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Authors: Lauren Abrams
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the read . Use that fucking photographic memory of yours and blow them away. I don’t want you to do anything but focus on that script for the next few days. And answer your FUCKING phone! ”
“All right. I’ll call you tomorrow. E-mail me the details and I’ll get on it in the morning. ”
If I got the role, it would be lif e-changing. There would be no more walking around the streets by myself, no more going to high school parties , and it might even come with a tiny paparazzi army of my own . Like Cassidy had said, I would be famous. And most of me thought, as flip flop girl seemed to, that it would be pretty cool.
But the other part of me , the one that had seen how Hollywood had spit my father out like a piece of trash, wanted to forget all about it and spend the next few days chasing down some girl that didn’t even think it was important enough to give me her name.
Chapter 7
HALLIE
The ringing of an alarm-like sound b uzzes from my phone. Apparently, I had be en able to fall asleep eventually . I had spent most of the night tossing around the Egyptian cotton sheets, pretending like I had actually been fabulous and witty and charming enough so that I didn’t make a total idiot of myself last night.
I was pretty sure that I had failed on all counts.
I reached over and looked at the phone . Sophia .
Get ur ass out of bed, sleepyhead. Door’s locked.
I groan .
I unlock the do or and yell out into the hallway, “ Sophia . I need a shower, because I feel like I rolled around in a pile of someone else’s puke. It might have actually happened. I might have puke on me right now. It’s not out of the realm of possibility. The drunks took over my room. Give me 15 minutes. ”
“I don’t see puke anywhere on you ,” a low voice responds .
I turn back into the hallway to see a shirtless, muscular b lond guy laughing at me as he com e s out of Sophia ’s room. “ Sophia said that she needed to show her friend around. I assume you’re the friend. Thanks for the cockblock.”
He’s giving me a murderous look, so I shoot him one back as Sophia ’s voice co me s drifting out of her bedroom. “You better be ready in 15, slow ass! And you in the hallway, exit stage left. ”
He flips his middle finger at me and disappears .
“ Jerk,” I hiss under my breath before shouting to Sophia . “It’s definitely goin g to be at least half an hour!” She was probably going to bust into my room, demanding that I accompany her somewhere. Tyrant. One of the most incongruous things about Sophia was her penchant for waking up early.
She would always say, in a fake British accent, “No need to waste the day, dah-ling, when you’re entirely too young and too beautiful. There’s time for sleeping in when I’m wrinkly.” It would be obnoxious coming from anyone else, especially given the unnecessary accent, but Sophia somehow managed to pull it off . I would laugh right along with her , usually grabbing an extra-large iced coffee to chase the sleep from my eyes.
I jump in the shower and although the water is raining down from some fancy showerhead and I could stay in it forever, I make record time. I grab a pair of black pants and a white sweater from my suitcase, stopping for a minute to blow-dry my hair halfway and to add a couple of coats of mascara and some lip gloss. It didn’t make much of an improvement, but at l east it was something.
I glance at the clock. 8:45 . I would have preferred to stay in the warm cocoon for at least three more hours, especially given the walking social disaster I had been the night before, but that was never going to fly with Sophia. I look at the flip flops discarded in th e corner, and desperately pray for a moment of foresight. Maybe I had packed something like real shoes.
I plunder the corners of my suitcase, and feel something stab my palm. I pull it out and groan again. Great. The only real pair of shoes I had brought was the stiletto stripper boots Sophia had
“All right. I’ll call you tomorrow. E-mail me the details and I’ll get on it in the morning. ”
If I got the role, it would be lif e-changing. There would be no more walking around the streets by myself, no more going to high school parties , and it might even come with a tiny paparazzi army of my own . Like Cassidy had said, I would be famous. And most of me thought, as flip flop girl seemed to, that it would be pretty cool.
But the other part of me , the one that had seen how Hollywood had spit my father out like a piece of trash, wanted to forget all about it and spend the next few days chasing down some girl that didn’t even think it was important enough to give me her name.
Chapter 7
HALLIE
The ringing of an alarm-like sound b uzzes from my phone. Apparently, I had be en able to fall asleep eventually . I had spent most of the night tossing around the Egyptian cotton sheets, pretending like I had actually been fabulous and witty and charming enough so that I didn’t make a total idiot of myself last night.
I was pretty sure that I had failed on all counts.
I reached over and looked at the phone . Sophia .
Get ur ass out of bed, sleepyhead. Door’s locked.
I groan .
I unlock the do or and yell out into the hallway, “ Sophia . I need a shower, because I feel like I rolled around in a pile of someone else’s puke. It might have actually happened. I might have puke on me right now. It’s not out of the realm of possibility. The drunks took over my room. Give me 15 minutes. ”
“I don’t see puke anywhere on you ,” a low voice responds .
I turn back into the hallway to see a shirtless, muscular b lond guy laughing at me as he com e s out of Sophia ’s room. “ Sophia said that she needed to show her friend around. I assume you’re the friend. Thanks for the cockblock.”
He’s giving me a murderous look, so I shoot him one back as Sophia ’s voice co me s drifting out of her bedroom. “You better be ready in 15, slow ass! And you in the hallway, exit stage left. ”
He flips his middle finger at me and disappears .
“ Jerk,” I hiss under my breath before shouting to Sophia . “It’s definitely goin g to be at least half an hour!” She was probably going to bust into my room, demanding that I accompany her somewhere. Tyrant. One of the most incongruous things about Sophia was her penchant for waking up early.
She would always say, in a fake British accent, “No need to waste the day, dah-ling, when you’re entirely too young and too beautiful. There’s time for sleeping in when I’m wrinkly.” It would be obnoxious coming from anyone else, especially given the unnecessary accent, but Sophia somehow managed to pull it off . I would laugh right along with her , usually grabbing an extra-large iced coffee to chase the sleep from my eyes.
I jump in the shower and although the water is raining down from some fancy showerhead and I could stay in it forever, I make record time. I grab a pair of black pants and a white sweater from my suitcase, stopping for a minute to blow-dry my hair halfway and to add a couple of coats of mascara and some lip gloss. It didn’t make much of an improvement, but at l east it was something.
I glance at the clock. 8:45 . I would have preferred to stay in the warm cocoon for at least three more hours, especially given the walking social disaster I had been the night before, but that was never going to fly with Sophia. I look at the flip flops discarded in th e corner, and desperately pray for a moment of foresight. Maybe I had packed something like real shoes.
I plunder the corners of my suitcase, and feel something stab my palm. I pull it out and groan again. Great. The only real pair of shoes I had brought was the stiletto stripper boots Sophia had
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