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“Ryan! What the hell are you doing there!? Your job is to hold that equipment over there! Don’t you dare ruin the shot now!” Ryan felt all the blood leave his face as soon as he heard the reprimand from the first AD. It was just his first month working at Phoenix Studios, and he had already messed up a few times. He was sure that with one more fuck-up on his hands, he’d be out on the streets. “Calm down, Terry,” the director of the film, Evan Spader, who was even younger than Ryan, said…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
I cut cleanly through the water until I reached the end of the lane, flipped into a smooth turn, and powered back toward the starting block. As I touched the wall, my teammate launched himself forward to face swimmers from the other Ivy League schools. As good a swimmer as I was, there was nothing more I could do once my leg of the relay ended. If I really wanted to, I could temporarily boost my teammates, the same way I had helped Julie while filming The Blue Lagoon. But that would’ve been pushing…- 246.1 K • Ongoing
- “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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- December 2010, USA Patty stared at her screen restlessly, refreshing the page every few seconds. “You know, refreshing the page won’t change the timer,” Claire commented idly from behind her. “The video will still be released in ten minutes. No need to keep refreshing it.” Patty turned to her friend, a little incensed. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since one of Troy’s songs was released? And this time it’s with Rihanna. ‘Closer’ and ‘We Don’t Talk Anymore’…
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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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- May 2009, New York City, USA “Ladies and gentlemen, Troy Armitage!” I walked out through the studio doors with a bright smile on my face. The in-house band sat to my left, just by the edge of the stage. Beyond them was the sea of faces that made up my audience for the night. The moment my name was announced, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause that echoed across the studio. I waved as I stepped to the center of the stage. “Thank you,” I said, though my voice was almost lost beneath…
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- “Noah, sit on the hood of the car and give me that high-fashion look, like all this doesn’t matter to you at all.” I slid onto the hood of the Porsche 911 and got comfortable. Thanks to years of modelling, this felt right in my comfort zone. I looked toward the camera, but slightly to the left, to make it seem like I was indifferent to its presence. “Perfect!” the man shouted excitedly as he continued taking photos of me in the same position from different angles. I had already shot…
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- “I fucking hate this shit!” Austin growled as he stared at the long line stretching across the entrance of the movie theater. “Why are so many people here to watch this film? Why couldn’t they do it next week? Or maybe never?” “We already have the tickets, bro.” Eric gave Austin an exasperated look while adjusting the collar of his hoodie. “I brought you out here because I thought Troy was your favorite actor, and watching his film would make you feel better. But you’re still acting…
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- I sat across from my soon-to-be agent and carefully read through the contract she’d handed me. It didn’t take me long to get through the pages. “Honestly, I didn’t expect the reason for you not signing me up to be this,” I said, motioning around at her new office, which looked nothing like her old one. And thank God she didn’t insist on representing me back then. For if she had, I would have lost out on a good chunk of my profits from the backend deal I had subsequently signed with Sean…
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- “How was your day, love?” Scarlett asked as soon as I got home. I kissed her before bending down to kiss the heads of my two sons, Ace and Ian. I was so used to calling them by their nicknames that I had stopped using Atlas or Damian. The two were in the middle of a play session, but as soon as they saw me, their faces lit up with big grins, and their babbling increased. “It was okay-ish, I guess,” I answered Scarlett’s question after a beat, hoisting both my sons against my chest. “It…
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