DON'T LET ME GO

chapter 2

In bussiness terms she was the future me, 23 years old and already named queen of showbiz. you couldnt possibly drive somewhere, anywhere in the country, without seeing one or two of her billboards, you turn on the radio you hear her songs, you browse through your tv chanels and there must be one or two interviews of hers, a movie or an ad. The girl was on fire and i knew she was the one to keep an eye on if i want to get to the throne.

It was short after i came back from my summer vacation, one week in the middle of the Mediterranian with a bunch of L.A rich kids. My brain isn't adjusted to waking up at a normal hour yet and last night party didnt help... i was in and out of sleep when my phone started ringing nonstop by the fourth call i was almost certain it was my mom... sugar coating the "i want money" call by being extra worried and missing her first child.

- WHAT?

- Who's your daddy huh! who's your fucking daddy?

His voice is so annoying, so deep and loud and he think he's so cool, worst yet i have to keep up with the voice and the almost midlife crisis of trying to be cool but failing miserably.

- Fuck Eddy i'm sleeping.

-Ain't no time to fucking sleep, daddy has news for you.

- Seriously stop calling yourself daddy Edward it's weird.

- Okay i'm the fucking godfather, you have your fucking life altering day on monday and girl you will bring it home.

- Who's coming home?

- The movie you are auditioning for in two days, directed by ( he poses for dramatic effect)... THE Michael Wright himself, it is so big that we don't even know what the fuck you'll be auditioning for and you gonna be it, her, whaterver the fuck you have to be.

Needless to say how much i screamed and jumped and slaped myself infront of the mirror to make sure i am not still stoned from the amount of crap i consumed the night before. Anything that Michael Wright put his hands on turn into gold, into an Oscar nomination and i have to get that Oscar. It's my way to get to the throne of Hollywood showbiz.