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Valentina
I can’t believe that I’ve had a reading today since I’ve been in Hollywood. I’ve had a couple for a TV commercial after just over one year of living in this town. Everyone told me that I'd be lucky to get an audition for a commercial. I got one, even if I had to stand in line for over six hours to get it. Never, ever would I get more than an audition to be an extra in a series. Today I’d been selected to read for a movie. I feel as if my move down here hasn’t been in vain.
I feel like a star already, and I haven’t even got the role. Even if they never call me in, I don’t care because it’s given me the one thing that I’d given up on - hope. I have a spring in my step as I work to the bar. Everyone can tell that the smile on my face isn’t from working, but because of something else.
Janice, the manager and my boss asks, “What are you so happy about tonight?”
I can’t contain myself, “I had an audition this morning, this time not for a commercial, but for a movie! Can you believe it?”
Janice rolls her blue eyes and says, “Well, you need to have a lot more than that to get excited.”
I nod, “I know but i
t’s a start. So far I’ve spent more money on making videos, posting them on Youtube and other sites, taking shots, joining agencies.” I put the tray down and start thinking about the money that I've spent just trying to get this far. Trying to be an actress in Hollywood comes at a heavy price, and I need to know that one day it won't all be in vain. Otherwise, working all those extra shifts will have been for nothing.
“If it was a second-reading then that’s something to get excited. But an audition. You need more than one reading to get excited. A lot more.”
She puts the drinks on the tray and signals for me to serve them. Then she bends down and whispers, “Look you, know I like you Valentina. It’s not that. It’s just that this is a tough business. You know how many girls I’ve had in here that want to be stars?”
I’ve heard this a million times, but I listen to her as if it’s the first time that she’s saying it.
“A lot more than the drinks that you’ll be serving by the end of the night. What I’m saying is that you need to have a backup plan. Just like I did in case it didn’t work out. It’s like you pour your heart and soul into it and then you end up like one of those girls.”
I know exactly what she’s going to say next. The girls that end up doing plastic surgery so many times that they end up selling their bodies to pay for it. So, much so that after they’ve finished, they either up in the porn industry or even worse on the streets.
She sighs as I feel as if she’s giving me a lecture of a lifetime, “You’re competing with those girls that have been to drama college and have contacts with other famous people who went to the same drama college. The one’s that are daughters of someone famous and as beautiful as you are,” she cups my face as she draws closer. I think that she’s going to give me some ray of sunshine, but she doesn’t as she says, “You just can’t compete.”
This time she's harsh, not cold. Just telling me the thing that I don’t want to hear. Not today. Tomorrow I can deal with it, but when I hear my mom’s voice repeating in my head every damn night telling me that I’ll fail. Mom told me, that I could never go back home once I walk out of the door. I need to make this work. I put the iTouch in the back pocket of my hot pants and get back to serving drinks.
She grabs my hand, “Wait, there’s only one guy at table four. Are all those for him?”
I nod my head, “Well it’s the end of my shift, and he asked me to join him. Sort of a celebration drink.”
She frowns, “You know that you’re not supposed to do that.”
“But I figured that I had something to celebrate. Not only is it my birthday but he’s…”
She ignores me as she says, “Bar rules. You’re not supposed to be sitting with the clients. It just gives the place a bad image.”
I nod my head thinking that she’s not being cold, harsh or even just ‘trying to help me out.’ Janice is jealous - I told her that I had an audition. One that could stop me from working for tips and out into the real world, not working every God damn second of the day. She’s probably thinking that I’m some country girl that doesn’t even deserve it. Maybe, she’s right, and I don’t because in her eyes I haven’t been here long enough. I’m not as pretty as she used to be and she never made it. That's what she's told me a dozen times. Either way, she doesn’t know what I’ve done to get here and only Harper my bestie knows the truth. Janice is my boss, so I’ll respect her the same way that I would with any boss.
“In that case. I want to head on out now. You can take the drinks out of my wages. I can’t remember the last time that I’ve felt this good and nothing’s going to bring me down.”
I hand her my iPod touch, not caring that I'm so damn brave tonight. I didn't have the chance to tell her the one guy that’s asked me out tonight is Eric Turner. The child star actor turned Oscar nominee, and I know that an opportunity like that doesn’t come along every day. Even if he’s a little tipsy and doesn’t remember my name by the end of the night. I intend to enjoy myself for the first time in my life. Especially on my twenty-second birthday.
Chapter Two
Eric
I watched as she went to the bar. Her tight ass in those hot pants was a welcome distraction from all the crazy shit that’s flowing in my mind. I can’t remember the last time that I had any pussy, especially from a fan. That used to happen all the time when I walked around with a bodyguard or two to keep them at bay. Now, I’d be lucky if I’m recognized, but she did the moment she saw me, and with her piercing blue eyes and breasts that could fit in the palms of my hands. I knew that I had to make her mine tonight.
I decided that I’ll ask her for a drink, loosen her up a bit and then afterward, she’ll be coming to my place. I’ll do things to her that she’d only read about in those sexy romance book that she’s probably got in her room. I’ll make her nice and wet, especially when I get her down and dirty in between the sheets.
She strutted her tight ass back to my table, “Your boss is mad that you’re drinking with me?”
The frown was written all over her face. Fuck her lips are so fucking sexy that I can imagine them sucking my cock right now. Fuck the drink. I just want her sweet lips on my cock.
“No. She’s just mad at something. I know a place that we can go. If you still want to go out?” she shrugs, and I know enough about women, to know where this conversation’s leading to. The dark-haired blue-eyed beauty in front of me. Who's undone a couple more of her buttons to show off her cleavage thinks that I want a drink. She’s the one that I want to make wet. Having her come so many times that she’ll even forget about the drink, that she thinks that I so desperately crave.
