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Authors: Aria Glazki, Stephanie Kayne, Kristyn F. Brunson, Layla Kelly, Leslie Ann Brown, Bella James, Rae Lori
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“Finally, we had to find a man who could bring the gravitas and dry humor of the displaced Wild West Marshal Jedidiah Gold. We found him. Everyone let me introduce you to our new star, Jack Kendrick!” Ian boomed the last line and it seemed to echo through the room.
From the right, Jack stepped up onto the raised platform. He had his perfect Jack smiled with just a hint of mischief showing in his eyes and tousled hair. Then the smile faltered just a little and Willow began to realize that the overly enthusiastic, clap-happy crowd was only barely providing a smattering of applause for his grand entrance and official introduction. Looking around she could see a lot of disinterest in the crowd, but a few interest women. Willow instinctually glared at them. Sure Jack was a pretty face and he looked damn good in his dove gray oxford button-down with rolled up sleeves, showing his lovely strong forearms. But those weren’t theirs to ogle. They were hers!
Wait.
No.
No. No. No…not hers.
She returned her attention back to the stage. Jack was settling in to his spot near the director who had also taken his seat after returning the microphone to the MC. Jack still looked a bit deflated. Before she knew what she was doing, Willow raised her fingers to her mouth and whistled then clapped with all her might. At the shrill sound he’d looked at her. Really looked at her.
With his attention on her she mouthed,
Break a leg
.
He gave her a sheepish grin, so at odds with the over confident man he was earlier that it caused her to smile back and give him two thumbs up. Willow could feel the eyes of a few of the panelists and the panel attendees glance at her and maybe some journalists were even jotting notes to find out who she was, but none of that mattered. Right then she was seventeen again and her Jack needed his number one fan—his best friend cheering him on from the front row.
The director talked more about the film and his dedication to keep true to the spirit of the original show while modernizing and updating some of its more hokey aspects— usual spiel people say when tackling a project with a dedicated, albeit small fan base. After a few more minutes they opened the floor up to questions.
The first flurry were mainly directed to Mr. St. John, the model-slash-starlet, and the award-winning dramatic actor they’d somehow nabbed to play the villainous alien warlord. Of its own accord—because Willow knew she didn’t consciously raise it—her hand popped into the air and she waited to be called on. She didn’t wait long.
“Willow Wisp from RetroGrade.com. Mr. Kendrick—”
“You can call me Jack,” he said, giving her a sexy little smirk. It made her feel equal parts warm and melty inside, and mad enough to wipe it off his face because he made her feel aroused.
“Jack, what’s it like to be cast as the lead in your first film?” I asked, knowing that it was one of the easiest questions I could’ve asked.
“Great.” His smiled widened to show his perfectly straight, brilliantly white teeth. Looks like he had some work done. “The whole
GoldStar
team has been very welcoming. I think we’re all very dedicated to see
GoldStar
and Ian’s vision get to the big screen. I know how important the
GoldStar
mythos is to fans and I’m going to try my best to make sure the fan base and newcomers will enjoy it.”
His gaze never wavered from mine and stayed locked with mine. It was like a pull—an honest-to-God physical force she’d always felt. At first she had thought it was the pull of friendship, best friends, but as she got older, Willow realized it was more and hoped—with her naïve teenage heart—it meant that they were soul mates.
Then finally during senior year, Jack had seen her. Really seen her for the first time which lead to graceless kisses, fumbling feels, and finally the loss of their virginities. A small pinch of pain, a few strokes, and he was done. Willow had giggled and kissed
“Finally, we had to find a man who could bring the gravitas and dry humor of the displaced Wild West Marshal Jedidiah Gold. We found him. Everyone let me introduce you to our new star, Jack Kendrick!” Ian boomed the last line and it seemed to echo through the room.
From the right, Jack stepped up onto the raised platform. He had his perfect Jack smiled with just a hint of mischief showing in his eyes and tousled hair. Then the smile faltered just a little and Willow began to realize that the overly enthusiastic, clap-happy crowd was only barely providing a smattering of applause for his grand entrance and official introduction. Looking around she could see a lot of disinterest in the crowd, but a few interest women. Willow instinctually glared at them. Sure Jack was a pretty face and he looked damn good in his dove gray oxford button-down with rolled up sleeves, showing his lovely strong forearms. But those weren’t theirs to ogle. They were hers!
Wait.
No.
No. No. No…not hers.
She returned her attention back to the stage. Jack was settling in to his spot near the director who had also taken his seat after returning the microphone to the MC. Jack still looked a bit deflated. Before she knew what she was doing, Willow raised her fingers to her mouth and whistled then clapped with all her might. At the shrill sound he’d looked at her. Really looked at her.
With his attention on her she mouthed,
Break a leg
.
He gave her a sheepish grin, so at odds with the over confident man he was earlier that it caused her to smile back and give him two thumbs up. Willow could feel the eyes of a few of the panelists and the panel attendees glance at her and maybe some journalists were even jotting notes to find out who she was, but none of that mattered. Right then she was seventeen again and her Jack needed his number one fan—his best friend cheering him on from the front row.
The director talked more about the film and his dedication to keep true to the spirit of the original show while modernizing and updating some of its more hokey aspects— usual spiel people say when tackling a project with a dedicated, albeit small fan base. After a few more minutes they opened the floor up to questions.
The first flurry were mainly directed to Mr. St. John, the model-slash-starlet, and the award-winning dramatic actor they’d somehow nabbed to play the villainous alien warlord. Of its own accord—because Willow knew she didn’t consciously raise it—her hand popped into the air and she waited to be called on. She didn’t wait long.
“Willow Wisp from RetroGrade.com. Mr. Kendrick—”
“You can call me Jack,” he said, giving her a sexy little smirk. It made her feel equal parts warm and melty inside, and mad enough to wipe it off his face because he made her feel aroused.
“Jack, what’s it like to be cast as the lead in your first film?” I asked, knowing that it was one of the easiest questions I could’ve asked.
“Great.” His smiled widened to show his perfectly straight, brilliantly white teeth. Looks like he had some work done. “The whole
GoldStar
team has been very welcoming. I think we’re all very dedicated to see
GoldStar
and Ian’s vision get to the big screen. I know how important the
GoldStar
mythos is to fans and I’m going to try my best to make sure the fan base and newcomers will enjoy it.”
His gaze never wavered from mine and stayed locked with mine. It was like a pull—an honest-to-God physical force she’d always felt. At first she had thought it was the pull of friendship, best friends, but as she got older, Willow realized it was more and hoped—with her naïve teenage heart—it meant that they were soul mates.
Then finally during senior year, Jack had seen her. Really seen her for the first time which lead to graceless kisses, fumbling feels, and finally the loss of their virginities. A small pinch of pain, a few strokes, and he was done. Willow had giggled and kissed
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