EERRK! EERRK! EERRK! "Urg." I hit the alarm clock
and rubbed the sleep out of eyes as they adjusted to the light.
7:00. Here we go. I got dressed in a cute, yet semi-professional
outfit I had planned since a week ago, ran my Aveda mouse through
my hair, fluffing my natural blonde waves. I'm not one for
straightening hair, I'm to clumsy and burn myself to often. I
went through the rest of the routine machanicly. Bare Mineral
make-up, brown eye shadow to bring out my blue eyes, brown masara.
I'd been waiting for this day for my whole life, though I'd
only planned it a month ago. About two months ago
I'd moved to the city. That's right, THE city. New York
City! I was so excited to finally call it home! I've wanted to
move here since age 10 and it's been 8 years since then! 8
years of waiting, I've finaly made it But this day was the most
important day of all. I was going around to various agencies to try
and get an agent, a part, anything. I want to be an actress, and
you have to start somewhere. I'm not
from a poor family. Just thought I'd get that out of the way.
But we're no Gates', so my New York apartment wasn't
exactly a penthouse. Just a bedroom, bathroon, a kitchen, and
sitting room. In the two months I've been here I've
unpacked and organized everything, got a steady job (for now) at
Charlette Russe on 5th. Not too shabby, I know, but today was the
most important so far, as I've said. I got
into my silver Volvo sedan...err...I think that's what it's
called! I'm not the best with cars, but it's a silver
Volvo. No, not because I'm a Twilight-Super-Fan, but because
it's safe and convieniant. (Although, what girl in her right
mind doesn't drool at the sight of Rob Pattinson?! Ha ha!) I
put on my favorite CD, a mix of get-your-blood-pumping-up-beat
songs, and pulled out.I was only driving closer to my destinations,
then I would be walking around all day to avoid traffic and
fighting for a parking spot. When I reached
Image, the first on my carefully-planned list, the butterflies in
my stomach went crazy. I sat in the all blck and white waiting room
for about ten minuter when a short, plump girl in clothes that were
way to tight came out and called my name in a nasal voice. I stood
up and was ment by a dirty look from plump-girl.
"I'm Tammy," she said and walked away.
Alright. She turned around,"Let's go, Mr. Polik
doesn't have all day." I was supposed to follow her. Duh!
I felt so stupid. The back of the office was a sleek and colorless
as the front. I was led to a black door marked, "Chandler M.
Polik, Talent Agent," in silver chrome. Tammy knocked
once. "Come in," rang a clear,
slightly threatening voice. Once inside, Mr. Polik, who the voice
belonged to, motioned for me to Tammy to leave. "Can't
stand thay girl. Only keep her around because she's not afraid
to kick people out. It's..." he thought for a
second."Annesly, right?" "No,
sir, I'm Ashley." I reached out my hand to shake
his. "Well, Ashley, Sir is for old people!
Call me Chandler. What can I do for you?" He paused for a
milli-second. not enough time for me to answer, "You're
not a wannabe-singer, are you? I got those out the wazoo! So sick
of the tone-death twigs!" "No, I would
like to be an actress. Or a model, but only to get connections to
become an actess." While I was talking, he had been staring at
me, like I was cattle he was thinking about buying. He kept staring
after I finished talking. Finally, he nodded mimisculey, more to
himself then me. Finally, he said,"I like
you. You're not phonie. You're fresh and new and you hair
doesn't look like you dumped bleach on your head. You've
got looks, you've got charm, and I don't know what
"it" is, but you've got it. You've really got
it." And I couldn't have been
happier.
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Posted by Mon Nov 9, 2009 3:07pm PST
Report AbuseThanks so much! But...sadly...this isn't a true story! Just creative writing!
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