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hear about this. The deal was only finalized yesterday.’
David Tauber turned his dark gaze towards Eleanor.
‘Zach Mason and ILoxana Felix,’ he said.
Tom Goldman breathed in, sharply.
‘We have a screen test for Zach,’ Sam added, patting his briefcase. ‘He can realy act. I’ll run the tape for you.’ He leant forward, looking at Eleanor, the new kid on the block. This would be the coup de grace. ‘And we have also signed a new director - Fred Florescu.’
‘Does Fred want to work with Mason?’ Eleanor demanded, u’ying not to show how excited she was.
‘He asked Sam to hook him up with Zach,’ Mike Campbell said.
Eleanor shifted on her seat. She could feel the waves coming right out of Tom’s eyes and boring into the back of
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her neck - Do a deal! Now! Quick! Bffore they show this package to anyone else!
But although he was straining at the leash, she knew he wouldn’t override her. Not in her first meeting. Tom had appointed her president, and he’d let her make her own decisions. It was one of the reasons she Liked him so much .. was that the right word?
‘Sam, we’ll need to see that test. But Zach Mason with Fred Florescu sounds very strong.’ She didn’t care about the supermodel. Not unless she could act. Most of those clotheshorses had no idea what to do once they had to open their mouths. ‘And I think we can offer you a deal. But there is one condition.’
‘Name it.’ Kendrick was still leaning towards her. ‘Zach Mason’s a superstar.., in rock ‘n’ roll. But there’s nothing to say his appeal will hold for moviegoers. It didn’t even work for Madonna. Now I know you guys have got a lot of established talent for support, but this project needs one more dement. It’s crucial. And we won’t green-light anything without it.’
Eleanor nodded at Kevin Scott, completdy certain of what she was saying.
‘We need a dynamite script. Get me that, and we’re in business.’
Chapter 5
‘Honey, over here!’
Megan paused for a second, just a second, to catch her breath. She’d managed to get the order of three plates heaped with fried chicken, coleslaw and two pitchers of beer over to table six and set down without spilling it, even when the fat slob with acne had made a grab for her ass, cackling, and she’d had to swerve away. How could they eat mounds of fried chicken in the LA summer? Sweat beaded her forehead, making her fringe cling damply to her skin. Her thighs felt heavy and sticky, gross in the too short skirt. She’d put on twelve pounds since she started vorking here; at the end of the shift she was always too hungry and too exhausted to resist her free ‘Mr Chicken’ employee meal. Even though the mere thought of all that stale batter frying up in pools of grease made her nauseous. Jesus, she thought, when I get out of here I’m never going within ten miles of a piece of fried chicken for the rest of my life. iF i ever get out of here.
‘Honey, we need some service.’
‘I’ll be right there, guys,’ Megan called out, threading her way past the other waitresses towards table four, nearest the bar. Oh God, it was them again. The drivers. Worked for some Hollywood chauffeuring service and turned up here once a week with their seersucker suits and attitude, boasting to the other girls about what they’d said to Demi Moore last Tuesday or Tom Hanks on Friday.
‘OK, fellas, what’ll it be?’ she asked nervously..
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‘Two buckets, four ‘slaws and a pitcher,’ the scrawny one gabbled. Megan wrote furiously, trying to ignore the geek with the sideburns who was staring right up her skirt. She longed to slap him, but what could you do? It had taken her three weeks to find any kind of a gig. Even the waitressing slots were hotly contested in this town, and by wannabe actresses too, x x S-pound babes with legs that went on forever and eyelashes so long you could braid them. Overweight and over twenty-one usually meant
over and
David Tauber turned his dark gaze towards Eleanor.
‘Zach Mason and ILoxana Felix,’ he said.
Tom Goldman breathed in, sharply.
‘We have a screen test for Zach,’ Sam added, patting his briefcase. ‘He can realy act. I’ll run the tape for you.’ He leant forward, looking at Eleanor, the new kid on the block. This would be the coup de grace. ‘And we have also signed a new director - Fred Florescu.’
‘Does Fred want to work with Mason?’ Eleanor demanded, u’ying not to show how excited she was.
‘He asked Sam to hook him up with Zach,’ Mike Campbell said.
Eleanor shifted on her seat. She could feel the waves coming right out of Tom’s eyes and boring into the back of
54
her neck - Do a deal! Now! Quick! Bffore they show this package to anyone else!
But although he was straining at the leash, she knew he wouldn’t override her. Not in her first meeting. Tom had appointed her president, and he’d let her make her own decisions. It was one of the reasons she Liked him so much .. was that the right word?
‘Sam, we’ll need to see that test. But Zach Mason with Fred Florescu sounds very strong.’ She didn’t care about the supermodel. Not unless she could act. Most of those clotheshorses had no idea what to do once they had to open their mouths. ‘And I think we can offer you a deal. But there is one condition.’
‘Name it.’ Kendrick was still leaning towards her. ‘Zach Mason’s a superstar.., in rock ‘n’ roll. But there’s nothing to say his appeal will hold for moviegoers. It didn’t even work for Madonna. Now I know you guys have got a lot of established talent for support, but this project needs one more dement. It’s crucial. And we won’t green-light anything without it.’
Eleanor nodded at Kevin Scott, completdy certain of what she was saying.
‘We need a dynamite script. Get me that, and we’re in business.’
Chapter 5
‘Honey, over here!’
Megan paused for a second, just a second, to catch her breath. She’d managed to get the order of three plates heaped with fried chicken, coleslaw and two pitchers of beer over to table six and set down without spilling it, even when the fat slob with acne had made a grab for her ass, cackling, and she’d had to swerve away. How could they eat mounds of fried chicken in the LA summer? Sweat beaded her forehead, making her fringe cling damply to her skin. Her thighs felt heavy and sticky, gross in the too short skirt. She’d put on twelve pounds since she started vorking here; at the end of the shift she was always too hungry and too exhausted to resist her free ‘Mr Chicken’ employee meal. Even though the mere thought of all that stale batter frying up in pools of grease made her nauseous. Jesus, she thought, when I get out of here I’m never going within ten miles of a piece of fried chicken for the rest of my life. iF i ever get out of here.
‘Honey, we need some service.’
‘I’ll be right there, guys,’ Megan called out, threading her way past the other waitresses towards table four, nearest the bar. Oh God, it was them again. The drivers. Worked for some Hollywood chauffeuring service and turned up here once a week with their seersucker suits and attitude, boasting to the other girls about what they’d said to Demi Moore last Tuesday or Tom Hanks on Friday.
‘OK, fellas, what’ll it be?’ she asked nervously..
56
‘Two buckets, four ‘slaws and a pitcher,’ the scrawny one gabbled. Megan wrote furiously, trying to ignore the geek with the sideburns who was staring right up her skirt. She longed to slap him, but what could you do? It had taken her three weeks to find any kind of a gig. Even the waitressing slots were hotly contested in this town, and by wannabe actresses too, x x S-pound babes with legs that went on forever and eyelashes so long you could braid them. Overweight and over twenty-one usually meant
over and
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