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Author's Note: Okay, so this story references events in Episode 7. If you haven't seen it yet, please don't read this story as I don't want to be the guy who spoils it. Go ahead I'll wait.
Watched it again? Wasn't that fantastic!? Now, on with the story!
Celebrity: Daisy Ridley
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral
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Nothing ever happens in my slice of the world.
Well, except for the day Hollywood rolled into town. Having lived on the coastline of Ireland for nearly all of my life, save for the occasional couple of years I spent in Belfast for University, I was used to picturesque settings, late nights and a community with a very, very lax drinking age. However, that had very quickly become the norm and I had grown into my Irish blood rather well. As I lived in the countryside, I was used to the outdoors and could very rarely not be found without some sort of hiking equipment or a very large backpack attached to me. Now though, I was sat on one of the aforementioned picturesque hills, overlooking one of the smaller parts of Ireland.
I couldn't make out all of the sets but there was definitely something large, grey and constructed near to the end with a lighting rig. After seeing The Force Awakens several times in the cinema, I could make an educated guess that it was the Millennium Falcon dropping Rey off to find Luke Skywalker. Knowing that Skellig Michael Island was a very restricted area, it made sense that Star Wars and Disney would come to my part of the world. The greenery and the older parts of the the castle's were from a similar period of in time as to when Skellig Michael Island would have been heavily populated and would definitely look like it could be the same place in the galaxy far, far away and a long time ago.
Pulling myself to my feet, I grabbed my phone and snapped a couple of photos, curious to see just what they would look like on my computer and whether I could clear any of them up with some photo editing software. Turning and making my way down towards the main road where I had parked my bike, I could see a selection of cars already covering the road and making it seem as if we were in a big city rather than the littlest part of nowhere. Watching all the cars zip past, I just knew they were part of the new set for Star Wars Episode 8. The blacked out windows and selection of cars travelling down the road with the occasional white van filled with equipment or perhaps a police car working as escort.
Despite how hard I squinted, my green eyes didn't pierce through the windows and I was left to simply assume who were in the cars. I could safely assume that at least Mark Hamil, Rian Johnson and Daisy Ridley were there. Sighing at the mere thought of that last name, I wondered if I'd even see the faintest of outlines of her. Daisy had had a strong showing in her cinematic debut in Star Wars and as a result, it had become very apparent that she was joining the hallowed halls of Comic-Con babes such as: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jennifer Lawrence and Megan Fox. Not bad company for her to be in certainly. The convoy of cars disappeared around the bend in the road and would no doubt descend upon the small town close to the Dingle Peninsula. Hopping onto my pedal bike, I casually followed them, not expecting to see anything more of it but having a fun story for the internet.
As I began the second part of my journey, I usually bike from my home with my parents to my job as a National Trust hiking guide, my mind was not on the road ahead of me. Rather than being interested in the wildlife around me, the sounds of the ocean crashing against the rocks beneath me, nor the sounds of the usual birds flying high above me. Instead, I was focusing purely on the thoughts of what the new film set must look like. It made me think that our little part of the world must be a similar sort of planet, if not the same planet, that we saw at the end of Episode 7 where Luke Skywalker was staying. Of course, there had been naysayers, a lot of people thought that the film crew would destroy the natural beauty of our slice of Ireland but having seen how Lucasfilm and Disney treated Skellig Michael Island and some of the first person testimonies had managed to quell some of the concern and antsy anticipation of the Hollywood film crews coming here. Me, and my collection of friends, had never really had any concerns over it, we had all joked that we would get extra or supporting roles.
Eventually making it around the corner, I made it down towards the small hamlet close to the docks and what was normally a quiet town already seemed to be bustling with life even with me being so far away. The road was long and winding but it was all downhill now so my legs stopped working so much and I simply rode the road down with my feet following the way my feet travelled as I head down towards the town. Towards the end of the town, near to where the water meets the land, there was a small, wooden quay that typically never saw more than two or three boats there at once. Now though, you could tell Hollywood was in town as there was nearly double the amount there. As I made my way down the hill, I could see some of the paparazzi snapping photos while a boat disappeared towards a part of the countryside only approachable by water. As the boat cut through the water, the paparazzi moved from the quay and headed towards the town. Would poor Mrs. O'Brien at the café be able to cope with all those sandwiches? I wondered to myself as I lifted my head up and started to pedal towards the pub which my parents owned.
Cycling into town, moving past the set of well-maintained houses on the outside, smiling and waving to some of the population of the hamlet that were out and about, snooping as to what was happening in their sleepy little town. Smiling, I continued to cycle towards the pub. Travelling over the gravel and landing into the front of the pub, I grabbed the small bike lock that was now a permanent feature at the side of the popular nightspot in the town and quickly bolted my bike to the side, keeping it secure. Locking it up, I pocket the key in my raincoat and step inside. Crossing the threshold and stepping inside the pub, I spotted up a couple of the regulars before spotting my parents. My mum, an older looking lady though no one would dare say that out loud, who was picking apart a jacket potato and tutting very loudly at one of her trashy gossip magazines. Sitting in one of the smaller alcoves in the side of the pub, she lifted her head up, peering at me over her half moon glasses. Smiling, she raised a hand up and waved at me before I returned it.
Unzipping my raincoat, I hung the extra piece of protective fabric on one of the chrome hooks and saw my dad, the typical image of a lumberjack, ascending from the basement behind the bar with an empty metal barrel on his shoulders. Anyone who saw me standing next to my father knew who I got my looks from. While I wasn't as stocky as my father, I was an athletically large sort of frame while my father was strictly larger. Our hair was a similar shade of mahogany and my facial hair wasn't as bushy as his but it was definitely as thick as his. He raised a hand back to me, waving with a smile as wide as his face at the sight of me.
"Will my boy! Back from work already?" He bellowed to me, half way from across the pub as I kicked off my boots. Checking my phone, I realised I was back almost on the dot which was unusual for me. Normally, I liked to stay behind and make sure everything was set up for the next shift. Today though, today I too wanted to see what all the gossip was about. Taking a seat at the bar, I leant over and shook my dad's beefy hand as he excitedly pulled a pint of diet soda for me.
"Yeah dad, I figured you may need some help with all the extra hands in the town." I answered, taking the glass in my hands and peering over my shoulder as the convoy of cars and trucks made their way from the quay and over to the main road I had just came down from. Looking around, I could see Wink, the pub's cat, and some of the regulars, the ones who would regularly talk to my mother and help her with the crosswords in the newspapers we had delivered to the pub. I was actually somewhat disappointed. I was expecting something... More. Maybe later on we would see some more people come back to the pub and pump some tourist money into the business. That was mostly the more important thing we were interested in. While we didn't struggle for money, it was always nice to have some more in the tills.
My father chuckled and nodded his head, collecting some of the empties on the bar top and dunked them into the sink behind the bar. Grabbing a yellow cloth, he sprayed a jet of cleaning fluid against the oak bar and started to scrub at it before scrubbing at some of the more stubborn of stains. My father was very house-proud, or in this case, pub-proud, and some stains on the oak bar just weren't going to go away, no matter how many times he scrubbed at them. He looked down at it, scowled before throwing the rag back over his shoulder. Coming back to me, he took a stand, leaning against the bar as he looked over at me.
"Aye but it's still early doors yet. I'm sure later on we'll see some more footfall." My dad offered, reaching over and playfully shaking me by the shoulders as I tried to polish off my pint. "Who knows? Maybe the young lady starring in the movie will come see you?" He laughed just as loudly as he had done the first time he had ever done it and while I normally would have been laughing just as hard as he was, now it wasn't so funny. Had I really bought into the fact that I would have seen Daisy Ridley in the pub that much? Shooting him a smirk, I polished off the drink and passed him the empty before standing up and looking at my parents who simply laughed it off as well. Rubbing at the back of my neck, I wondered just what the team of Episode 8 were up to now. Would they actually come around tonight or would they just go back to their no doubt fancier hotels in the inland of Ireland. I might get to see Luke Skywalker though, Mark Hamil was noted as very good with fans and the public so he may poke his head in. That would be pretty cool. I thought to myself as I stepped past the bar and moved into the small corridor that led up to the back of the pub.
The architecture of the public house was tudor, there was a lot of white walls with black beams and that pattern ran throughout the whole of our home. As I was left to my own thoughts, my hands came out and absentmindedly stroked against the bumpy surface of the walls, occasionally running my fingers over the black beams. The doors in the home were thick, complimenting of the way the house was built, radiators didn't exist back when the house was built so the doors were thicker to keep the cold out. Grabbing a hold of the door to my bedroom, I twisted the handle and pushed it open, adding my shoulder to it to manage to get the door open and past the shag carpet I had laid down once I got home from Uni. Walking over to the window facing the sea, I laid my hands down on the table I had with my desktop computer on and squinted, looking to see if I could see anything. The peninsula was close to where we lived and on a good day, it was visible but now, not so much.
