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“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “They’re offering me a knighthood again? Despite everything?” William nodded minutely. “They are. But this time, you have to accept it if you say yes. You can’t back out at the last moment.” “Of course,” I agreed. “I have no quarrel with the Crown or the government now that they are doing the right thing. Don’t forget, if I pulled a stunt like that again, it would look bad on me because my reason for rejecting it has been fulfilled…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
“I certainly didn’t expect to be reshooting scenes for this movie right now, especially after you’ve sold it,” Julie commented idly as the crew around us finished preparing for the reshoots. The crew this time was a professional one, the same one that would be shooting in just a few days. As much as I wanted to shoot this myself and use the Harvard student crew, I couldn’t. I simply didn’t have the time to spare. As good as the film had turned out, it had taken numerous mistakes and retakes…- 246.1 K • Ongoing
- “Noah!” Randal Kleiser’s voice cut through the theater lobby as he strode over, his arms open wide. He pulled me into a tight, earnest hug. “It’s so good to see you!” Just behind him, Julie offered a small, familiar smile and a gentle wave. These last few days, Julie and I had been inseparable on our shared promotional tour, so her presence was no surprise. Randal, however, was a different story. As the director, he hadn’t been part of the press circuit; this wasn’t an era where…
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- “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…
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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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- “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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