didn’t just look tired, her hair looked scraggly and her skin was blotchy as if it had seen too much sun. Sadly, she put the mirror back in her purse and procee ded to call her plastic surgeon.
#
A few hours later, without warning, Angie stormed into her managers’ office and sat down on one of the burgundy leather Queen Anne chairs in front of his desk without even saying hello. “Don’t say one word Char les. I don’t want to hear it,” s he said.
Charles Monroe sat at his desk, carefully eyeing Angie as she sat down. It wasn’t like her to show up so early in his office. Curiosity was getting the better of him. “What is it Angie?”
“I thought about it all night long and considering you’ve done so much for me all these years I figured I should be nice. So…fine, I’ll take the supporting role instead of lead.”
Charles took a cigar from the cigar box on his desk and lit it, “Angie, you know all the big roles are taken in that film.”
Angie looked at him with fury in her eyes. “What do you expect me to do Charles, be an extra or something? I won’t do it.”
“There are a lot of other films.”
“I don’t want to be in other films. I want this one.”
“Then why are you here?” He asked, twirling the cigar in his hand and making believe he was reading something on his desk. He knew that she would be upset but he was getting tired of her rants. The way he saw it, everyone gets old and in unfortunately in Hollywood, looking good was your calling card to being in the business. He remembered when he first met Angie. She was young, sweet and took care of herself. Looking at her now, he could barely recognize her.
“I saw her you know; the young bitch that’s goi ng around stealing all my parts,” Angie paused. “ She was practically fucking Marty Steinberg right there in the restaurant. I can’t compete with her! She’s like…twelve!”
“Her name is Allison and she ’s legal, ” he said with a warning edge in his voice.
“Whatever.”
“She actually reminds me a lot of you. Fifteen years ago, ” he knew he’d touch a nerve with her by saying that but, it was true. He hadn’t lie d to her before so why start now.
“Geez, Charles, that’s a great thing to tell a woman who’s approaching forty, ” Angie said, crossing her arms.
“In what Five years? ” Charlie waved his hand, dismissing her statement. “ Stop being so melodramatic Angie. You know I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Fifteen years ago you were not only still young yes, but you were still fearless, reliable and you were easy to work with.”
“What the hell does that me an?” Angie said . “People like working with me. ”
“You’ve turned into a diva Angie . No one wants to work with you, ” Charlie countered.
Angie thought about this for a moment, frowning. “A diva? Me? That’s not true.” She wondered who was spreading rumors. She never acted like a diva. Yes, she always requested a completely white trailer and she brought her own hair and makeup people to the set but that wasn’t such a grand request. All the big movie stars did that. Some did worse. She actually knew an actress who thought she’s such hot shit that she asked for five bottle of water at room temperature, yellow roses in a glass vase and a masseuse.
“On the last film, you asked catering to remove all the items that had peanut butter from the premises…the premises!” He started to yell which was making Angie really uncomfortable. She had never seen him this angry. But she kept her cool. She couldn’t show him that she was intimidated.
“I am allergic,” s he said, rolling her eyes.
“Here’s something you may not have thought of… don’t eat it!”
“It gets in the air Charlie and then I can die.” Angie stood up and put her hand over her chest. “Is that it? You want me to die Charlie? Just let me know. I do dying pretty well.”
He threw his hands up in the air. “I can’t do this with you
#
A few hours later, without warning, Angie stormed into her managers’ office and sat down on one of the burgundy leather Queen Anne chairs in front of his desk without even saying hello. “Don’t say one word Char les. I don’t want to hear it,” s he said.
Charles Monroe sat at his desk, carefully eyeing Angie as she sat down. It wasn’t like her to show up so early in his office. Curiosity was getting the better of him. “What is it Angie?”
“I thought about it all night long and considering you’ve done so much for me all these years I figured I should be nice. So…fine, I’ll take the supporting role instead of lead.”
Charles took a cigar from the cigar box on his desk and lit it, “Angie, you know all the big roles are taken in that film.”
Angie looked at him with fury in her eyes. “What do you expect me to do Charles, be an extra or something? I won’t do it.”
“There are a lot of other films.”
“I don’t want to be in other films. I want this one.”
“Then why are you here?” He asked, twirling the cigar in his hand and making believe he was reading something on his desk. He knew that she would be upset but he was getting tired of her rants. The way he saw it, everyone gets old and in unfortunately in Hollywood, looking good was your calling card to being in the business. He remembered when he first met Angie. She was young, sweet and took care of herself. Looking at her now, he could barely recognize her.
“I saw her you know; the young bitch that’s goi ng around stealing all my parts,” Angie paused. “ She was practically fucking Marty Steinberg right there in the restaurant. I can’t compete with her! She’s like…twelve!”
“Her name is Allison and she ’s legal, ” he said with a warning edge in his voice.
“Whatever.”
“She actually reminds me a lot of you. Fifteen years ago, ” he knew he’d touch a nerve with her by saying that but, it was true. He hadn’t lie d to her before so why start now.
“Geez, Charles, that’s a great thing to tell a woman who’s approaching forty, ” Angie said, crossing her arms.
“In what Five years? ” Charlie waved his hand, dismissing her statement. “ Stop being so melodramatic Angie. You know I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Fifteen years ago you were not only still young yes, but you were still fearless, reliable and you were easy to work with.”
“What the hell does that me an?” Angie said . “People like working with me. ”
“You’ve turned into a diva Angie . No one wants to work with you, ” Charlie countered.
Angie thought about this for a moment, frowning. “A diva? Me? That’s not true.” She wondered who was spreading rumors. She never acted like a diva. Yes, she always requested a completely white trailer and she brought her own hair and makeup people to the set but that wasn’t such a grand request. All the big movie stars did that. Some did worse. She actually knew an actress who thought she’s such hot shit that she asked for five bottle of water at room temperature, yellow roses in a glass vase and a masseuse.
“On the last film, you asked catering to remove all the items that had peanut butter from the premises…the premises!” He started to yell which was making Angie really uncomfortable. She had never seen him this angry. But she kept her cool. She couldn’t show him that she was intimidated.
“I am allergic,” s he said, rolling her eyes.
“Here’s something you may not have thought of… don’t eat it!”
“It gets in the air Charlie and then I can die.” Angie stood up and put her hand over her chest. “Is that it? You want me to die Charlie? Just let me know. I do dying pretty well.”
He threw his hands up in the air. “I can’t do this with you
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