The Assistant - timothée chalamet

PART 1

"ANNIE WHERES MY COFFEE"
my hands were shaking, because i had already drunk way to much coffee that morning. i was assisting one of the biggest directors in new york. and it was the best job ever, most of the time. i've been working here for 2 years trying to direct my own movie but it's a long process so i don't mind doing this for another few years til i finally land a directing job for myself.

i've been living here since i was 11 and then we moved back to LA but i never found myself there so i came back when i was 20 to start film school i'm 22 now and it's not always been ideal but i kinda love it here.

Dion Wood was a french movie director who moved to new york and pursued a career in directing and writing, sounded easy until i ended up here with no movies directed. she was my literal idol and i was so happy to be working for her!

"so today Giavanna, we are auditioning the boys for the role of laurent"
she was directing a french romance, oh how classy. i wish my life was a french romance, i could only dream. 

87 boys showed all, all super lanky, all super handsome but there was all something missing for Dion.

"we're never gonna find anyone" carl (our casting director) sighed pouring himself his 4th cup of black coffee.

"what about Finley, he was cute" Dion thought
"or Larry"
"or Oliver"
"or....wait"
"i have a cousin who's son does acting"
"Dion, oh i don't know we should just decide today plus this cousins son could be horrible and"
"Carl, stop stressing, last i checked he's doing really well and he's been in some pretty good movies"
"What's his name"
"Timothée"
my stomach turned, i remember my first month of working here, i was still kinda homeless and i lived with dion until my sister moved back to the city, because i simply couldn't afford an apparent on my own she let me stay with her, i had my own room, it was the best.

ANYWAYS, the second week of living there she had her COUSIN AND HER SON OVER, and me and timothée really really got along, then they left and he never got in touch with me again and i've not trusted anyone since. joking but i guess it's kinda hurt because, we talked, we had sex and he left. very classy.

"annie? annie? ANNIE" she pinched me.

"what oh i'm so sorry" i was day dreaming.

"so what do u think?" carl exclamated

"it's doesn't matter what i think"

"well i think it's a wonderful idea, he can stay with me"

oh boy this'll be fun.