My College Baby

Wendy

Chapter 4

Wendy

I woke up a quarter after 9. Then it finally hit me, today was the day I'm leaving for college in the States. I was beyond excited and I was only an hour away from the set of the movie. Yes I got the role, and I'm so happy. San Jose is only about a half an hour away from LA so I don't really have to travel that far. College actually started on the 21st of next month,, but with the flight and unpacking, and also having to tour the set of the movie, I needed at least a few weeks or so to get settled.

"Honey I'm go to miss you so much, are you sure you don't want to stay here and go to Oxford or something? Something closer so I can actually see you?" My mom asked me on the way to the airport.

"San Jose is where I belong mom, and plus I have to be on set a lot too." I told her reassuringly.

"Don't do anything stupid, don't get arrested, or get drunk, or get pregnant, your going to be an actress you have to stay in good shape, you now have a reputation, and you need to keep it positive."

"You can trust me mom, I'll get a steady boyfriend, I already have a job, I'll make friends. I'll be fine, you don't need to worry so much." I said, just as we started to pull up to the airport.

"I love you Wendy, more than anything. I'll be lonely, but I know you made the right choice."

"I love you to mom, I'll call you when I land, and then again when I get to the college, and about a billion times after that. I'll see you soon, I promise." I told her, and with that, I grabbed my bags and headed into London Heathrow Airport.

The flight was long, really long. Too many hours to count, I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. I got my bags and headed off to the exit. Let me tell you one thing LAX is a very busy airport, even for midnight. I saw a driver that had a piece of white cardboard with my name on it. So I walked over to him.

"Are you Miss Ortiz?" the man asked, who had some sort of accent. Italian? French? Irish? Definitely European.

"Yes, I'm guessing your the driver the studios sent me for." I said.

"I am, my name is Peter Ericson."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Wendy Ortiz," I said putting out my hand for him to shake.

"Ah yes, Americas next superstar." Peter said, and with that we headed out for the limo.

He drove me off to a very tall and pretty hotel near downtown. I walked up to my room as he followed with all my luggage. It was very pretty room, with a glass chandelier, a huge bed the room was massive, and I was only going to be staying here for a few weeks,, a month at the most.

"Did they really need to give me such a fancy room? A Days Inn would have been just fine." I said to Peter.

"The studio wanted their new favorite girl to have the finest." Peter said with a small chuckle.

"Their new favorite girl? I'm an actress, not a princess. They're acting like I'm royalty or something." I said.

"Well I could see where that's coming from, you are in the most expensive hotel in LA." Peter said, then checked his watch, "ah, I better get going, see you tomorrow at 9 am sharp, I'll be waiting downstairs."

And with that, he left the room, and I was completely alone In Los Angeles, and boy was I terrified.

The next morning I woke up at 7 am took a shower. Then got dressed and did my hair and makeup.

I called for room service and about 20 minutes later they came up with my food. I thanked the man then went into the dining room/kitchen to eat.

By the time I had finished it was 8:50 so I grabbed my phone and purse and headed downstairs to wait for Peter. Two minutes later he pulled up and walked inside.

"Morning Miss Ortiz," he said.

"Good morning Peter." I said and we walked out to the limo.

He took me to what I'm assuming was the set. It was massive! I had only been in a few things and nothing ever looked like this!

He pulled up next to a building labeled "Building A" and got out and opened the door.

A man walked up to me, I recognized him from the audition.

"Welcome Wendy," he said, "welcome to your first day."