understudy did it for the public.”
“In other words, you’re a terrible liar, even when it’s expected you can’t do it acceptably. That’s a good thing to know.”
Jeremy caught us at the bottom of the stairs with a letter he had printed out from an email. It sort of introduced me to whoever at Warner Brothers needed to read it and said I was expected at a certain place and time and that Alex Baker would be with me.
Next he introduced me to his sisters, both were rather exotic-looking women; well, WASP father, Jewish mother, and like their mother, they took care of themselves physically. Frankly, they were just the fifty-second time I felt both out-classed and embarrassed, and it was just the beginning of the afternoon. Just the dress on either one cost more than I’d earned my entire life.
If I were disposed to drinking I’d have crawled into a bottle and stayed there. I was feeling so out of place and scared, I just clung to Peter’s arm. I smiled whenever I started to blush, which must have given everyone the impression that I was a very happy person, always smiling like that.
Cash hung around with us most of the afternoon. From what I could gather, they were thrown together often while growing up. Cash’s dad, who was Harrison’s brother, owned three Ford dealerships on the California coast, plus the house/mansion next door. I guess it really helps careers along when your great-grandfather happens to dig up a pool of oil. By contrast, if my great-grandfather ever dug anything, it was probably a sewer, which might explain my feelings of total inadequacy all that afternoon and evening.
Cash, it seemed, had just latched onto another company, this one out of Northridge doing some fairly good BDSM. He wanted to get them involved in a project to remake The Story of O , with better quality production values. He certainly had the contacts to get a hold of a chateau, and had already talked Carrie into reading the book.
Since I had read the book, I figured that my two cents might be worth something. “Some of that stuff has to hurt, Cash; does Carrie know that? And getting your snatch pierced is sort of permanent.”
“Digital nowadays,” he said. “You can do about anything.”
“And a fifty-year-old book is going to stand up?”
“Hey, it makes Fifty Shades of Grey look like a nursery rhyme.”
“So does most of De Sade, but you don’t see Spielberg running to make a movie of Justine .”
“You’ve read this?” Peter asked and I turned a scarlet so deep, my best smile couldn’t cover it.
“I went through a phase,” I said. “And no, I didn’t finish Fifty Shades … it wasn’t on a par. O was by far the best, probably because a woman wrote it.”
“How sexist,” chuckled Cash. “And you didn’t know she knew this?”
“She was so much better than that when it came to practical application.”
I looked like a stop sign with a smile painted on it for a while.
The party trailed off as the sun went down. We ended up in the living room with his parents, sisters and brothers-in-law. I mean, talk about intimidated, two captains of industry, their wives, two Oscar winners and their son, and a little girl from Reseda with some minor expertise in faking a catfight.
“Jeremy mentioned he wanted you to audition for his show,” Harrison directed at me.
“Yes,” I responded. “I'm really flattered, but I don’t think I’ll do that well. I really don’t know how.”
“Cash disagrees; he says you are very good at holding a character.”
“That’s not hard really,” I said. “The things I’ve done are just two dimensional; you’re the heroine – the baby face, it’s called – or the villainess, which is called the heel, and you cheat.”
“So it’s pro wrestling?”
“Not on that level. We do get into some choreography; a few set routines, more to keep from getting hurt than anything else. It’s a simple character, like as a face, I’m sweet Little Lisa; as a heel
“In other words, you’re a terrible liar, even when it’s expected you can’t do it acceptably. That’s a good thing to know.”
Jeremy caught us at the bottom of the stairs with a letter he had printed out from an email. It sort of introduced me to whoever at Warner Brothers needed to read it and said I was expected at a certain place and time and that Alex Baker would be with me.
Next he introduced me to his sisters, both were rather exotic-looking women; well, WASP father, Jewish mother, and like their mother, they took care of themselves physically. Frankly, they were just the fifty-second time I felt both out-classed and embarrassed, and it was just the beginning of the afternoon. Just the dress on either one cost more than I’d earned my entire life.
If I were disposed to drinking I’d have crawled into a bottle and stayed there. I was feeling so out of place and scared, I just clung to Peter’s arm. I smiled whenever I started to blush, which must have given everyone the impression that I was a very happy person, always smiling like that.
Cash hung around with us most of the afternoon. From what I could gather, they were thrown together often while growing up. Cash’s dad, who was Harrison’s brother, owned three Ford dealerships on the California coast, plus the house/mansion next door. I guess it really helps careers along when your great-grandfather happens to dig up a pool of oil. By contrast, if my great-grandfather ever dug anything, it was probably a sewer, which might explain my feelings of total inadequacy all that afternoon and evening.
Cash, it seemed, had just latched onto another company, this one out of Northridge doing some fairly good BDSM. He wanted to get them involved in a project to remake The Story of O , with better quality production values. He certainly had the contacts to get a hold of a chateau, and had already talked Carrie into reading the book.
Since I had read the book, I figured that my two cents might be worth something. “Some of that stuff has to hurt, Cash; does Carrie know that? And getting your snatch pierced is sort of permanent.”
“Digital nowadays,” he said. “You can do about anything.”
“And a fifty-year-old book is going to stand up?”
“Hey, it makes Fifty Shades of Grey look like a nursery rhyme.”
“So does most of De Sade, but you don’t see Spielberg running to make a movie of Justine .”
“You’ve read this?” Peter asked and I turned a scarlet so deep, my best smile couldn’t cover it.
“I went through a phase,” I said. “And no, I didn’t finish Fifty Shades … it wasn’t on a par. O was by far the best, probably because a woman wrote it.”
“How sexist,” chuckled Cash. “And you didn’t know she knew this?”
“She was so much better than that when it came to practical application.”
I looked like a stop sign with a smile painted on it for a while.
The party trailed off as the sun went down. We ended up in the living room with his parents, sisters and brothers-in-law. I mean, talk about intimidated, two captains of industry, their wives, two Oscar winners and their son, and a little girl from Reseda with some minor expertise in faking a catfight.
“Jeremy mentioned he wanted you to audition for his show,” Harrison directed at me.
“Yes,” I responded. “I'm really flattered, but I don’t think I’ll do that well. I really don’t know how.”
“Cash disagrees; he says you are very good at holding a character.”
“That’s not hard really,” I said. “The things I’ve done are just two dimensional; you’re the heroine – the baby face, it’s called – or the villainess, which is called the heel, and you cheat.”
“So it’s pro wrestling?”
“Not on that level. We do get into some choreography; a few set routines, more to keep from getting hurt than anything else. It’s a simple character, like as a face, I’m sweet Little Lisa; as a heel
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