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It had taken me all night to pack my things. Zach and Daisy were clingy, bombarding me with so many questions that the first hour was spent answering them. “Which film are you auditioning for?”“Why didn’t you tell us?”“Does it make us less siblings that we have different fathers?”“Please don’t go. We’ll convince Dad in the morning.” I answered honestly since there was no point in hiding anything now. Eventually, they understood I had to leave. They helped me pack my essentials…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- “Sam, this is my final selection,” Randal said, handing the list to the producer when they were alone in the room. “What do you think?” “I knew you’d include that Noah kid,” Samuel crowed. “What’s the deal? Is he sleeping with you, or do you want to sleep with him? Is that why you’re so insistent on him?” Randal, having grown a thick skin after years in Hollywood, simply rolled his eyes. “Imagine if we were auditioning for Emmeline and the girl took off her shirt. Would you…
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- “You’re lucky to even be considered for this role,” Paige said over the phone. “Of course,” I replied with exaggerated sadness. “Why would they consider this poor nobody?” “Don’t take it the wrong way,” Paige quickly explained. “I’m not doubting you. It’s just that the number of superstars they considered, and who turned it down, is too many to count.” “It says a lot about the quality of the film that so many superstars passed on it,” I joked. “True,” Paige…
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- I looked at my childhood home, where I’d spent most of my life. I hadn’t realized until now how strange it would feel, knowing Dad had already sold the property to someone else, and was a tenant in his own home. “You don’t have to sell it,” I said to my father, who stood beside me. “I can loan you some money, and you can—” “And I can keep an old, run-down, ugly house for sentiments that no one cares about but you?” he asked rhetorically. “No, thanks. And I told you last time…
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- Daryl looked up at me with innocent eyes, her naked form sprawled under me. All her shyness had left her since it was just the two of us. Her hands roamed all over my skin, feeling the contours gained through years of hard work. “How are you so…” She trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. “So?” I prodded gently. “Well built. I’ve seen men before, but you’re on another level entirely. It’s like…you’re not even human.” I laughed at that, then hugged her body…
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- “You don’t know what you want to be,” Michelle said bluntly, looking straight into my eyes. “What… exactly do you mean by that?” I asked hesitantly. She gave me a serious look. “This is just my opinion, so take it with a pinch of salt, okay?” I nodded. “You’re an actor, a writer, a director, a producer, a model, and a professional athlete.” “I’m not a professional athlete anymore,” I argued. “Neither a model.” “Yet you train every day for hours,” she…
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- “Okay, where do you want to go?” I asked, my hands resting on the wheels of the Porsche 928 as I drove at a relatively slow speed for practical reasons. “I don’t know, Josh. I haven’t given it a lot of thought,” Daryl said from the passenger seat before turning around at the sound of a honk. “Oh, shit! Here he comes,” she whispered exasperatedly. “Here who comes?” asked Ron from behind me, turning to look out the back window. “My manager,” Daryl replied casually, as if…
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- I peeked into the dining room a little carefully, hoping to spot a certain someone. Inside, I wasn't sure whether I wanted her to be there or not. I wanted her there because she was a beautiful girl who had just taken my virginity, and I didn't want her there because the whole thing felt a little awkward. Not to mention, I knew she'd want money. Something I hadn't planned properly in the heat of the moment when I called her last night. I walked forward wearing a skin-tight T-shirt and jeans, my hands…
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- ~Just take those old records off the shelfI'll sit and listen to 'em by myselfToday's music ain't got the same soulI like that old-time rock 'n' roll~ The music blared in the background as I bungled another take. Or more like the floor did. I’d either overdo the slide and land on the extreme right of the frame, or underdo it and land on the left. For some fucking reason, I just couldn’t land in the middle the way I wanted. “Fuck!” I cursed out loud. Paul turned to the assistant director.…
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- “So, how is it?” the man asked with a wide grin as he slid into the passenger seat while I eased the car into my driveway. “It’s great,” I said honestly, turning off the engine. “It glides like butter melting in a pan. But if I’m completely honest, it can’t beat my 911 Turbo.” I stepped out of the red car and shut the door gently, almost reverently. Even if it was the lesser variant, it needed to be treated with care. A few feet away, parked neatly in the driveway, stood my silver…
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