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“Giveme another snack for sassing me.”
“Sassingyou?” she asks with a laugh.
Butshe tosses me another protein ball.Icatch it in my hand and toss it into my mouth while she watches, probably a little horrified.
“Don’tpeople like you have personal chefs?Youmust eat a lot.”
“Peoplelike me?”
“Richpeople?Moviestar people?”
“I’mjust a guy,Selena.”
“You’rejust a guy sitting in an elevator in front of a strange woman with snacks in her purse, begging for treats,” she says with a laugh.
“Damnright.Youholding out on me?Whatelse do you have in that purse?”
Shepulls out another cookie and tosses it to me.Thisone is fucking s’mores, with hunks of chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows in a chocolate cookie.Ihaven’t eaten this much sugar in years.IthinkI’mgetting a little high on it.
“So, do you have a personal chef?”
“No.ButIget meals delivered.I’mcrap in the kitchen.Ihad a six-egg, egg white omelet, a pound of spinach, and half a grapefruit for breakfast.ThenIhad steamed broccoli and unseasoned chicken every two hours untilIleft the house to get to my meeting.”
Shegiggles. “I’msorry, but that sounds horrible.”
Ican’t help but laugh at myself. “Itis.Itreally fucking is.ButIneed to be in professional athlete-level shape.”
“Thatsounds like hard work.”
“Trustme, it is.Butit’ll be worth it whenIland this roleI’mup for.”
“I’msure you’ll get it.”Shesounds so sure.IwishIwas.
“Ihope you’re right.There’sa bunch of guys up for it.ButIthink we’re getting pretty close to a decision.”
“Andif you get it, you have to keep eating like this?”
“Yeah, for the next decade or so.I’mhonestly not sure howI’mgoing to do it.”Shakingmy head,Ilaugh at myself. “Iknow, poor little rich kid.Noone wants to hear the guy who lives inHollywoodbitch about how bad he has it.”
Shetilts her head to stare at me. “Idon’t know.Everyonehas their own stuff.Noone’s life is perfect.Andit’s not some sort of competition.Everyonehas good and bad in their lives, hopefully a little more good than bad.Doyou like being an actor?”
“Nothing’sthat simple.Idon’t not like it.Ilove making movies.Ilove acting.Bringinga character to life.Becomingthem.Ilove the process.Thecraft of filming.Thecinematography.Theart direction.Whatthey do with makeup, costumes and sets, it’s pure magic.I’mkind of hoping that one day they’ll let me direct something.Butthat’s a long way off.”
“Why?Lotsof actors direct stuff, don’t they?”
“It’snot that simple.It’sa big ask.Makingmovies is expensive.There’sso many moving parts.Andthe director is the one who’s responsible for every single one of those parts.Ittakes a lot of trust to get the job.”
Shenods, like she’s thinking it over.
“Soprove they can trust you.”
“That’swhatI’mtrying to do.Biggerroles.Biggerbox offices.ShowingthatIcan carry a huge franchise.Atleast, that’s the hope, anyway.”
Shenods at me. “I’msure you can do it.You’reon at least half of the magazines at the check-out line every timeIgo to the grocery store.Thathas to be worth something, right?”
Igrin over at her. “Here’shoping it’s that simple.Halfthe magazines, huh?Howbad is the stuff they’re saying about me?”
Shenarrows her eyebrows at me. “Likeyou don’t know.”
