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Chapter One
E veryone said Callie Boggs was crazy to drop out of her first semester of college and head out west. She had big dreams and wanted to make a real start in a new city...
Los Angeles, California.
Her best friend from high school, Marlow Sims, had a loft apartment right in the heart of downtown. Callie already realized she had an uphill battle, knowing she didn't have the look of the "typical" aspiring starlet. But, she never let that stop her, because she knew her talent would shine through!
Only a week after moving in, Callie got her first audition for a part.
"Can you believe it, Marlow? It's my first friggin' role!" Callie sprang up and down on the couch. Marlow looked a little startled with Callie's insane burst of energy.
"You gotta tell me, what's the part?" Marlow asked.
"It's cute waitress #3 !" Callie exclaimed, wrapping her best friend in a very very tight hug. Marlow just wanted to be sure that Callie went to the casting with modest expectations.
"Remember, Cal. This isn't Idaho anymore. The casting director might be looking for a zillion different things...so, if you don't get the part—don't sweat it," Marlow reassured.
In Callie's mind, there was no way she'd lose out on the part. She'd been acting since she took her first stumbling steps. She'd been singing her heart out and performing on stage and now she was ready to see if she really had what it takes to survive in Hollywood.
Callie then hugged Marlow one more time and head out the door.
*
C allie's eyes widened at the long stretch of girls waiting for to be called. All of these people, really?
She eyed all of the girls standing in front of her. All of them Tall, with thick flowy hair, and perfect skinny bodies. She had her curly red hair pulled up in a messy topknot and started to feel anxious about her curves.
NEXT!
The casting director shouted. After a nearly three hour wait, only one person stood ahead of Callie. Five minutes later, a girl came charging out bursting out in tears. Okay...?
NEXT!
Callie skipped head into the small room. A man sat on the couch wearing thick rimmed glasses and a cranky scowl on his face.
Callie started to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm—"
The Casting Director waved his hand, dismissing her. "I'm Brock Grayson. I don't care what your names is..."
Callie gulped, noticing him sizing her up with his eyes. She tried to suck her stomach in, and her cheeks went red.
"You do realize this part is for cute waitress #3, right?" Brock asked arching an eyebrow. "If I were looking for fat, messy and boring—you'd be a shoe in...so, how about you stop wasting my time...NEXT!"
The next girl, a willowy blonde, thumped Callie in her side, almost toppling her over. She then turned and snorted with a toss of her glossy hair. Callie scooted backwards totally embarrassed.
Coming here was a stupid idea. Just look at me. Girls like me don't get looked at twice.
After her failed audition, Callie roamed further aimlessly down the production lot, feeling utterly pathetic. A loud rumbling noise echoed in her ear and something fast— real fast —came barreling right for her. A hunk of metal careened at several miles per hour in her direction, the smell of gasoline and burning rubber stung Callie's nose.
And in a split second, the thundering sound of the engine suddenly stopped.
CUT! GODDAMMIT, CUT!
"Jesus, lady. Do you got a death wish? What the hell are you doing ruining my shot?!" The director hollered through a megaphone.
Callie's heart raced in her chest as the exhaust fumes cleared. A tall stranger, wearing a white leather racing jacket and a helmet, came prowling towards her. He pulled off his helmet revealing his ash brown hair and a pair of alluring dark red-amber eyes.
"You okay?" He asked low and soothing.
Callie, hitched a breath, her thoughts garbled in her head. She trembled all over from fear and from thrill of his voice.
" Okay ...why don't we start with our names," He answered his own question,
E veryone said Callie Boggs was crazy to drop out of her first semester of college and head out west. She had big dreams and wanted to make a real start in a new city...
Los Angeles, California.
Her best friend from high school, Marlow Sims, had a loft apartment right in the heart of downtown. Callie already realized she had an uphill battle, knowing she didn't have the look of the "typical" aspiring starlet. But, she never let that stop her, because she knew her talent would shine through!
Only a week after moving in, Callie got her first audition for a part.
"Can you believe it, Marlow? It's my first friggin' role!" Callie sprang up and down on the couch. Marlow looked a little startled with Callie's insane burst of energy.
"You gotta tell me, what's the part?" Marlow asked.
"It's cute waitress #3 !" Callie exclaimed, wrapping her best friend in a very very tight hug. Marlow just wanted to be sure that Callie went to the casting with modest expectations.
"Remember, Cal. This isn't Idaho anymore. The casting director might be looking for a zillion different things...so, if you don't get the part—don't sweat it," Marlow reassured.
In Callie's mind, there was no way she'd lose out on the part. She'd been acting since she took her first stumbling steps. She'd been singing her heart out and performing on stage and now she was ready to see if she really had what it takes to survive in Hollywood.
Callie then hugged Marlow one more time and head out the door.
*
C allie's eyes widened at the long stretch of girls waiting for to be called. All of these people, really?
She eyed all of the girls standing in front of her. All of them Tall, with thick flowy hair, and perfect skinny bodies. She had her curly red hair pulled up in a messy topknot and started to feel anxious about her curves.
NEXT!
The casting director shouted. After a nearly three hour wait, only one person stood ahead of Callie. Five minutes later, a girl came charging out bursting out in tears. Okay...?
NEXT!
Callie skipped head into the small room. A man sat on the couch wearing thick rimmed glasses and a cranky scowl on his face.
Callie started to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm—"
The Casting Director waved his hand, dismissing her. "I'm Brock Grayson. I don't care what your names is..."
Callie gulped, noticing him sizing her up with his eyes. She tried to suck her stomach in, and her cheeks went red.
"You do realize this part is for cute waitress #3, right?" Brock asked arching an eyebrow. "If I were looking for fat, messy and boring—you'd be a shoe in...so, how about you stop wasting my time...NEXT!"
The next girl, a willowy blonde, thumped Callie in her side, almost toppling her over. She then turned and snorted with a toss of her glossy hair. Callie scooted backwards totally embarrassed.
Coming here was a stupid idea. Just look at me. Girls like me don't get looked at twice.
After her failed audition, Callie roamed further aimlessly down the production lot, feeling utterly pathetic. A loud rumbling noise echoed in her ear and something fast— real fast —came barreling right for her. A hunk of metal careened at several miles per hour in her direction, the smell of gasoline and burning rubber stung Callie's nose.
And in a split second, the thundering sound of the engine suddenly stopped.
CUT! GODDAMMIT, CUT!
"Jesus, lady. Do you got a death wish? What the hell are you doing ruining my shot?!" The director hollered through a megaphone.
Callie's heart raced in her chest as the exhaust fumes cleared. A tall stranger, wearing a white leather racing jacket and a helmet, came prowling towards her. He pulled off his helmet revealing his ash brown hair and a pair of alluring dark red-amber eyes.
"You okay?" He asked low and soothing.
Callie, hitched a breath, her thoughts garbled in her head. She trembled all over from fear and from thrill of his voice.
" Okay ...why don't we start with our names," He answered his own question,
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