Chapters
~Hasa Diga Eebowai!~ The whole group of actors was singing around me, their voices rising as they danced across the stage. One of the women handed me a prop baby to cradle, and I held it awkwardly as the cast circled us. ~When the world is getting you downThere's nobody else to blame!Way oh!Raise your middle finger to the skyAnd curse His rotten name!~ “Wait, what?” I blurted out as the meaning finally clicked. Everyone else kept singing and dancing with full enthusiasm, but I stepped out of…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
- 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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- I looked around the set, taking in the controlled chaos unfolding in every direction. Crew members hurried past with purpose, some carrying lighting rigs while others adjusted cameras mounted on towering cranes. It was hectic, but it made sense. Today was about making sure we got the tone of the show right. It had to feel as grand and imposing as I’d envisioned. “So you’re ready for this scene?” I looked up to see James Cameron standing beside me, a familiar grin on his face. “Don’t I…
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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…- 278.0 K • Ongoing
- ~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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- “What is your favorite ride?” I didn’t have to think too much about the question. “I like speed, reliability, great engineering, and style.” Then I patted the hood of the Porsche 911 we were standing in front of. “This beauty gives me all of that in one.” The man interviewing me, Rafe, nodded in agreement. “Can’t deny that. So, is this truly your first car?” “I never said that.” I immediately shook my head. “As much as I would’ve loved to get this as my first car, I…
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- “Troy, what was the name of that restaurant we went to last time here?”I silently kept reading the screenplay in the back of our car.“Do you remember when we snorkeled on that island we booked a few years ago? That was fun, wasn’t it?”I shot a deadpan stare at my mother, only to receive a mischievous grin in return. She had decided in her utmost wisdom to try to make me break character. After the first day, it had become a game of sorts between us, one I was oddly enjoying—but I wouldn’t let…
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- June, 2005, Arizona, USAI couldn't help but curse my luck as soon as I ran into the living room. The lively atmosphere on set had been immediately dampened by Toni's scream. Everyone was gathered around Alan Arkin, who was lying flat on the floor with his eyes closed. Toni Collette was hovering over him.As soon as I crouched beside her, she turned to me in panic. "We've called 9-1-1, but they'll take some time to get here. Do you know CPR?"I didn't. I opened my mouth to say so, but then I noticed something…
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- June 2005, California, USA“Olive,” Greg Kinnear said. “Your Grandpa would’ve been really proud of you.” He loaded a few bags into the boot space of the minibus—the same boot space where Grandpa’s corpse had been stuffed not long ago.“Yeah, you were great,” Toni Collette added, bending down to kiss Abigail’s temple.“Beyond great,” I said, placing a hand on her head. “You were incredible.”She looked up at me with a shy smile. “Thank you!”Greg shut the boot. “Let’s get out…
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- As the film continues, more revelations are made about Patrick. He has a lot of friends who seem ready to support him in his time of grief, including two very hot girls. “Hey, Uncle Lee,” Patrick said hesitantly as he walked into his uncle’s room. “Is it okay if Sylvie sleeps over? Dad always let her.” “Then why are you asking me?” Lee asked in confusion. Patrick just smiled and was about to leave when he remembered something. “Oh, and her parents think she stays downstairs in the…
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