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07. THE BLACK MARKET OF STARDOM
EMBER
I'd been sitting in a chair at the conference table for fifteen minutes, listening to Kevin and Michael discuss the different actresses they saw were fit for the role. Eric said he'd just stay and chat with Andrei at the snack booth while I "attended to my stardom." Attended to my stardom, my flat arse. I blew a stray blonde lock away from my face boredly.
"Actually, Mr Stradmore," Michael addressed Kevin, lacing his fingers together on the table. "I have quite the proposition for you."
Kevin raised an eyebrow and started fiddling with his pencil. "And that would be?"
I noticed Michael lean back into his chair. He smirked, "First I'd like to know about your upcoming production here. What would the scheduling be?"
Why the hell was he bringing that up? I'm actually really positive that had nothing to do with
project of Michael. If he could just stop going off topic, this could be over and I could get to cleaning up my room. Unconsciously, my eyebrows started to furrow.
"Well, it would be showing around three months from now, if that's what you mean -"
Michael chuckled. "Sorry - I meant the rehearsals in between now and then."
Michael was being strangely cryptic about this. I didn't like it. I was itching to break off a piece from my chair and hurl it at him like one chimpanzee did to me at the zoo, but I restrained myself. And believe me when I say it took every fibre in my body. But I couldn't just sit here when the bloke was being so unbelievably mysterious. Before Kevin could even begin elaborating, I (very gracefully, if I do say so myself) cut in.
"Excuse me, but what does that have anything to do with your project," I pause after getting both of their attention. "And more so, why am I here?"
Michael smiled at me like I was a child that stumbled on the playground. "Ms Rohn, I'm sure it's obvious by now that you are the one I'd like for my project."
Kevin snapped the pencil in half and the echo of breaking wood and shallow breaths were the only sounds left in the conference room for what seemed like eternity.
I stared incredulously at the man in the suit, curling my lip. "What? No-"
"Explain already, Michael - stop beating around the bush," Kevin managed to say. When I looked at him, a chill ran down my spine. His normally lax warm brown eyes were cold and unnerving as he stared Michael down, his jaw clenched and half a pencil left in his hand.
He looked like he was literally going to cut someone.
Michael nods, though seemingly unfazed by the cast director's change of demeanor. (He's probably used to pissing people off.) "The One Direction fanbase has been eerily quiet and honestly content with where the boys stand currently. This is a problem; not very major, but still a problem. My bosses don't like it when it seems their clients are fading in popularity - though, One Direction is anything but," he paused to take a breath. "Still, I must comply with what the board thinks is best-" he gestured to me "- That's where you come in."
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The Pretenders
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