Dancing with the Stars

Chapter 20

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Cesare Pavese

Kendall blending in.

It was called the Celebrity Party. It was the party of the year in Los Angeles. Where normal folks can mingle with the Hollywood Stars. It was held at the Beverly Hotel. George's wife Betty was a wonderful hostess. Betty was a perfectionism and it show in every aspect of the way in which she handles herself. She was the one who was putting it together. Her parties were the talk of the town. All the stars would be there. All the Who Who's people in Los Angeles would be there. Kendall knew them. He parties with the best of them. The lovely ladies. Betty and her friends Nancy, Mia, and Deloris.

The lovely Marylin, Liz, Audrey, Grace, and Marisa. Camilla and her friends Janas, Francis and Lulu. Kendall's friend Frank and Bob. George's close friends Ron, Matt, and John. They would be there. The up and coming producers Nate and Ed. Actors Dan, AL, Charles, and Sam. They would all be there at the Celebrity Party and so would Kendall. He just got off work and was meeting up with Mr. Anderson to confirm him going to the upcoming party. Not anyone could go, you had to be invited. Betty was the one who mailed out the Invitations. Kendall just received his this morning. The invitation was elaborately done in black and gold script. Beautifully done just like Betty herself.

Kendall pulled up to a tailor shop. It was nondescript just like him. No one knew what went on in the back. He parks his Chevy Chevelle on the street in front of the shop. Kendall enters the tailor shop. Hi Warren, is Mr. Anderson here? I have a meeting with him. Said Kendall. Oh yes, he's in the back. Reply Warren. Kendall walks to the back of the storage and press a button behind the shelf. A door slid open, and Kendall quietly slip through. He found Mr. Anderson quietly talking to another agent. Mr. Anderson glance up and notice Kendall. He shook hands and the man left. Kendall come, Mr. Anderson motion him to his desk. Sit he pointed to a chair in front of his desk. He asked, how are things going. Kendall replied and told him what he was doing and how he had gotten closed to George, Bob and Frank. They also talk about the upcoming Celebrity Party. Mr. Anderson listen and then ask Kendall a question. Kendall became silence, he paused when Mr. Anderson asked him that question. Why? Kendall asked. Am I not good at what I do? Kendall reply.

Yes, yes, reply Mr. Anderson, but there is so much more that you can do if you were married. You would blend in more. Beside you are far past the marry age. Who will marry an old guy, asked Mr. Anderson? Old, Kendall reply, I'm only 32, I'm in my prime. Yes said Mr. Anderson, but you need to blend in more. I suggest you get married. Said Mr. Anderson. I don't want to get married, said Kendall. Who am I supposed to marry? asked Kendall. It was just a suggestion, said Mr. Anderson. Something you should think about. Said Mr. Anderson. He handed him a piece of paper. I need you to check this out. Find out what going on at this research facility. Said Mr. Anderson. He pointed to the paper. This is the lead researcher maybe she will go out with you to the Celebrity Party. If you can't get her to talk about what's going on there, then marry the damn girl. Mr. Anderson glare at him. Mr. Anderson said. You know Kendall sometimes you can stand out like a sore thumb. Kendall folds the paper and put it inside his suit jacket. They talk some more, then Kendall left the way he came in. Tomorrow Kendall will go to the research faculty and meet this girl. Hopefully she wasn't his type. He needed to be unemotional at best. Kendall exits the shop. It was quiet on the street. Just the way he like it. He got in his Chevy Chevelle and drove away. question. Kendall became silence, he paused when Mr. Anderson asked him that question. Why? Kendall asked. Am I not good at what I do? Kendall reply.

Yes, yes, reply Mr. Anderson, but there is so much more that you can do if you were married. You would blend in more. Beside you are far past the marry age. Who will marry an old guy, asked Mr. Anderson? Old, Kendall reply, I'm only 32, I'm in my prime. Yes said Mr. Anderson, but you need to blend in more. I suggest you get married. Said Mr. Anderson. I don't want to get married, said Kendall. Who am I supposed to marry? asked Kendall. It was just a suggestion, said Mr. Anderson. Something you should think about. Said Mr. Anderson. He handed him a piece of paper. I need you to check this out. Find out what going on at this research facility. Said Mr. Anderson. He pointed to the paper. This is the lead researcher maybe she will go out with you to the Celebrity Party. If you can't get her to talk about what's going on there, then marry the damn girl. Mr. Anderson glare at him. Mr. Anderson said. You know Kendall sometimes you can stand out like a sore thumb. Kendall folds the paper and put it inside his suit jacket. They talk some more, then Kendall left the way he came in. Tomorrow Kendall will go to the research faculty and meet this girl. Hopefully she wasn't his type. He needed to be unemotional at best. Kendall exits the shop. It was quiet on the street. Just the way he like it. He got in his Chevy Chevelle and drove away.