A 16 year old cocaine addict seizes the opportunity of a lifetime , but nothing in life comes without a cost.
Stephanie "Stevie" Costa- Barbara Palvin
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Tonight was the night Rumblefish premiered worldwide at the New York Film Festival. Stevie , not in the mood to play nice, grabbed her infamous leather jacket, pairing it with tight leather pants. She only had on a skimpy bra underneath the jacket, baring her Panther tattoo and knife scar for the world to see. Her makeup stylist Sydney drew on some black gel eyeliner to bring out Stevie's eyes before ruffling her hair. "You look fabulous!", she said. "You're gonna cause a scene in that outfit.....make them weep.", she encouraged Stevie. "Will do....thanks Syd.". Stevie hugged her friend tightly before heading off to the car. She was only spending the night and next day for the premiere, and then she was back to Utah. She waited in the car as it drove to the destination. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she waited for another fantastic premiere to take place. Flashdance had been successful so she didn't see why this movie could be a failure.
She soon stepped out of the car , smirking at the gawking expressions of the photographers and her agent. "What do you think you're doing?", she asked Stevie. "My job.", Stevie smirked as she walked towards the red carpet. Her scar was out for everyone to see which normally would cause people to be scared, but Stevie embraced it. It was a sign of power to her. She held her head high, her shoulders back as she made her way to the red carpet and began posing for the photographers. She made coy expressions, allowing them to capture her face and tell her what to do. She saw Matt out of the corner of her eye stare at her, which only encouraged her behavior. She turned her torso to face him, but her head faced the photographers still as she pursed her lips, hollowing her cheekbones. Shadows were cast from the different lights, her jawline and cheekbones sticking out. Her eyes gleamed as she finally turned to face Matt. "Well? Ya gonna join me? We do need pictures after all!", she teased , smirking at him condescendingly. Matt ran a hand through his hair and was able to play it off as a joke in front of the photographers, very good at hiding his thoughts to most. Stevie could see plain as day he was pissed , which made her hug him to her side tightly. "Smile.", she said through a wide grin. "I'm gonna kill you later.", he said through clenched teeth. "Try me baby boy.", she said after a few more flashes. She winked at him before strutting away, letting him stare at her tight pants.
She made her way towards a seat in the outdoor area, sitting in one of the chairs happily. That is until she heard a cough next to her. She looked over and saw none other than Nicolas Cage. "Miss me?", he asked her with a laugh. "I'd rather be back at Sunday Mass than hear you breathe.", Stevie snarled. "I wouldn't hit me here sweetheart, or else you're gonna get blacklisted.", he teased. Stevie gathered all the saliva she could in her mouth before hacking up spit and launching it into his eyes. "AGH! The hell is wrong with you?!", he growled. "Lots of things.", Stevie grinned and turned to watch the giant projector screen in satisfaction. "Goddaddy Coppola still handing out roles to other people instead of you?", she teased. "You still a whore...street rat?", Nick smirked smugly. Stevie slowly turned to face the 19 year old, death in her eyes. "If I were you, I wouldn't run my mouth. Cuz I can make your life hell.", she growled. "Yeah? Hitting me didn't work so now what?", he laughed. Without hesitation, she grabbed his finger and began to bend it back until a loud cracking sound was heard. "AGHHH! ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OW!", Nick was sure she'd broken the bone at this point. Stevie smiled softly and watched as her character appeared in the screen.
At the end, she was surprised when no one liked the movie. Boos were heard and some yelling directed at Coppola's direction. "Why are they yelling?", she asked herself after standing. "It's because they don't understand art.", Francis said to her. She turned to see the director looking amused. "They'll understand it years later, right now they're too dumb to understand the main message.", he smirked. Stevie felt a little badly for her first ever mentor and gently patted his back. "If it helps, I think it's a good product.", she encouraged. "You're a good kid Costa...keep up the good work.", he smiled her way. She walked away, dismissing the cat calls she got on her outfit from nearby attendees. She went to head down the curb when one grabbed at her making her face him. "GET AWFF!", she yelled, grabbing the man's collar and punching him hard in the face. He yelled in agony as paparazzis snapped photos of the attack. She walked away angrily, wanting to be left alone. "Fucking asshole.", she mumbled to herself. She noticed Matt talking with Diane again and walked by them, running a hand through her hair. "Stevie!", Matt called. "What?!", Stevie asked. "You remember Diane?", he asked with a smug smile. She cocked her brow challengingly. "Sure.", she mused. "Just wanted you two to meet each other.", he explained. Stevie walked over , standing a few inches taller than the other woman. "Hi Stevie. I like your work so far.", Diane smiled at her, offering a hand. Stevie looked at her with a dangerous expression, not shaking her hand in return. "Yeah?...so you're the chick Matt can't get over.". She replied smoothly. "Lemme tell you this sweetheart.", Stevie began. "Boys like him won't ever commit to a woman like you, they'll go for anything that spreads their legs. Do yourself a favor and hop off his dick.", Stevie smirked at Matt near the end before walking away, lighting up a cigarette as she strut on the sidewalk.
