Chapter VII (Heirs Of The Frontline)

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Manhattan Upper West Side, May 20th 2016

After hours of talking with Mr. Jacques I went home and started to make lunch.

Sam doesn't have a lunch break, well he has but it's on his job so he won't come home to lunch with me.

I'm trying a new recipe of pasta. Pasta with shrimp and mayo.

It's said that it tastes amazing.

I made a meal for two.

You're probably wondering why?

Well I love pasta, I know you're tired of me telling you that.

But pasta is love, pasta is life.

I don't even set the table, screw that I'll go eat in the couch watching E!.

I like to see the red carpet segment and know about the celebrities.

It seems like Ariana Grande is the new America's sweetheart.

She sings for the gods and is cute I have to admit.

But I don't see all the fuss about her.

She's a good singer but just a washed up Mariah Carey's wannabe.

Don't get me wrong, I love both of them.

But it's clear that Mariah Carey being an inspiration to Ariana Grande is more than that.

I liked her change, she was all cute and family friendly but now she unleashed from that image.

Now she's sexy and fierce. And that's how you make it in showbiz kids.

I can tell you from my experience.

Mr. Jacques is granting me a promising breakthrough and a great career.

Ugh, they're talking about the Kardashians.

I like them, they're beautiful but what's the fuss about them?

They're just some good piece of ass. Where's the talent, the craft?

They're pseudo celebrities to me, and that's giving them too much credit.

I'm thinking of going back to Mr. Piet's studio and do some more photoshoots.

I still have some money from that play.

My phone is buzzing, I look to the screen and is Mr. Jacques calling.

I answer it.

Elliott (on the phone) – Hello Mr. Jacques, how are you?

Elliott (on the phone) – Oh really, thank you for letting me know so soon.

Elliott (on the phone) – Yes, I can be there at 5 p.m.

Elliott (on the phone) – Okay let me just find some clothes.

Elliott (on the phone) – See you soon.

Oh my god, Mr. Jacques called me to tell me to do an audition.

I know you're thinking about how it's so soon.

But well when you're good, you get what you want really fast.

I hope the tv show genre isn't romance. I like terror, musical, comedy and drama.

I eat really fast.

I know it's too soon but I'm really anxious and I like to be punctual.

I don't like doing things on the last minute.

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