that the guy was as uptight as Jane said. No one was. Not in Lou Thurman's world.
He'd divorce me.
Read it anyway. It's terrific, and you don't know what I had to go through to get it.
Why? What's so special about it? She sounded unhappy and bored and irritable with him, as she had for weeks. Once she had stopped crying about the lost part, she had gotten bitchy. But he knew how unhappy she was and what a crisis it was for her to lose a part she'd had for almost eleven years. It would have been rough on anyone.
What's so special about this is that it's a new Mel Wechsler series, and he's casting. I want to submit a few tapes of Sorrows for him to see, if you'll let me.
Is this daytime? For a minute, she sounded hopeful.
Prime time. He was proud of it and she almost hung up on him.
God damn it, Lou. I told you, I can't do that.
Just read the script for chrissake, and we can fight about it later. He didn't tell her he had already sent a series of tapes to Wechsler's office, but he did call the next morning to tell her that Wechsler had called him.
Why? She didn't understand. She had read the script the night before, after Jack went to bed, and it knocked her right out of her seat, but she also knew she couldn't touch it. Not on prime time TV.
Why? He called me because he liked the tapes of you on Sorrows, that's why. Did you read the script?
Yes.
And? It was like pulling teeth.
I loved it, but that doesn't make any difference. I still can't do it and you know it.
Bullshit. If you get a part on that show, it will be the biggest break of your career you'll ever get, and I will kill you if you don't take it.
He's not offering me a part anyway.
He wants to meet you.
She felt her heart skip a beat. When?
Tomorrow. At eleven. He didn't ask her if she could do it. She had to.
Can I wear a wig? Maybe she should go, just for the hell of it, just so she could tell Lou she'd done it. What harm was there in that anyway? Jack would never know' .
I don't care if you wear all your wigs and a hat, just do it, Janie. For me ' please God '
All right, all right. But I can't take a part on the show, just so you know that. She knew there was no danger of his offering her one anyway, but she was dying to meet Mel Wechsler. And when Jack came home that night, horny and a little drunk, she didn't care how disagreeable he was, how much he complained or how often he wanted to make love, all she could think about was Mel Wechsler, and her meeting with him the following morning. And when Jack finally fell asleep, she got up and read the script again. It was the best thing she'd ever read, and she hid it in her closet before going to bed and she lay there awake, thinking of what it would be like, just being at a studio again, even for a visit.
The next morning Jack got up, as always, at five o'clock and left for his office at six. Jane made coffee for him, and she had an hour to herself before making breakfast for the girls. And by eight o'clock she was alone again, and had two hours to get ready for her big meeting with Mel Wechsler. She did her makeup carefully and selected a pretty beige dress she'd bought only the week before. It wasn't glamorous but it looked expensive and she didn't bother fixing her hair, because she was going to put on the wig on the way into L.A. She had chosen one of the shorter curly ones, and she planned to put it on in the ladies' room of a gas station on her way to the meeting.
She was so nervous driving in that she almost forgot to stop, but she finally did, at a gas station off the Pasadena Freeway, and when she looked at herself, she almost decided not to go. She looked tired, there were tiny new lines next to her eyes, and the black hair suddenly didn't look right. She even toyed with the idea of not wearing the wig, but she didn't dare go with her own bright red hair. She completely forgot the voluptuous body poured into the beige cashmere dress, the sensational legs in high-heeled pumps, or her
He'd divorce me.
Read it anyway. It's terrific, and you don't know what I had to go through to get it.
Why? What's so special about it? She sounded unhappy and bored and irritable with him, as she had for weeks. Once she had stopped crying about the lost part, she had gotten bitchy. But he knew how unhappy she was and what a crisis it was for her to lose a part she'd had for almost eleven years. It would have been rough on anyone.
What's so special about this is that it's a new Mel Wechsler series, and he's casting. I want to submit a few tapes of Sorrows for him to see, if you'll let me.
Is this daytime? For a minute, she sounded hopeful.
Prime time. He was proud of it and she almost hung up on him.
God damn it, Lou. I told you, I can't do that.
Just read the script for chrissake, and we can fight about it later. He didn't tell her he had already sent a series of tapes to Wechsler's office, but he did call the next morning to tell her that Wechsler had called him.
Why? She didn't understand. She had read the script the night before, after Jack went to bed, and it knocked her right out of her seat, but she also knew she couldn't touch it. Not on prime time TV.
Why? He called me because he liked the tapes of you on Sorrows, that's why. Did you read the script?
Yes.
And? It was like pulling teeth.
I loved it, but that doesn't make any difference. I still can't do it and you know it.
Bullshit. If you get a part on that show, it will be the biggest break of your career you'll ever get, and I will kill you if you don't take it.
He's not offering me a part anyway.
He wants to meet you.
She felt her heart skip a beat. When?
Tomorrow. At eleven. He didn't ask her if she could do it. She had to.
Can I wear a wig? Maybe she should go, just for the hell of it, just so she could tell Lou she'd done it. What harm was there in that anyway? Jack would never know' .
I don't care if you wear all your wigs and a hat, just do it, Janie. For me ' please God '
All right, all right. But I can't take a part on the show, just so you know that. She knew there was no danger of his offering her one anyway, but she was dying to meet Mel Wechsler. And when Jack came home that night, horny and a little drunk, she didn't care how disagreeable he was, how much he complained or how often he wanted to make love, all she could think about was Mel Wechsler, and her meeting with him the following morning. And when Jack finally fell asleep, she got up and read the script again. It was the best thing she'd ever read, and she hid it in her closet before going to bed and she lay there awake, thinking of what it would be like, just being at a studio again, even for a visit.
The next morning Jack got up, as always, at five o'clock and left for his office at six. Jane made coffee for him, and she had an hour to herself before making breakfast for the girls. And by eight o'clock she was alone again, and had two hours to get ready for her big meeting with Mel Wechsler. She did her makeup carefully and selected a pretty beige dress she'd bought only the week before. It wasn't glamorous but it looked expensive and she didn't bother fixing her hair, because she was going to put on the wig on the way into L.A. She had chosen one of the shorter curly ones, and she planned to put it on in the ladies' room of a gas station on her way to the meeting.
She was so nervous driving in that she almost forgot to stop, but she finally did, at a gas station off the Pasadena Freeway, and when she looked at herself, she almost decided not to go. She looked tired, there were tiny new lines next to her eyes, and the black hair suddenly didn't look right. She even toyed with the idea of not wearing the wig, but she didn't dare go with her own bright red hair. She completely forgot the voluptuous body poured into the beige cashmere dress, the sensational legs in high-heeled pumps, or her
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