Chapters
February 2007, London, UK“What are you doing, Peter!?” Stephen Daldry barked. “We need those lights over there, on the other side of the prison.”Peter, the lighting guy, rushed to follow the order.“Janey! Is the set decoration complete?” Stephen continued in the same sharp tone.“Almost—give me five,” came the swift reply.“Better make it two,” he shot back before turning to the next person.Sometimes, Stephen couldn’t help but feel like he was surrounded by fools. How difficult was it…- 961.0 K • Ongoing
“You look tired,” said Michael Thorpe, my lawyer, his brows knitting as he studied me across the table. The conference room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. “Everything alright?” “Yeah,” I replied, brushing off his concern with a wave of my hand. “Didn’t get much sleep last night. Nothing worth worrying about. Just tell me how the contract signing went so I can be on my way.” Michael chuckled under his breath and clapped a reassuring hand on my shoulder.…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- “Listen,” Taylor turned to me with utmost sincerity. “Have you ever worked with or served any celebrity before?” I shook my head, not wanting to tell him about Amanda Bynes. The less your employer knows about your other jobs, the better it is. “Then get ready,” he warned me. “We have multiple reservations this afternoon for the VIP section, and we’re a little short on the staff, so you’ll have to take over the duty. I guess you are experienced enough now to handle the big clients.…
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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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- “What the fuck…” I whispered, stunned and unsure what else to say. “Frank?” He set the grocery bag on the coffee table with a dull thud and walked over to shake my hand. “I know what you must be thinking, but I promise you, the last time we met, I had no idea you were related to Gloria.” Seeing him in a casual polo and jeans threw me off for a moment. The last time, he had been all business in a well-tailored suit. Now he looked like someone who spent his majority time at kids’ soccer…
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- I love motorbikes. I wasn’t rich, per se, but I had five of them in my little garage. My mom used to hate that I took one of my babies wherever I went instead of driving a car like normal people. Fuck normal people. They don’t know the joy of riding long distances in the fresh air, all the way out into the countryside, without a helmet, as the wind caresses your hair. Aah. I must have closed my eyes while riding because the next thing I knew, my baby had run over a boulder. The bike came to…
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- “You look a little worried,” I said to Adrienne while we waited for the crew to finish setting up the next scene. “You weren’t even this tense when we shot the sex scene.” I’d already wrapped my part of the sequence after my dramatic death, but Adrienne still had hours to go. She was naked and drenched in sticky red paint that clung to her skin like dried syrup. I figured a joke might lighten the mood. It was apparently the wrong choice. Adrienne shot me a glare. “Of course I’m…
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- “Get up, Noah! I have things to do.” A pillow was hurled at my head, jolting me awake. I blinked blearily, trying to process what was happening, only to see my Daddy dearest. My second father if I consider my first life as well. (Or should that be third, considering that asshole Poseidon?) “Yeah, Dad,” I mumbled, forcing myself up from my too-cramped bed. Why did I have to ask to be tall? And why did Poseidon make me 6’2”? Why not a nice, even 6’? “Here’s what you’ll do…
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- I was overwhelmed. Never in a million years did I imagine receiving such an honor from someone like Michael Jackson. The allegations against him might have made people question his character, but no one could deny his talent, his influence, or the weight his words carried. Even if the name he gave me didn’t stick (which I hoped it wouldn’t), I would still cherish it forever because of Michael’s intentions, which I knew were genuine. One thing I had learned during all my time with him was that…
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- I didn’t know what I expected when Mum handed me over her laptop, but when I started going through the summaries of the scripts that I had been offered, I realized one important thing about my career till now–I was beyond lucky.It was only luck that I was adopted by a Hollywood writer/director. Similarly, it was just my luck that my father had a friend who was producing , or that I would end up taking dance lessons from the choreographer assigned for . I wouldn’t put in the same category because I…
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