Stay | Eminem

Chapter 9

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In hurry, I ran out of the building. I had no freaking clue where I was, I've been at LA only once before so I asked the receptionist to call me a cab. Two minutes later I was set in the nice car. I told the driver to give me a ride to the nearest Starbucks.

On my way there I told Shawn everything that happened between me and Marshall. I knew that I sounded like a pathetic pushover but I didn't care, he hurt me badly, not once. Cab driver was clearly very interested in my story which I realized since he couldn't stop watching me in the rearview mirror. It was creepy as hell. I doubt the nearest Starbucks was twenty minutes away but the driver apparently decided to hear the end of the story. I quickly paid and walked towards the Starbucks. I picked my favorite mocha frappuccino with dark chocolate and sat at the small table in the corner. I watched the traffic over the window and spoke on the phone with Shawn.

"Don't you get it Shawn?! He's crazy, fucking lunatic, mental case!" I tried not to be loud considering the fact that I was in coffee shop surrounded by dozens of people.

"Aye you overreacting! I would flip out too if I saw my girl buggin' on ma phone!"

"Ugh Shawn, you're soooo stupid! I'm coming back home right now! How much could coast a plane ticket from LA to D?"

"I don't fuckin' know don't act like a motherfucker, go fuckin' talk that's what civilized people do! You ain't gonna fly back to D, I just started having fun!" That asshole!

"I just know you miss me so muuuch!" I made a kiss sound.

"Honesly? Not so much."

"Fuck you!" I exclaimed.

"I love you too!" He chuckled. "Listen, just go back to hotel, put the shit on the table, solve the fuckin' problem and everyone's happy, aight?" Suddenly, I saw a well dressed man with round glasses in grey suit walking towards me. He smiled warmly but I looked at the other direction quickly. He was bald and on the first look, he seemed kinda nervous but still had a very welcoming face with soft green eyes. He held a green cartoon cup of coffie. He took a quick sip before he sat at the chair in front of me. I raised my eyebrow.

"Look Shawn, I gotta go. I'll call you back!" I said and quickly hang up.

"Hi, I'm Mr Soderbergh, but you can call me Steve. I'm American film producer, director, screenwriter, cinematographer and editor. Here's my visit card." He pulled it out from the pocket of his tux. "Would you mind if we talk for a moment? It won't take long, I promise." He asked with a smile.

"No?" I said but it more sounded like a question.

"Thank you, miss?"

"Blackburn. Sarah Blackburn." I shook his hand.

"Alright, miss Blackburn. It's nice to meet you." I smiled. "So, recently I began working on this big project with my colleagues. We're looking for new, young and talented faces interested for new experience. It's basically about a movie based on a book. I was watching you since the minute you left that cab and you seem like a perfect description of the girl from the book. Unfortunately, you're late for the audition for the main female character but the good thing is that we haven't found anyone that completely accomplishes all the standards so I'm more than happy to invite you to join us on the date for audition for male roles. If you're interested, you will come an hour before the audition starts and you will have a talk with judges." I stared at him with wide eyes, completely in daze of what this man was saying. "I know this may seem as a shock to you and I know that it's on short notice but please consider this. You have very beautiful extraordinary face and as it seemed, pretty wild character." I cracked a smile. "So, here's your copy." He pulled out a book from his briefcase. "Everything's written inside, I want you to carefully read it until friday. When you're done, give me a call. The male audition is in 11 days so get ready, all the details are written inside so don't worry. I'm in big hurry right now so I have to go. It was a pleasure of meeting you, I hope I'll see you soon." He said and shook my hand once again. Has someone paid him to do a freaking prank?