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“Troy! Troy! Troy!” The audience started chanting my name as if they’d come to a concert instead of an upscale party, which only increased my amusement. I chuckled before walking onto the stage and clearing my throat once. I grabbed the mic and looked at the audience, who were still chanting my name. It felt fucking awesome to have such influential people from the industry acting like little fangirls. “Thank you for that welcome,” I said, cutting through the chanting, which had refused to…- 1.1 M • Ongoing
- “Dada home! Dada home!” Ace and Ian started chanting it like some kind of prayer the moment I was back at Casa Encantada. “How’re my little munchkins this fine day?” I asked rhetorically while holding the duo close to my chest. “They’re fine,” Helen, my little sister, said haughtily from her study table, glancing over at the kids. “They have their best aunt to take care of them.” I laughed at her antics. “Don’t let Vanessa hear that, or she’ll start a fight with…
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- My security followed us from all sides. The number of people packed into this small area was astounding. Wherever I looked, people were gawking at me. And the strange part was that none of them recognized me. They were watching me simply because, to them, anyone with skin as white as mine was something to gawk at. Sure, I’d never lived a life of extreme luxury in my first life, but this was the first time I’d seen such a stark class divide. The divide wasn’t just evident in the poorly maintained…
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“I have news, son.” “Please tell me you’re not dying,” I almost pleaded. He snorted in amusement before shaking his head. “I’m not dying. God will personally have to come down to Earth to take me before my time. Don’t you worry about that.” I sagged slightly in relief. “Then what’s the news?” “I’m getting married.” I stared at him in disbelief for two minutes, having no idea what to say. Dad seemed to like the silence, because he indulged himself in the beer…- 297.0 K • Ongoing
- Doug and I went back as far as my first film. He was the one who wrote the atrocity that was . While the film was terrible, he inspired me to start writing my own scripts. He even took my first script, , to Columbia and got Paul Brickman involved in the process. Sure, Paul and I didn’t get along, but I had no beef with Doug. In fact, I owed him for essentially making my Hollywood career. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have written or any of my other scripts. “Why does Doug want to get in…
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- “Cheers!” A voice rang out from the corner of the club we were occupying as everyone around us raised their glasses of champagne. The background noise of the club was ignored in favor of enjoying the moment. A huge grin spread across my face as I raised my own glass high before gulping down most of it. The only reason I’d even grabbed the glass was that it would’ve looked weird if I hadn’t, after being the co-lead actor and writer of one of the most talked-about films at this year’s Cannes…
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- “That’s a great fucking idea!” Bob exclaimed as we walked side by side through the crowded airport terminal. “It hadn’t even occurred to me that Marty’s mother might see him as a prospective lover. That’ll be a good comedic beat to add to the story.” I nodded, adjusting the strap of my carry-on. “Just make sure you don’t take it too far into weird territory. She’s still his mother.” “Of course,” he agreed quickly. “I was just thinking that I could…” He was cut off…
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- “I’ll miss you.” Daisy hugged me tightly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, her fingers bunching into the back of my jacket as if she could anchor me in place. “Why do you have to go back at all?” “It’s just for a few months,” I assured her, rubbing her back gently. The airport moved around us with rolling suitcases and distant boarding announcements, but in that moment, it felt strangely quiet. “Once I’m done shooting that film, I’ll be back in LA, and this time…
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- Jessica bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she stood outside the movie hall, barely able to contain her excitement. The unmistakable buttery scent of popcorn drifted in the waiting area, prompting more than one person to buy the snack. Even Jessica couldn’t help herself and had bought a large tub along with a big glass of Coke. “Who would’ve thought this film would draw such a crowd?” her best friend Annie said, glancing around at the sea of people waiting beside them. Jessica…
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- After that first win, the show fell into a rhythm of sorts. One by one, more TV and movie categories were awarded in quick succession, sprinkled with Ricky Gervais’ brand of humor in between. Most nominees were there just to drink and have a good time. Most people didn’t really seem to care about winning or losing. Then came the first category I was nominated for. Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans walked up on stage together, holding two envelopes in their hands. “Hey, Chris,” Ryan greeted the…
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