Not Like The Movies

Chapter Four

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, and stretch. Do you know how good it feels to get the final exam or interview (or in my case, audition) you were stressing over all month OFF YOUR BACK? I should tell you, it feels GOOD. I feel so amazingly refreshed from a good night's sleep! Obviously, I don't stress over whether or not I get the role, just the audition itself. My philosophy is that if you tried your best, and done all that you've could, just let fate work out the rest. Really, is stressing over your score on a test magically help your grade rise? Probably not. So that's why I have no worries right now. Then something occurs to me.

Oh my God. The results are coming today! YAY!! I'm so excited! After being in this business for five years (yes, I was a tween star), I have learned not to get nervous for the results. Unfortunately, I have no idea when they're sending out the notification, but I'm carrying around my iPhone 5s just in case. Meanwhile, I'm going shopping (we'll see if it's to celebrate or to cheer myself up).

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I drive to the nearest mall, because even if I'm a movie star, I try to blend in with everyday, reasonably priced clothes and accessories. And because honestly, all that Marc Jacobs and Christian Louboutin just don't appeal to me, as stunning and pricey as it is. I know. You don't normally see movie stars in mall-bought clothing, but I do wear Diane von Furstenberg and Vera Wang to movie premieres and events like that. Really, being a movie star is great for the mall, because a) there are actually tons of super cute tops and accessories there, b) if you're seen, well, you generate more publicity for the mall, and c) you are loaded, so you really don't have to worry about prices. And if you're really picky, there's always Neiman Marcus!

So I go to Aeropostale, because isn't that where all the teenagers shop these days? I pick out a gorgeous, low-cut crop top with a big, silly cartoon sun on it. The sun has the words "You're my sunshine!" on it. Ah, I love shirts like these with understated slogans that you can layer on top of your favorite cami so you don't feel too exposed (these are my "normal teenager" thoughts, movie star me would be like,"The racier the better!"; I swear, I have multiple personas!). That's all I get for today, even though I spot a couple of adorable, kitten soft scarves in the corner. I seriously need some food in me! I pay for my purchase, a solid $20, and head out, planning to go to the Panda Express on the corner.

All of a suddens, my phone vibrates. That must be the notification! I scramble around inside my Prada hobo bag (I splurged on this one, nothing wrong with a little quality for your everyday usage!) for my phone. I hastily unlock my iPhone, to see if I got the part I've been yearning for for the past month, ever since I read through the script. My hands quavered as I read through the email:

Dear Ms. Moretti,

After interviewing several candidates (one of them being you), and having them in for auditions, the crew and I have decided on the actress for the role of the female protaganist, Layla. We feel that YOU would make a very good representation of her character, and fit the part. You are our first choice, Ms. Moretti, and I sincerely hope you are up for the part. Please contact me or Mr. Yellz if you are interested.

Lily Moringue

Casting Director of Jonny Yellz's film My Heart. . . Broken

For a moment I am stunned, not believing what I'm reading. I blink twice, and rapidly reread the final two lines of the message. Then I shout,"Thank you, God!" in exuberance, because of course I'm going to celebrate getting a role in a movie my idol is directing. As I do this, I'm ignoring both the stares directed at me from the people browsing through the mall and the fact that I don't believe in God. I do an internal (actually, I'm pretty sure I began dancing externally too) happy dance, smiling stupidly at everyone. Unfortunately, the attention I'm attracting allows someone to recognize me.

"Hi, I'm Raymond, and aren't you the movie star Bianca Moretti?"

Damn. In my excitement, I had forgotten to put my sunglasses on!

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I know the last chapter didn't get as many votes as @PinkDoggie would have liked (I would have liked it VERY MUCH too!), but I decided to update anyway! That's how nice I am!
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