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friend. In our bed. In the apartment we shared. Let’s just say I wasn’t impressed. I moved home the next day and moved here a few weeks later.
I’m not really bitter though. LA is great. Not as great as it would be if I had money or if I was famous but still pretty great. I go to the beach everyday and have a nice deep tan, almost everywhere. Except for the parts my bikini covers. I’ve thought about going topless but I don’t need any more dirty old men ogling me. You know how it is.
I looked down at the card, closed my eyes and then dialed the number. A man with a deep husky voice answered. “John speaking.”
“Hi John, I got your number from Tikki and she said that there may be an audition I can go on?”
“You’re an actress?” His voice was silky and rough. He sounded like a biker, or a hells angel. Not someone I would assume was a talent scout.
“Yes.” I sighed. “I’m trying to be. I just moved to LA.”
“So you’re a newbie?” He seemed excited.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
“Can you come over and audition today?”
“Today?” I was surprised.
“Yeah. We’re talking to some girls today.” He paused. “If you’re really interested in being in the biz, I think you’ll find I’m the man to talk to.”
“Oh yeah?” I was intrigued. Maybe he was a scout for the studios or a big name director like Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino.
“Come down to XYZ Studios on Santa Monica at 2pm.” He cleared his throat. “And dress sexy.”
“Sexy?” This didn’t sound right. “I’m sorry but is this for a porno?”
“No.” He laughed. “I don’t make no porn.” And with that he hung up.
I put the phone down and stared at the Tom Cruise poster on the wall. I still teased Tikki every time I saw that poster. I didn’t know why John would ask me to dress sexy if it wasn’t an audition for a porno. There was no way I would do a porno. Not that I didn’t like sex. I did. But would I star in a movie where everyone in the world watched me having sex? Hell no. But he had said that it wasn’t an audition for a porno. And if he was lying she could always leave. Maybe it was an audition to be the next Bond Girl. Now that was a part I was made for. I jumped up and stared in the mirror. “Nice to meet you Bond. James Bond.” And then I started giggling at my goofiness before running to the bathroom to shower. “I got an audition Tiks, I’m just going in the shower.” I jumped in the shower before she could stop me. The problem living with Tiks and her dad and his horrible girlfriend was that they only had one bathroom and that just wasn’t enough for 3 women. Tikki and I fought about whom got to go in first all the time because the hot water only seemed to last for one person. Tikki’s dad said it was because of old pipes and his girlfriend would just giggle and point at him. She was dumb and only a few years older than Tikki and I. Though for 28 she had aged badly. I thought she looked about 35. And she was a typical LA girl: fake blond hair, blue eyes and plastic tits. Tikki and I don’t know what her dad, Beau, saw in her. As I washed myself I pictured Tikki’s dad. He is super hot. Tall, nice body, kind sparking blue eyes dark hair sprinkled with grey. He was 45 but looked 40. He and Tikki’s mom had been 20 when they had her. And then Tikki’s mom left when she was 2 and he has raised her by himself ever since.
He really was a great guy, but Barbie (yes, that’s her real name) did not deserve him. They’d only been dating for about 3 months and she had already moved in, supposedly temporarily while she saved up money to get her own place, but both Tikki and I had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be moving out anytime soon. So we did everything to annoy her, like call her mom in public. She hated it. Especially because some people believed us. How embarrassing!
Oh well. It wasn’t my
I’m not really bitter though. LA is great. Not as great as it would be if I had money or if I was famous but still pretty great. I go to the beach everyday and have a nice deep tan, almost everywhere. Except for the parts my bikini covers. I’ve thought about going topless but I don’t need any more dirty old men ogling me. You know how it is.
I looked down at the card, closed my eyes and then dialed the number. A man with a deep husky voice answered. “John speaking.”
“Hi John, I got your number from Tikki and she said that there may be an audition I can go on?”
“You’re an actress?” His voice was silky and rough. He sounded like a biker, or a hells angel. Not someone I would assume was a talent scout.
“Yes.” I sighed. “I’m trying to be. I just moved to LA.”
“So you’re a newbie?” He seemed excited.
“Yeah. You could say that.”
“Can you come over and audition today?”
“Today?” I was surprised.
“Yeah. We’re talking to some girls today.” He paused. “If you’re really interested in being in the biz, I think you’ll find I’m the man to talk to.”
“Oh yeah?” I was intrigued. Maybe he was a scout for the studios or a big name director like Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino.
“Come down to XYZ Studios on Santa Monica at 2pm.” He cleared his throat. “And dress sexy.”
“Sexy?” This didn’t sound right. “I’m sorry but is this for a porno?”
“No.” He laughed. “I don’t make no porn.” And with that he hung up.
I put the phone down and stared at the Tom Cruise poster on the wall. I still teased Tikki every time I saw that poster. I didn’t know why John would ask me to dress sexy if it wasn’t an audition for a porno. There was no way I would do a porno. Not that I didn’t like sex. I did. But would I star in a movie where everyone in the world watched me having sex? Hell no. But he had said that it wasn’t an audition for a porno. And if he was lying she could always leave. Maybe it was an audition to be the next Bond Girl. Now that was a part I was made for. I jumped up and stared in the mirror. “Nice to meet you Bond. James Bond.” And then I started giggling at my goofiness before running to the bathroom to shower. “I got an audition Tiks, I’m just going in the shower.” I jumped in the shower before she could stop me. The problem living with Tiks and her dad and his horrible girlfriend was that they only had one bathroom and that just wasn’t enough for 3 women. Tikki and I fought about whom got to go in first all the time because the hot water only seemed to last for one person. Tikki’s dad said it was because of old pipes and his girlfriend would just giggle and point at him. She was dumb and only a few years older than Tikki and I. Though for 28 she had aged badly. I thought she looked about 35. And she was a typical LA girl: fake blond hair, blue eyes and plastic tits. Tikki and I don’t know what her dad, Beau, saw in her. As I washed myself I pictured Tikki’s dad. He is super hot. Tall, nice body, kind sparking blue eyes dark hair sprinkled with grey. He was 45 but looked 40. He and Tikki’s mom had been 20 when they had her. And then Tikki’s mom left when she was 2 and he has raised her by himself ever since.
He really was a great guy, but Barbie (yes, that’s her real name) did not deserve him. They’d only been dating for about 3 months and she had already moved in, supposedly temporarily while she saved up money to get her own place, but both Tikki and I had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be moving out anytime soon. So we did everything to annoy her, like call her mom in public. She hated it. Especially because some people believed us. How embarrassing!
Oh well. It wasn’t my
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