I let Michael know I have to fly out to L.A. for a movie meeting, and I head up to my room. The elevator door is about to close when a hand is stops it. I look up, and it's the guy that I presented. The one who talks in monotone. What was his name? I need to get better with names. Harry I think he said, or was it Harold?
"Early night?" he asks as he is about to press the floor number. He looks at the one I pressed, and he smiles. "Same floor." he looks over at me.
"Apparently." my tone is clipped. It's not that I don't want to talk with him, it's just that I'm not in the mood.
"How long have you been acting?" He gets closer to me.
"I've been acting for four years now." I smile.
"How many movies have you done?"
"About four, five, if I can close a deal tomorrow." I really hope I do. I heard that Chris Evans is going to be in it, I've worked with him before, so I do hope I get to work with him again.
"How much do you get paid a movie?" What is this? Twenty questions?
"Well it depends on how it does in the box office." Why is this elevator taking its' sweet time?
"Well how much have you made?" The elevator stops, but it's not our floor.
"I've made a million per movie." I smile.
"Wow. That's nice. Any modeling deals?" he moves closer to me. Why does he want to know so much about me?
"Yes, I have two.. one for Versace, and another for Alexander McQueen."
"And how much are those for?"
"Look, I'm not asking you how much you make, so please don't ask me how much I make. One it's rude, and two it shouldn't concern you." I snap. He steps back, and nods. "Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's just."
"It's been a long night, I know." he smiles, and pats me on the back as the elevator stops on our floor.
I step out, and rush down to my suite. Thankfully Joyce packed most of my things, all I have to do it change, and pack this dress and I'm done. I change out of my dress, and into a pair of black joggers, with my sweatshirt that says hangover in white letters, though I'm not. I need shoes, and I'm pretty sure I packed my Nikes, but I can't find them.
"Are you done?" Angie walks in, and I have flipped my suitcase upside down. "Bella, we're going to miss the damn flight. What can't you find?" she kneels next to me.
"My Nikes." I say as I start to put my shoes back in the case.
"Here." she hands me my shoes, and shakes her head. "How did you not see them?" I shrug and quickly finish getting ready.
****
"Ok Bella, this is a huge movie role, if you land this role. Well shit if you land this role your career will be made." she says as we walk into the Universal offices.
"I know. That's why wore my best clothes, and I actually read the script on the plane." I grin.
"Isabella Lopez is here to speak with director Michael Hoffman." Angie is the first to speak.
"Ah yes. Miss. Lopez welcome. Please go down this hallway, and into the room on the left." the receptionist says, then goes back to what she was doing.
Both Angie and I walk in, and everyone is already in the room. I look over at Angie. I thought she said we were twenty minutes early? Everyone is looking at us, and Chris is the first to get up.
