Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 2 - Auditions

I rush into "Kip Studios". Ready to finally live out my dreams. I was tired of being called just 'the dreamer' by my parents. Thats exactly what they were always on my case about. Maybe they did have high aspirations for me but we can't all own our own corporation and be filthy rich by age 23. I guess that's what they expected of me since they made my brother Daniel rich on his 23rd birthday by giving him rights to the company. Not to say they never offered it to me. Even on my graduation day from highschool. That's right at 18 years old. I refused to be a corporate monkey like Daniel. Or my parents. I did try though, at least once. I answered phones at headquarters for a week and after numerous calls of complaints and profanity...I was done. I went to work at Jeffery's diner with Kingsley and Murphy when I was 19. The rest is history. I was always the odd one out in the family. The only one that brought in less than 5,000 a week. Which is why I have a nifty little tattoo on my wrist that says 'Spacegirl'. I'm just different. When I left I told my parents that I will get this movie part in the new movie "Goodbye Aiden." Its about a girl named Jamie who loses her 5 year old son and learns to cope. Needless to say I'm auditioning for the role of Jamie. I tried to mature alittle by babysitting my nephews. That really only agitated my nerves instead of improve my acting. Nevertheless, I was going to walk in with confidence and try my best to get my dreams realized. I handed the desk clerk my audition tape and waited nervously to get called in. I sat nervously fidgeting with my fingers. Staring at my 'Spacegirl' tattoo until about an hour later I heard my name.

"Tessa Lott, the judge is ready to see you."

I jumpped up and walked calmly in the room and shut the door. Then my jaw dropped. The judge was Kenneth Collins. Grammy award winning, oscar nominated, and top charter Kenneth Collins. I still listened to 'pave me the rain' everyday and sung it in the shower at night. "To England And Back" was my favorite movie of all time. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on through a screen. He was even more gorgeous in person. He had black hair with very light strands of grey, pale blue eyes' a physique that made you just want to throw him on the coffee table and get everything over with, a strong jawline, and broad wide shoulders. I didnt have to wonder what was underneath his grey sweatshirt, cause he had bared it 'all' in "Jukes". My sitting down didnt go well, since my legs buckled right from under me from his sight. So I missed the chair by around two inches.

"Are you alright?" His beautiful british accent floated into my ears. A little bit of restrain from laughter mixed in.

"I'm fine, its okay." I scrambled to my feet quickly hoping he wouldnt see up my black pencil skirt. Then half of me hoped he would.

"Are you sure?" He tilted his head on the edge of his seat. Ready to willingly help me.

I calmy nodded and crossed my legs. I tried to stay focused when he kept staring at me with mystery swimming in his eyes. He picked up my tape and held it up.

"Now your tape, wasnt up to par, sweetie." He sighed.

Oh crap. I blew my chance. Again. Back to the sleepless nights, living with my parents, getting hit on by teenagers, and working at a low class diner for minimum wage. I started to just stand up and walk out before I got the stupid ass "Practice makes perfect" speech. Then Id just lose my dignity along with everything else. I contemplated it for a while, but when his mouth started moving again...and that british accent poured out. I stayed still. Who wouldnt?

"But, dear you are absolutely stunning. I want you to really, really stick around." He emphasized 'really' with a sly smirk. I almost passed out from cheek pain because I was smilng so hard. "I'd like to offer you a job, would you like to take it?"

HELL YES. HELL YES. HELL YES.

I cleared my throat to contain the excitement ready to jump out of me.

"That'll be great." my voice came out in a week rasp.

"Good, I'm looking for an assistant. To bring me coffee and food of that sort. Would you?"

"Ye...yes." I stuttered resisting to roll my eyes. A goddamn coffee assistant. A coffee assistant.

"Great!" He smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow beauty," He cooed. I could feel my face turning a deep pink from blushing so hard. I stood up and waved like an idiot over my shoulder on the way out. I peeked a little bit when I was leaving out the door to see if he was looking at me. Sure enough, he was.

Im not happy at all with the job title. I am happy however with who my boss is. I now work for the gorgeous Kenneth Collins. Who Hollywood refers to as a British sex bomb. The sexiest man of the year twice in a row. I couldnt understand for the life of my why he would call me, a average girl, stunning. He even called Halle Berry, 'sorta stunning' on television. So I look better than Halle Berry? As Kingsley would say, my ego was on 3000. But what would I do with a big celebrity? What would he do with me? But a more important thing to say is...

I wish I had never walked in that goddamn studio and met him.

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sorry this chapter is so short. Its more of kind of an introductory thing.