A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

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Charlotte Evans

Being a star in Hollywood at the moment, means I have all eyes on me. And all eyes on me, means I have to stay exceptionally and out of this world perfect.
Tabloids are always on the lookout for new gossip, fans always looking for new differences in my appearance, and the people that hate me. Well, they always have their eyes on me no matter what I do. So it doesn't matter what I do I have to look my best, appearance and action wise.

And that's pretty much what I live off of.

The applause. The acceptance.

I've always had perfect grades growing up.
I always held a perfect image of myself because truly I didn't want anyone else to know what was going on.

But the reason for it was to please my horrible parents. It was like whatever I did, I could never please them.

Especially my mother.

She was like my worst enemy growing up. She was a constant reminder to me that I could never be the perfect daughter she wanted me to be. Her constant remarks on how I was ugly, dumb, stupid, and untalented I was. So she forced me to do every possible thing that any other Asian mom there would force her child to do.

Play piano.

I loved playing piano, I really did. It was a newfound talent I never knew I had, until it became some kind of competitive sport for her. And my dad played along every step of the way. And you could only imagine their faces when I told them I wanted to pursue a career in acting or modeling instead of being a doctor or lawyer.

Then once I turned into a teenager, that's when I noticed things weren't so perfect, and neither was my appearance. So me being me, I started looking at everyone around me. Observing and watching what everyone wore, and how they were doing it. And thanks to myself, I gave myself a makeover. Boosting my self esteem all over again and giving me a new start.

And that's when I met my best friend Lena, who said I didn't need to change, but I think it was for the best. Either way she's been there with me every step of the process. She's seen me at my worst and at my best and has still never left. But of course I didn't listen, my appearance set me up for something new.

This new start sent me to a modeling agency.

As I gained experience in the field, I then started getting with producers of movies who absolutely loved not just my face, but the way I used it. Everything just seemed perfect. So that's when I started getting into acting.

Of course I wasn't perfect at first.

I'd taken many, many, classes my agency had recommended once I first started. I starred in short films, played assembles, and small side characters.

After all of those short, small budget, poorly executed movies I was sick and tired. It had felt like centuries before I would get my 'big break' and I wasn't sure I could wait any longer.

I almost gave up acting. I was on my last leg.

That's wasn't until I met-

"Charlotte." My assistant Jessy speaks up. I lifted my head up to look at her, forgetting I was in a conference.

Jessy is my manager who started out as my assistant. She is a bit of a pain in the butt but she's truly always been there for me. Even when I was being fed horribly written scripts, and the biggest part I ever got was the side character who got two lines then died. That's why she's like my, what would you call it?

I'm actually not even sure, but she's always been here, even when I had nothing, and she's still with me, now that I have practically everything. I consider her my friend, but I don't even think she knows that herself.