(This story was on www.max-dan-wiz.com but I moved it here so I could start a different story there instead.)
Getting passed security is never easy. But as long as you have the balance and strength to climb up a metal pipe attached to a very tall building in the way back, you should be fine... -ish. Well from there on after. Only because you made it that far..
When I got up to the window near the top, I noticed it was partially open. I peered through to see a dim lit hallway with cords streaming all over the gray, concrete floor. Some hidden beneath long, gray, fuzzy rugs. There were several racks on wheels clustered with clothes on hangers, lined up against the walls.
I pushed the window up more and climbed through, my wet, black converse making a squishy/slap sound as I fell on the floor. I wiped my wet hands on my shredded, black skinny jeans and looked around.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" A small, short lady with short brown hair and stressed blue eyes yelled at me. I looked at her in surprise and shrugged, not knowing what else to do. I really hadn't thought out my plan from here on after.
"Take Rack 1 to Mister Richard Adamson's dressing room!" She yelled again. "I don't pay you to look stupid!" The normal me would've just glared at her and yelled something back, but when I heard the name Richard Adamson, I smiled and nodded. I took ahold of the rack and started pushing it down the hallway, passing doors with big, shiny gold stars that sparkled when the light hit them. They had names all over them, and I looked at each one until I saw his.
Finally. I was finally going to meet him. Him being Richard Adamson - world famous actor with a big attitude. But that didn't matter to me. Attitudes were what I dealt with every day of my 10th grade life.
I knocked on the door and waited for him to say something, but he didn't. I knocked a little louder. Still nothing. This time I pounded on the door and it swung open. A guy with sandy blond hair and pretty blue eyes glared down at me. He looked really young for being around the age of 35
I smiled, but he glared in return.
"Um, hi." I said nervously. "I brought your.. costumes? For the movie..?" He stepped out of the way with a look of irritation and gestured for me to wheel it in. I shrugged and pushed the cart in and turned back to face him. He looked angry that I'd interrupted him in the process of apparently watching t.v. and he looked like he just wanted me gone.
"Hi." I said. "I'm Lynnee." Now he looked even more irritated.
"Great." He muttered. "Now leave."
"But I can't yet." I said. Now he made eye-contact.
"Excuse me?" he said. "I can call security." He pulled out his cell phone but I took it away quickly.
"You can't yet!" I said. "You have to listen to me first." He glared at me as his face turned red with anger.
"I'm Lynnee." I said. "You used to date my mom about 16 years ago and bailed after a year." This seemed to spark some interest.
"Well.. You never knew it but my mom had me a while after you left." I explained shortly. "You just didn't know about me. Like, at all."
Richard stared at me with confusion and a little less anger.
"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked. "Because if so, I've heard it before."
"No.." I said, seeming slightly disappointed that he hadn't seemed to care too much. "I can call her if you want."
"What did you say your name was?" He asked, ignoring my statement.
