Chapters
“Holy shit! That was the best film I’ve ever seen!” Daisy shouted the second the screen faded to black. “Language!” Mom scolded, shooting Daisy a sharp look. “We talked about this, Daisy. You need to control how you express yourself better. You’re not a kid anymore.” Daisy rolled her eyes and gave Mom a defiant stare before turning to me, throwing her hands up in frustration. “See what I have to deal with? On top of schoolwork, Zach’s nonsense, and now Mom too. You and Zach say…- 246.1 K • Ongoing
February 2008, Staples Center, Los Angeles, CA, USA “Why did we leave the red carpet early?” Scarlett asked in a low whisper as we were guided to our seats. The auditorium was already half full, buzzing with murmured conversations and the low hum of anticipation. Most of the non-red carpet guests had already arrived. My family had stayed behind this time for security reasons. “It’s just security being security,” I replied, keeping my tone casual. “They initially told me not to stop for…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
- “Right,” I said with a slow nod. “I’m not very good with money or numbers, so I’ll have to ask my lawyer to go over it with you, or with someone else from Columbia, at a later date.” Frank Price’s smile widened, as if he had just uncovered my excuse for what it was. If I hadn’t offered that line, he would have pushed me to sign the contract immediately, and I was in no mood to create unnecessary friction. “Was that all on your end?” I asked. “Just one more thing,” he…
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- AN: On public demand, I have changed the names of the twins to Atlas and Damian. This is final. _________________________________ I held the little baby close to my chest for the first time, and without anyone saying a word, tears filled my eyes. The world seemed too narrow to the warm weight in my arms. The lingering smell of baby products on his skin and the impossibly soft rhythm of his breathing against my heart were intoxicating. Atlas and Damian had finally grown enough that we were allowed…
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- “Congratulations on the success of , Noah.” “Thank you, David,” I said, nodding gratefully at him. It felt strange to be meeting David Letterman during his first year hosting a talk show on NBC. The 1980s were a very different time for talk shows compared to what I remembered from the 2020s. The ruler of the industry was undoubtedly Johnny Carson, whom I badly wanted to interview with. Unfortunately, Carson wasn’t interested. I wasn’t big enough for his time. Something similar happened…
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- I took a deep breath, closed my eyes to center myself, then finally opened them. I focused entirely on the girl standing beside me, keeping my face deliberately cold. “Please don’t go. I love you, Cal,” she begged as she stepped closer and reached for my hand. At least she tried to. I yanked my hand away and shot her a loathing glare. “I don’t. In fact, I fucking hate you,” I almost spat. “I never loved you.” She stumbled back, horrified. “Then why did you say otherwise for…
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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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- “Damn,” Ash whistled softly as he took in the stream of girl groups walking past us. The late summer air was filled with the excitement of students returning after the break or freshmen starting a new chapter in their lives. “Now I regret not coming to college. Just look at those chicks go. The sway in their step is enough to wreck my heart.” Julie turned to me, one eyebrow arched. “Did I ever tell you that you have a pig for a friend?” I snorted. “Believe me, this is very tame behavior…
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- “What the fuck happened to you?” David Crane didn’t bother with a greeting as soon as I stepped into the office he shared with Marta Kauffman. Both of them were in their mid-to-late thirties. David’s receding hairline exaggerated his already large forehead, and his glasses kept sliding down his nose. Marta sat beside him, a beautiful, homely woman with kind eyes and a fuller figure that gave her a comforting presence. “What do you mean, exactly?” I asked, genuinely confused. Then I…
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- “This is the best film to come out of Harvard ever, short films included,” Robert Gardner, my filmmaking teacher at Harvard, said enthusiastically while crushing me in a tight hug. “Seriously, Noah, you've done more for the filmmaking course at Harvard than all the other students combined.” “Thank you, Mr. Gardner,” I said, a little embarrassed by his excessive praise when some of my fellow filmmaking students were standing right beside me. I separated from him a moment later and pointed…
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