With a grin demanding the truth,
Maggie said, “So? Tell me!”
After Natalie left the studio
yesterday, she sent Maggie a teasing “Wait ‘til you hear what happened today”
voicemail, but they hadn’t yet connected.
“Coffee?” asked the server who
had followed Natalie to the table.
“Please,” Natalie replied and
noticed Maggie’ hands wrapped around a white mug having already had this brief
conversation.
“Cream?”
She glanced up to a plump girl
about her age with blotchy red cheeks and stringy brown hair. Her name badge
said, “Sue.”
“No just black, thanks,” Natalie
answered.
“Would you like a menu?” Sue
asked as she poured Natalie’s coffee. Her perfunctory tone indicated even
though she was young, she knew her life could end up being an endless stream of
memorized coffee shop questions about beverages, menus and desserts. Natalie,
on the other hand seemed to be in pursuit of a speechless career—lights,
camera, but little action.
“Yes, thank you.” Natalie said
and held out her hand.
Sue slid the menu from under her
arm, handed it to Natalie and topped off Maggie’s cup all as if on autopilot.
“I’ll be right back to take your order.”
As she retreated, Natalie
watched her walk back to the counter. Sue rested her hand on the shoulder of a
male customer sitting on a stool and paused long enough for him to slip his arm
around her waist. She empathized with the girl. Sue was an actress too,
destined to a life of using her sexuality for better tips.
“Well?” Maggie asked.
Maggie lived a few doors down
from Natalie in the same apartment building. A couple of years older, she was
the first person to befriend Natalie when she had moved to town. Since they
were both alone in LA, they had made a pact to keep tabs on each other. Maggie
had told Natalie that her face was too plain to be on film, and besides, she
was too shy to be an actress. But she always seemed eager to hear Natalie’s
stories about the famous people she worked with—whatever drama Natalie would
spill.
“Okay, okay,” Natalie said and
leaned forward toward the table. “I told you I was doing a scene yesterday with
Ansell Parker, right?”
“Yeah, go on.”
“Well, I was playing a dead
girl—”
“What’s new?” Maggie said and
chuckled.
“I know, I know. Old joke! Well,
I may not be playing dead much longer.”
“Why, what happened?”
“At the end of my scene, while
the cameras were still rolling, he kissed me. I was just the dead girl and
Ansell Parker kissed me.”
“So … I take it that wasn’t in
the script?”
“No, and it was no peck on the
cheek, either, it was right on my mouth.”
“So … then what?” Maggie asked. She twisted a small strand of short
rust-colored hair around her finger. It slipped loose, so she worked to grab it
again.
“Then nothing,” Natalie said.
She took a swallow of her coffee and leaned back into the bench. “The director
said, ‘Cut, print,’ and everyone disappeared. I think they were anxious to
watch the World Series.”
“That’s it? How does that move
your career from dead girl?”
Natalie raised her eyebrows and
rolled her eyes. “Well, Ansell did stop to congratulate me on the scene and
then there’s the other thing.”
“Other—?”
“What can I get for you ladies?”
Sue interrupted, pen and pad in hand.
The two hadn’t noticed the
server’s reappearance nor looked at their menus. Natalie and Maggie opened
them, scanned the selections and placed their orders.
“We’ll have that right up,” Sue
said with a mechanical smile pasted on her face and then turned to head back to
the counter.
“What other thing?” Maggie
prodded. Her deep brown eyes danced with excitement.
“Well, I can’t really tell you
everything,” she continued, “‘cause it’s top secret.”
“Really? You tell me you have
great news and then won’t put out? Come on, give me something.”
“Okay, okay,” Natalie agreed.
She surrendered a sly smile and a wink. “I’ll tell you as much as I can.”
“I guess that’ll have to do.
Let’s have it.”
“So, when I headed to my car
after the shoot yesterday, there was a man in the parking lot waiting for me.”
She looked around the diner and found no one close enough to hear. She lowered
her voice and continued, “His name is Tony Alonso. He’s an associate producer
for a film company. It’s the man behind the company who sent him to look me
up.”
“Who’s that?”
“That’s the part I can’t tell,
but you’d know the name, believe me. He wants me to do a screen test.”
“You’re kidding? You’re going to
do it?”
“Of course I am!”
“When is it?”
“Tonight at ten”
“Tonight … ten? Isn’t that kind
of late? Are you okay with this?”
“Sure,” Natalie said and nodded
her head. She looked at Maggie as if she should understand that the workings of
Hollywood are not of this world. “Because of the secrecy around the project,
they have to be very discreet. Sometimes this is the way it works.”
“What do you know about this
guy?”
“Nothing, he’s just a guy in a
parking lot,” she replied, and leaned forward, the gold flecks in her smoky
eyes sparkled as she continued, “who might be able to make me a star.”
“What if this guy’s not on the
level? Did you check him out?”
“No time. I had to work at the
grocery last night ‘til close and then again all day today. I just got off.”
“He could be an ax murderer,
Natalie.”
“Seriously? You’ve been watching
too many cult-slasher films.”
“What does your agent say?”
“Haven’t told him and don’t plan
to.”
“But he’s on your side.”
“Doesn’t feel like it lately,”
Natalie said and shook her head.
Once she hit LA, she schlepped
her portfolio around to agencies until she found someone who agreed to sign
her. Fiftyish and pleasant enough, her agent sported a monkish fringe of hair,
a rotund belly and a blossoming nose, the result of too many three-martini
lunches. He got to work right way, though, and set her up with a casting call.
She landed the role in a pilot
for a television show targeting the after school market. Set in a fictional LA
high school, her character, a snarky teenager, delivered her one line from the
back of the classroom. When the history teacher asked, “What brought about the
Boston Tea Party?” she quipped, “Everyone knows it’s ‘cause those Bostonians
preferred lattes to tea.” The pilot, however, never saw the small screen, so
the project was scrapped and with it, Natalie felt like her chances got tossed
in the dumpster.
So, with almost two years
passed, she had become convinced her agent hadn’t been promoting her best
interest. Auditions were rare. Most of the time, he represented from a photo
array like mug shots at police headquarters. She had no voice. With an agent,
she had to wait for someone else to say, “I’ll take that one.” He saw her as
nothing more than screen candy, and once she reached her eighteenth birthday,
with her face and body curves, the studios were anxious to sign her just to get
a cheap nudity rating.
Then, just two weeks ago, she
had expressed her aggravation to him. He said, “Let me see what I can do.” But
the placating tone and the wink of his eye told Natalie the truth. It was more
what she would have to do to get him to work harder on her behalf—favor him
with a night between the sheets. Up to now she had resisted that tack but with
her career momentum in the doldrums, she had begun to consider a one-time dalliance,
if it had promise, might be what it would take.
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