A Taste of Hollywood

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I look down at my map and start walking in the right direction. I come to the right place - but it's an alley.

The map says to go forwards and to open the door on the bottom right brick. Whatever that means.

When I reach the end of the alley, I crouch down and press on the bottom right brick. A door opens and I enter.

"Oh, wow," I gasp as I enter a round meeting room with a table with two chairs on either side. There was a filing cabinet and a mini-fridge. But that was it.

"Go ahead and sit down," a voice called.

I sat down in one of the chairs. A minute later, he pops his head out from behind a curtain. "You're Heather, right?" He wants to know.

I nod.

He comes and sits across from me. He tells me his name and shakes my hand.

"So, what are you planning to do? What types of acting jobs are you interested in?" He asks. "Oh, well, I'm more of a model," I say. "I'd rather be in commercials demonstrating clothes or modeling shoes or watches."

He nods.

"I also-"

"Are you thirsty?"

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Um... Sure, I guess I could-"

"Great!" He jumps up and goes to the mini-fridge. He opens the door and pulls out two wine glasses... Filled with red liquid.

They're filled and ready for serving... Almost as if he planned this. Did he? I guess he could have.

He hands me one and sets the other in front of him. But he doesn't drink. He just watches me.

"Um, I love fashion and design things m-"

"I thought you were thirsty."

"Well... I am."

"Than why aren't you drinking?"

I raise my eyebrows, but pick up the drink and sip it. It stings my tongue and tastes TERRIBLE, but I don't say anything because he was kind enough to prepare it for me.

I continue, but he urges me to finishes it. I choke the rest of it down and prepare to keep talking, but suddenly my head hurts terribly... And I can't stop shaking...

"Terribly sorry to do this to you, Heather," he says. "But... What's got to be done has to be done."

And then everything went black.