang from there, grinning devilishly. "Aly!" Ricky pounded on the door. I picked up everything Ricky had ever given me; horoscopes, the orange fuzzy pillow, a stack of pictures of me and him, a tooth brush, a cute little teddy bear, and a sterlingsilver real ruby ring. I dumped it into a card-board box and put it by the door. I left the picture with the pencil through the head on the wall, so I could torture it. I stuck the pencil farther through his now grinning but tore up face. I laughed. The picture was of me with my arm around him, smiling. It looked like was smiling because of the pencil! I opened the door and threw the box at Ricky. It whacked him in the stomach, sending him back with a thunk. "Here you go, Raviv," I said nastily. Then I slammed and locked the door again. I re-did my eye make-up. Suddenly the intercom buzzed out, "Alyson Michalka and Ricky Ullman are needed at their trailers. Aly and Raviv needed at their trailors. Thanks and good-bye." I gulped. It was time to face Ricky!
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 26, 2005 10:06:30 GMT -5
thanks for the reply. but he also called her a prima-donna and he was being rude. and i know she calls me raviv, but yes, ricky is a better name. i know this doesn't sound like something they do but it's FICTION! okay? anyways my next post is coming soon...and for now on when you comment NOTHING mean or don't comment at all, only because there really shouldn't even be any repliers bbut myself. love ya'll! adios...
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 26, 2005 10:32:28 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I do not own POTF or have any connections to them. And the scene in the "script" was made up by me. Here's the latest part, hope you enjoy: I stepped out of my dressing room, spotting Ricky shuffling through the box I had thrown at him. I felt my stomach's knots tighten and my mouth go dry. Looking up at me, Ricky smiled. "Aly," Ricky said. "I'm sorry." I'm sorry as well," I felt my stomach un-tie their knots and my mouth make it possible for me to speak. I helped Ricky put everything in the box and then we lugged it on the couch in my dressing room. Ricky noticed the pencil-photo. "Oops," I giggled. Ricky gave me a funny look. I yanked the pencil out of the picture, and threw the picture in the wastebasket. Then I hung an exact identical photo in it's place. Ricky escorted me to our trailers. The person who had made the announcement, a girl with long, curly red hair, who's name was Eliza, told us we needed to practice the kissing scene. I swallowed the big lump forming in my throat down. It hurt. "Let's practice in my dressing room," Ricky offered. "Sure," I took deep breaths as I headed up the short formation of marble steps, leading to his long trailer. His trailer was very cozy inside. It has a kitchenette with tons of bags of chips and soda, a TV, a sofa and two recliners, a stereo-system, and a bunk bed off to the side. It also was on wheels, so he could get driven around. "I think we should first get into our characters before we kiss," Ricky told me, as I looked at his paintings, mirrors, an stained-glass windows that hung on the wall. I gazed out the few normal windows, and Ricky had to snap his fingers in front of my face to get me out of my trance. I flopped down onto his raspberry red sofa. It was extra soft. "Let's practice our lines, to really get into our characters," Ricky repeated. Beaming, I nodded. I whipped out my script, and Ricky un-folded his. I read the script one more time, and we got into our characters. Here's the scene:
[glow=red,2,300]Phil: Keels, I'm moving. Keely: But you can't be moving! Phil: It's true this time though, believe it or not. My dad fixed the Time Machine, and we're leaving tonight. Keely (starting to cry): But Philly-Willy, we promised we'd never leave each other. Phil: Keely, I want you to remember me...(hands her a picture of her and him) Keely: Then I'm coming with you to 2121! Phil (getting chocked up): Keels, you have family here. You can't leave them behind because we're best friends. You'll have Tia here as well. Keely: It's not that you're a friend, it's because you're more than a friend to me. (Keely leans in and kisses Phil on the lips. Phil pulls away, baffled) Phil: Keely! I'm sorry but... Keely: Is there someone else? Phil: No but it's too late... (Keely begins to cry harder and Phil leaves her behind, trying not to cry himself)[/glow]
"Let's practice the kiss now," Ricky said. We had skipped the kiss when we had rehearsed it last, wanting to see how it all payed out. I leaned in and pressed me lips against his. We held on to the moment for a few seconds. It felt like magic! I could see fireworks exploding and saying: Ricky and Alyson forever! I skimmed the rest of the script we we finally had to part. At least it ended up happy. The Time Machine wasn't actually fixed, it was just broken more now, and Phil told Keely he loved her and they declared they would go steady with each. "You're a great kisser," Ricky breathed, and I accidentally laughed, making him laugh. hoped you guys like this part. you don't have to comment. adios!
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 27, 2005 12:44:15 GMT -5
Ricky and I practiced our kissing scene some more times until it was "perfected" and then we headed to shoot the scene. Natasha rushed over to me and rubbed on some brown lipstick and slid some red lip-gloss over it for a tinted shine. smiling at her, I took my place in the scene, which was at the lunch table in the cafteria set. I recited my lines, and Ricky voiced his with perfection. Then I leaned in and kissed him! But suddenly...Ricky cracked up laughing. Blushing I drew away from him but then I dissolved into giggles. Mark lifted his bushy black eyebrows but just said into his megaphone, "All right. Scene number 5; One Last Kiss; take two!" Taking a deep breath I said my lines again, Ricky saying his. Then I leaned in to kiss him. "Sorry," Ricky apologized as he chuckled some more. "What's so funny?" I blurted out. Ricky responded, "I don't know." Suddenly the whole crew was hooting with laughter, and I joined in. Mark allowed us a 5 minute break, to regroup. Ricky and I enjoyed some delicious chocolate chip cookies, and then, after making sure nothing was in our teeth, we headed back to do the scene. After three times, we perfected the scene, and the kiss. I went to wash off my make-up, which was ruined by how I had to cry in the scene. "Let's go get some lunch," Ricky told me. We went and got Amy Bruckner, who plays Pim, and then got my sister. I apologized to Amanda and she conragulated me on doing a great scene.
author: sorry but i have to go. i'll update when i get back. adios!
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jun 29, 2005 12:57:59 GMT -5
here's the next part of the story. hope you like it:
Rick drove us all down to Sherman's Lobster Buffet. The minute we stepped foot into the popular buffet, a billion teens attacked. They split us all up. I watched as Amanda desperately tried to sign autographs, Ricky tried to hug them to clam them down, let's just say things got more out of control in his crowd of fans, Amy kept lying and saying she wasn't Amy Bruckner, just a look alike (her fans didn't buy it), and I was trying to breath! The mob was squeezing against me. I accepted a pen from a giggly girl in braces and I scribbled my signature on pieces of paper, the back of hands, and shirts. The mob screamed with happiness! A few people had cameras, and they were flashing pictures at me. Cringing, I mustered a smile. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans...but they were to close to my breathing room! The mob pushed its way out the door and down the sidewalk. I was stuck in the middle, and I couldn't move. "Ricky! Amy! Amanda!" I screamed, knowing my voice was helplessly muffled, but I wished that one of them would save the day. One fan pressed against me, and shoved me against another fan. "Hey!" I protested, as the fans started throwing me around. The circle tightened more. Soon I was closed it. I could feel myself losing air... A fan jumped up on my shoulders, forcing me down. The fan took my place in the middle. Soon people were stepping on me, and I couldn't find the exit of the mob. "Where'd Alyson Michalka go?" A tall guy cried. Everyone searched for me, not realizing I was under their feet! I crawled towards the outskirts of the mob. I tried desperately to get out, but someone stepped on my hand, causing me to scream. I could see Amanda from under a pair of long legs. Amanda was waving at the crowd, but they didn't notice. Suddenly, Ricky and Amy appeared. Amy noticed me. I was about to pass out! Ricky stuck out his hand into the mob and grabbed my arm. He dragged me out of the crowd. I hopped up and gasped for air. The crowd chased us. We hopped into Ricky's car and he zoomed off. Lots of fans fan after us, some hopped on bikes and peddled after us, and some people got in their own cars and drove after us. Breathing heavily, I buckled my seatbelt and thanked Ricky. Smiling he said: "You're welcome."
editor's note: that' all for now. next post coming soon...
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jul 3, 2005 0:09:09 GMT -5
sorry it's been a while. i've been busy! here's the next post; hope you like it:
I took deep breaths. Suddenly we all burst out laughing. Cars, bikes, and people were chasing after us. "Is this how it usually is?" I asked as I whipped out a tube of dark blue mascara from my rainbow-striped purse. "Yup," Amy sighed. "It's even worse of Taco Bar Tuesday." I laughed as I curled my eyelashes with mascara. Then I took out a small brush and combed my hair. I couldn't help it. I looked like a mess! Amanda was gave her her pretty smile. "Woah! That was so awesome! I mean I love my fans and all...but they were all...crazy! And it was totally cool!" Ricky and I laughed at Amanda's enthusiasm, and Ricky quickly turned the wheel at a sharp speed. I yelped and cracked up. This was like a speed-chase (even though we were going the 30 miles per hour speed limit); we were going around and around town. "Where are we?" I asked, as I tightened my seatbelt. "I'm not sure..." Ricky mumbled. He blushed, and suddenly jammed on the brakes! I was glad we were all buckled in, as we all flew forward! "Ahhh!" I screamed. I realized that Ricky had almost hit a car that was driving directly towards us! The maniac was on the wrong side of the road. The maniac driver kept driving. The person swerved its big SUV right next to ours. Ricky chose that moment to quickly shift into gear, hit the gas pedal, and zoom off! We hit the hit the high-way and Ricky now was driving 60 miles per hour (the speed limit)! I looked out the passengers' front window. I could see a few people pedaling madly on their bikes, with a determined look on their faces. Several cars were still on Ricky's trail, and I was happy the walking people had stopped sprinting after we had driven a block. I hated the thought that they might have actually chased after us after...about 10 miles! Ricky didn't give up. I was getting nervous. Ricky had admitted he didn't know where we were...what if we were even more lost. I just closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I listened to Amanda and Amy chatter and then laugh when we hit a powerful speed bump. Ricky was concentrating on the wheel, and when he saw a fan-crazed car making its move, he'd take a long turn, then get back into the lane we were just in, throwing the person off. After about an hour of endless turning the car around and slamming on the brakes to avoid a car crash, we got trapped. Ricky pulled into a parking lot after he was sure we had lost them, and then the cars all formed a circle of bumper-to-bumper cars around us. Ricky locked the doors and made sure the windows were rolled up all the way. The fans hopped out of their cars and swarmed around Ricky's black Range Rover. They all jiggled on the door-handles and pounded on the windows. I squeezed my eyes shut; feeling claustrophobic. "It'll be okay," Amanda reassured me. I couldn't help but notice her voice was shaky as well. "We forgot about our cell phones," Amy grinned from ear to ear, and pulled out her metallic silver flip-phone. Amy punched some buttons, waited for someone to answer, and explained the situation. "One sec...yeah lemme ask..." Amy cleared her throat, "Ricky, where are we?" Ricky read the sign street sign. "On the corner of Melbrooke, in the Burger King parking lot." Amy told whoever she was talking to the address. "Okay, bye Mom," Amy finished and hung up. "What's the deal?" I fiddled with my jeweled necklace and questioned, 'What's the deal, Ames?" The mob of fans pressed on another against the car, and the victims of getting smothered screamed in pain. I felt awful! They could seriously be suffocated! "Ricky!" I wailed, interrupting Amy (she hadn't started talking yet, but her mouth was open like she was about to). Ricky knew what I meant. "I have a plan," He turned the key in the ignition, but then made sure the car was in park. "Okay, you guys know I'm not gonna hit my fans...but they don't know that..." Ricky's eyes twinkled and he pressed his foot all the way down on the gas pedal. Since the car couldn't drive, it just made a roaring sound, and the tires squealed and twirled around, like he was about to take off at full speed-----and knock out anyone in the way! The mob yelped and they all dove back into their cars, every last one of them, and drove off. I pumped my fist in the air for a victory symbol. Amy's mom arrived a while later. She picked up Amy, and Amy thanked Ricky for lunch (she winked when she said it, obviously because we skipped lunch for a super fun high-way chase!) and then hugged Amanda nd me good-bye. Ricky made sure that Amy was in the car with her mom, and when they drove us, Ricky took us home. Amanda babbled about how fun that was, I smiled and giggled a lot, and Ricky looked all serious (and all cute) at the wheel. 30 minutes later Ricky dropped us off at our home. We thanked him and waved to him. Being the gentleman he is; he made sure we got in safe, in case if we were stuck out he would be there to take us to his place, and then waved and left. As Amanda and I went up to my room, to talk about our experience I couldn't help but hope mom and dad would be up for fixing us some snacks.
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Post by alyandajfanatic on Jul 22, 2005 9:02:41 GMT -5
i'm sorry i haven't posted in soooooooooooooooooo long. i'll try to update later today...but i can't right now...so stay tuned! but bye for now!
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