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her
increasingly hostile road rage. “Let’s go!” she shouted out her side window.
She honked again. “Move it, you redneck son of a bitch!”
None of the cars
ahead of her moved, and the guy in the truck up ahead didn’t acknowledge her
screaming. The only activity that took place in that next minute was an old guy
in the car behind her rolling his window down and spitting a lougee on the
pavement.
She planted her
head against the steering wheel and said, softly, “That’s the one and only
thing I miss about Reno. The lack of goddamn traffic.”
Charisma Kellog,
wearing a tight, bright orange dress, her long, straight blonde hair falling
beside her shoulders, had been living in Los Angeles for exactly one year, and
had enjoyed every minute of it, even if she hadn’t become a major movie star
overnight. When she left Reno last June for the glitz and glamor of Hollywood,
she barely made time to say goodbye to her family and friends. She’d wanted to
get out of there, just leave that nasty desert behind for something bigger and
better. She knew she wouldn’t miss her on-and-off again boyfriend Ryan, or her
exes Lyle, Tim, Fred, John, Justin, Wyatt, Chris, Christopher, Peter, and
Stevie. Or Scarlett, whose little fling with she enjoyed but didn’t mention to
anyone.
And then there
was Cameron Martin, her boyfriend for most of senior year who she had gone out
with to make one hundred percent sure she’d be on the top of the social status
at Caughlin Ranch High, where she liked to think of herself as popular as far
back as her eventful and promiscuous freshman year. Charisma had found him
cute, to be sure—she wouldn’t date a guy who looked like a dog, even if
he was the star player of the basketball team. They had their fun together,
even if Cameron had kept insisting on having sex, which was something that
didn’t interest Charisma in the least. She had slept with multiple guys
throughout her freshman and sophomore years, but by the time senior year rolled
around, she wanted to save herself for all the older, powerful men in Los
Angeles who could help her slide through the ranks in the entertainment world.
She had enjoyed watching Cameron suffer with blue balls all those months,
begging her to sleep with him. She had liked to torment him for sure, and she
was sad when it all came to a screeching halt.
It still gave
Charisma goosebumps when she thought about what happened to Cameron during
those last three months of senior year. She had made out with the guy hundreds
of times, let the guy touch her breasts. And then, there he was, showing up to
school every day, a year older, a year uglier , soon
looking like her father, and soon after that, her great-great-grandfather. Even
though she saw him turned back to normal at high school graduation, she was
done with that chapter in her life. She had moved on to a time and place where
time moved fast, traffic moved slow , and nothing, and
nobody, would get in the way of her acting career.
The problem was
that breaking into the movie and TV industry had been a much tougher beast to
tame than Charisma ever expected. It had been twelve months, and she still
hadn’t secured a theatrical agent yet, although she did have a commercial
agent, and a manager. She had gone in for multiple auditions, but thus far had
only secured two television show one-liners (one on House , the other on an unaired pilot called The Wonderful Maladys ), four commercials, a couple of PSAs, and a
supporting role on a webisode series that felt beneath her. Her manager kept
telling her that she needed footage for her reel, as much quality footage she
could obtain that showcased decent production values and the quality of her
acting. Charisma never thought of herself as a great actress; she figured her
looks alone would get her places. Unfortunately for her, though, every audition
cattle call she attended featured fifty other girls who were as good looking as
her, if not more so. In little old
increasingly hostile road rage. “Let’s go!” she shouted out her side window.
She honked again. “Move it, you redneck son of a bitch!”
None of the cars
ahead of her moved, and the guy in the truck up ahead didn’t acknowledge her
screaming. The only activity that took place in that next minute was an old guy
in the car behind her rolling his window down and spitting a lougee on the
pavement.
She planted her
head against the steering wheel and said, softly, “That’s the one and only
thing I miss about Reno. The lack of goddamn traffic.”
Charisma Kellog,
wearing a tight, bright orange dress, her long, straight blonde hair falling
beside her shoulders, had been living in Los Angeles for exactly one year, and
had enjoyed every minute of it, even if she hadn’t become a major movie star
overnight. When she left Reno last June for the glitz and glamor of Hollywood,
she barely made time to say goodbye to her family and friends. She’d wanted to
get out of there, just leave that nasty desert behind for something bigger and
better. She knew she wouldn’t miss her on-and-off again boyfriend Ryan, or her
exes Lyle, Tim, Fred, John, Justin, Wyatt, Chris, Christopher, Peter, and
Stevie. Or Scarlett, whose little fling with she enjoyed but didn’t mention to
anyone.
And then there
was Cameron Martin, her boyfriend for most of senior year who she had gone out
with to make one hundred percent sure she’d be on the top of the social status
at Caughlin Ranch High, where she liked to think of herself as popular as far
back as her eventful and promiscuous freshman year. Charisma had found him
cute, to be sure—she wouldn’t date a guy who looked like a dog, even if
he was the star player of the basketball team. They had their fun together,
even if Cameron had kept insisting on having sex, which was something that
didn’t interest Charisma in the least. She had slept with multiple guys
throughout her freshman and sophomore years, but by the time senior year rolled
around, she wanted to save herself for all the older, powerful men in Los
Angeles who could help her slide through the ranks in the entertainment world.
She had enjoyed watching Cameron suffer with blue balls all those months,
begging her to sleep with him. She had liked to torment him for sure, and she
was sad when it all came to a screeching halt.
It still gave
Charisma goosebumps when she thought about what happened to Cameron during
those last three months of senior year. She had made out with the guy hundreds
of times, let the guy touch her breasts. And then, there he was, showing up to
school every day, a year older, a year uglier , soon
looking like her father, and soon after that, her great-great-grandfather. Even
though she saw him turned back to normal at high school graduation, she was
done with that chapter in her life. She had moved on to a time and place where
time moved fast, traffic moved slow , and nothing, and
nobody, would get in the way of her acting career.
The problem was
that breaking into the movie and TV industry had been a much tougher beast to
tame than Charisma ever expected. It had been twelve months, and she still
hadn’t secured a theatrical agent yet, although she did have a commercial
agent, and a manager. She had gone in for multiple auditions, but thus far had
only secured two television show one-liners (one on House , the other on an unaired pilot called The Wonderful Maladys ), four commercials, a couple of PSAs, and a
supporting role on a webisode series that felt beneath her. Her manager kept
telling her that she needed footage for her reel, as much quality footage she
could obtain that showcased decent production values and the quality of her
acting. Charisma never thought of herself as a great actress; she figured her
looks alone would get her places. Unfortunately for her, though, every audition
cattle call she attended featured fifty other girls who were as good looking as
her, if not more so. In little old
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