Hollywood Dreams
(Part I)
written by Zycho32
Date: 9/3/39 (Set approximately 24 days after Cats Don't Dance)
I'm calmly looking out the bus window, seeing only grass, some trees, a few hills, but it's generally not that scenic. Not when you have bigger obligations.
I'm Jake Anderson, Jacob Ryan Anderson. I'm just a 16 year old kid who has a few obligations to accomplish in Hollywood. That's right, Hollywood, land of all those famous movie stars.
What am I here for? It's a long story, and right now, I’ve just exited the bus because we arrived. I'll try to explain as soon as I can.
As of right now, my luggage consisted of one yellow sweater, teal shirt underneath, teal pants, and white shoes. Oh, I also have 32 dollars in my pocket. I decided, why not do a little sightseeing? I therefore began walking the streets for no particular reason, than to satisfy my own curiosity about this place.
I wasn't expecting to bump into anybody at the time. However, when I was crossing the road, I noticed a cat walking in the opposite direction.
Judging by his clothing, I’d assume he was from maybe Indiana, Ohio, or somewhere else close to those states. White shirt, black (or maybe deep green) vest, black pants, and what appeared to be a boater. I also noticed that he doesn't wear shoes, which seems to be common for animals, not wearing shoes, I mean. I began thinking about the profit most shoe companies would have if they would design some shoes that would fit animals perfectly. If I was in any deeper thought, I wouldn't have noticed a car come flying by, straight for that cat!
I did the only thing I could do. I dashed right at the cat, and sent him flying out of the way. Unfortunately, I was to meet the fate of being run over.
Instinctively, I leapt into the air, maybe I could jump over it. I only got my body halfway above the hood before it collided with me. I'm not sure who made the art of using flips, spins, somersaults, and combinations of both for a few small reasons, like an Olympic sport, but I’m pretty sure whoever did was in the crowd when they saw me flipping and spinning, and eventually falling on my butt after the aerial show. I must have been in the air for about 7 seconds, or was it 5? Lost count half-way through the flips.
Anyway, the cat helped me up. "Thanks." He said. I just replied, "No problem." He then proceeded to walk with me, but in his direction. Not that I minded, since I wasn't going anywhere very important. Anyone could tell I was severely limping from that accident that just occurred.
"What's your name?" The cat asked.
"Jake." I replied. The cat held out his hand, so I did what any natural person would do. I shook that hand. "I'm Danny." He said.
"Nice to meet you Danny." I politely said, then doubled over. "I think I’m going to be sore for a while."
"Maybe you should sit down for a while, until the pain goes away?" He suggested. I took the advice, and sat down on a nearby bench. Man, my butt hurt like heck! It felt like someone had taken a 50 foot boot to it! It felt like someone grabbed a gigantic flyswatter, and just swat at it! I........okay, I’ll shut up about THAT.
A 4-letter word comes to mind, and it isn't ouch!
"You going to be alright?" He asks me. What a dumb question. "When exactly would you guess that I’d be alright?" I asked sarcastically, "Because with my luck, every car around will try to run me over now!"
Quite a few people think I’m very animated. That's just when I’m no longer in any normal circumstance. Otherwise, I’m a very shy kinda guy. Today was not a normal day, however.
"Well, if you think you're doing okay, then I’ll just be on my way." The cat said. "Okay then. See you around Danny." I replied.
And that's when he walked away. I figured I’d probably never see that cat again. He'd just be another face I saw.
Boy, was I wrong!
Date: 9/6/39
It's raining. It'd be much better if I had a place to stay.
Remember that bench I parked my butt on after I got hit by the car? Still sitting there. This is the first time it rained while I was staying here. Yesterday, I had bought this used umbrella for about 7 dollars. The salesperson said it was a bargain price. Judging from the amount of holes, it was a rip-off.
I figured that I might as well go for a stroll. So I got up, dusted all the water off of my butt, and began walking.
Today, very few people were out on the streets. I guess everybody else preferred a sunny day compared to a rainy day. Too bad I can't say the same about myself. I always liked the rain, it gave you a sense of security, especially when you were in your house.
Somebody caught my eye today.
I remember what that cat looked like 3 days ago, and from what I could see that wasn't blocked by the red umbrella, this was a exact match. The pants matched, the feet matched, what I could see of the shirt matched, all of that.
That would just mean nothing if the face was different. And I was about to find out in 4.....3......2.......1....... That's when the red umbrella dipped upwards, allowing me to see who he was.
Well, I’ll be, it IS that cat! "Hi Jake."
"Oh....hello......what was your name again?" I asked.
"Danny. And you look like you need a place to stay." He replied.
"That's a big understatement. I'm not too sure how much it costs to rent a room for a while, but I’m very sure I don't have enough to cover for it." I explained.
"Did you even check the prices?" He asked. I shook my head, the stupid idiot that is me.
He didn't say a thing, he just offered me his umbrella. It's only logical, since I was a few inches (JUST A FEW INCHES!!!!) taller than he was.
That's odd isn't it? I'm not that big compared to him. I am a human, he is a cat, I should be several feet taller than him. I guess this is why I can communicate with animals his size better than anybody I’ve ever heard about that is or was human.
Along the way, he started a conversation. "Haven't you tried to get a job yet?"
"No, I wasn't really going to be here that long." I replied. "Besides, I’m only 16. What kind of jobs would be available for a kid my age?"
"You'd be surprised Jake." He replied.
"So, what about your age? You look a bit like 19...."
"24." He replied.
"Oh. You look a bit younger than that." I said. No response. He probably didn't know what words to say.
"You're not staying very long?" He asked.
"No, I’m just here to find my brother, have a good chat with him, and be on my way. Perhaps you know him." I said.
"I doubt it, I’ve only been here about 4 weeks myself." He replied. "And I’m here to stay. Who is your brother anyway?"
"Johnathon Anderson. Blonde hair, about 6 feet, and at times, he's full of himself." I explain.
He chuckles a bit. "Nope, I haven't seen anyone like that." He said with a smile. I smile back. It was always a bit nice to reflect on the shortcomings that my brother had, such as his ego.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"El Greco Hotel. There's a vacant room next to mine. It would give you a decent place to stay until you find your brother." He replied. "And I’ll pay the first week or so for you."
"Danny," I said, "I have some money to spend...."
"And what if finding your brother takes longer than you thought?" He asked. He had one hell of a point. "Well, then I suppose it'd be nice to have a little extra around for emergencies...."
"Exactly." He said, smiling. "Now let's get you that room." We walked down that rainy street.
Things were beginning to look up.
Date: 9/7/39
I felt better. I felt much, MUCH better.
When I arrived in my newly rented room, I was surprised at such an offering. The drawers were filled with extra clothing of many sizes and shapes and designs, of course these designs weren't fancy. Luckily for me, I was able to find a teal short-sleeved shirt (My other teal t-shirt was soaked with my other clothing), and regular black pants that fit me fine. They even had a hat. The hat was teal. This place had very good taste, in my humble opinion.
Another good look around revealed that there was a bathroom too. Even had a phone, and a desk table. When I had the chance, I dialed home to tell my mother and father that I had arrived. Needless to say, they were overjoyed. Well, put yourselves in this position; You have a son who's only 16, and he's going to Hollywood on his own. Wouldn't you feel scared?
Anyways, after that, I went to the bathroom, and took a shower. I needed it badly. I don't really think I was stinky, but I had to admit I had a certain odor around me. Almost like paint.
That's when I realized I had sat on wet paint the first day I was here. Of all the rotten luck.
Oh well. At least I got the smell off.
I changed into a pair of white socks, the black pants and teal shirt, then I found a white sleeved shirt. I decided I could put that on when it was too cold, as if it could get very cold in California.
Do you have any idea how good it feels to be inside a warm place while it's raining or snowing? I do. I was born in a cold place. Being in such a warm place gives you such a sense of security, as if it wrapped itself around you like a blanket.
And then I fell asleep as I was looking out the window, watching the rain. So now it's morning, the sun is out, the rain has stopped, and now some jerk is knocking on my door, while I’m still trying to sleep!
"COME IN!!!" I yell out, mostly from irritation. It also proves to be a reasonable test.
You see, if the tone of a person's voice drives the other person away, that other person is considered weak-kneed. If he stands his ground, he's strong of will.
Danny must be strong of will, either that or he's taking some kind of medication. How can anybody, human or animal, smile so much? He just opened the door, so I had no choice but to get up off my lazy butt.
"Sleep well?" He asked. I just nod, not really in the mood to speak in a normal tone. That only takes about a few seconds.
"Um, listen Danny...." I begin, "I know I wouldn't be where I am right now, and I’d still be sitting on that bench if it weren't for you, so, I have this obligation to thank you." I hold out my hand, and he shakes it. Now I’m smiling.
"No problem Jake." He said. "I was just going for some lunch."
"Lunch? It's lunchtime?" I ask. He nods. "Neat, I’m up early today." I said.
So, I take the hat with me, put it on, and walk out the hotel with Danny.
"Hey Jake," he said, "No offense, but you look rather.....odd. With that hat on and what you're wearing."
"Hey, it's a derby hat. And it's teal. I like both of those things." I said, with a joking expression, letting him know that I’m not going to take that badly.
"Speaking of derby hats, we're going to the Brown Derby." He said.
"Brown Derby?.....Oh! That's were all the fancy Hollywood stars eat!"
"Correct Jake." He replied, smiling. "You might not like their selection."
"Bah humbug! Anything's fine with me!" I defiantly say.
"Bah humbug? Isn't that a line from A Christmas Carol?" He asked.
"Yeah, so?" I reply. He just shrugs.
"Okay, let me get this straight, you're only here to find your brother, chat with him a bit, and then leave?" He asked. I nod. "Sounds like a waste."
"Can't reach him on the phone, he doesn't call, doesn't even write letters. I wanted to see if he's alright."
"That's understandable, I guess." He said.
And that's when we arrive. The Brown Derby was aptly named. The roof was a big giant derby hat! And brown too! I can't help but wondering if New York has a dining place, called "The Top Hat".
Anyway, as we walked in, I can't help but notice how well this place looks on the inside. It's designed for comfort, from what I could see. It’s a quaint little place where plenty of Hollywood stars could kick back, relax, and have their lunch, especially if the press wasn't following them.
Today there weren't very many people here. I dunno why, maybe it was a break day, or something like that...where'd Danny go?
Oh, there he is. He's hugging someone. Another cat, Persian female, if I'm not mistaken. Let's see, she's wearing a simple business suit. It’s a bit reddish, with a yellowish dress under it.
Judging by the hug, I’d guess they are friends. But I dunno.....there's something in that hug that makes me think otherwise, like there was some romantic relationship between them....
"Hey Jake." The sudden mention of my name caused me to snap out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I ask. "Jake I'd like you to meet Sawyer." Danny said. Sawyer puts out her hand. "Nice to meet you." She smiles, I smile back as I shake her hand. "The feeling is mutual."
"Anyway, Jake is the one who kept me from getting run over." He said.
"Really? Maybe someday you'll pay him back." She said.
Then we proceeded to sit at a circular table. We sat in a triangle formation. Then the waiter came in and took their orders, then mine.
"I'd like a hot dog, just ketchup, and LOTS of ketchup." I said. He just looked at me with this 'are you stupid?!!?' look on his face. Strike one.
"Um, okay....I'll take a couple doughnuts." Another odd look. Strike two.
By about now, I was laughing nervously, and beginning to hide under the table. "Er, um, ... you wouldn't happen to have any plain tomato soup...would you?"
He begins writing that down in his little notepad. HOME RUN! Then he walks away to get the orders.
"I told you, you wouldn't like the selection." Danny said, showing a sly smile. Sawyer was smiling too.
"And I still say bah humbug to that!" I replied, banging my fist on the table.
"Bah humbug... Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Arguably the most favorite line for mister Scrooge." Sawyer said.
"Good, very good." I said. "Been a while since I read that."
Silence for a couple of minutes for me. I noticed that Danny and Sawyer had moved several inches together, and were making idle chatter, which I wasn't sure if I should intrude in. It seemed like the kind of conversation that was private. Besides, they were speaking low enough to the point where all I could hear was faint mumbling.
Then the orders came in. I just sipped at my soup, getting used to the hot liquid.
"So Jake," Sawyer said, "Danny tells me that you're here because of your brother."
I nod. "Maybe I know him. What does he look like?" She asked.
"He doesn't associate with actors, or any kind of movie business." I said.
A couple seconds of silence.
"He's pretty good." Danny said. "Didn't even tell him outright."
"Hate to break it to you Danny, but I think he knew the moment you guys walked in here." Sawyer replied.
"And you'd be correct Sawyer." I said. "Anyway, he's blonde, about 6 feet tall. Full of himself on a few occasions."
After a few moments of deep thought, she shook her head. "Nope, I’m afraid I haven't seen him." She said.
"I told you, he doesn't associate in the movie business. He thinks it's too fake. I'm inclined to agree with him." I said.
They didn't reply.
"I mean, it's not the actions involved, it's sometimes the dialogue involved. To dramatic in some cases. And sometimes, the roles are cliché." I continued.
"I'll have to agree there." Danny said.
"Actually, you're only about half-right." Sawyer interjected. "You see, the movies are meant for entertainment, not really meant to be perfect, and a lot of movies that come out aren't cliché, and the dialogue is on the mark."
"Hmm.....you have a point there." I replied. She did have a point. Either that, or I never really gave it that much thought.
By about now, I was finished with my soup, and they were only about half-finished with theirs. "Well, if you fellows don't mind," I said, standing up now, "I'm going to go, all right with you?"
"Sure." Danny said.
"Bye Jake." Sawyer said.
I had just turned around when the waiter approached me. "Excuse me sir, your bill." I read the price. "HOLY.....!!!!!!"
The bill, by my account, was about twice as much money as I had at the moment. I sank back into the chair, face VERY white. I felt as if someone had shot me.
"Hey Jake," Danny said, snatching up the bill, "Don't worry, we'll pay for this."
I laughed lightly. "O...okay." I got up, and walked out with just a faint wobble.
I can't take high prices very well.
Date: 9/8/39
Still no luck. I still haven't found John yet. Now I was starting to worry. Had he been hurt, had he gotten lost, had he gotten himself killed? Endless possibilities.
Anyway, in order to take my mind off such things, I went out for a walk all over Hollywood, you know, see the sights and such. After about a couple of hours of non stop walking, I bumped into someone, sent us both to the ground.
"I have got to stop meeting people like this." Sawyer said. That's who I bumped into.
"Cliché quote." I replied. We both got up, dusted ourselves off, and began to walk. "How's life been Sawyer?"
"About the same." She replied. "Actors lead the same kind of lifestyle. Rehearsals and living in your own homes."
"Oh, so you're an actor?" I ask, she nods. "And Danny, he's an actor too?" She nods again.
"Gee, first two friends I meet, and they are actors. Huh, I wouldn't be surprised if......." I stop for a moment. "Um, you two weren't part of that Chinese Theater show, were you?"
All she does is give a smile, which answers my question. "Geez, you are!"
"That's correct Jake." she replied. "I take it you're not upset."
"Why would I be upset?" I asked. "Well, there are still quite a few humans who are a little sore at what we did." She replied.
"Well, I sure ain't. In fact, Hollywood needed that barrier broken. In fact, everything needs their barriers broken nowadays." I said. "By the way, how did Danny fit into all of that?"
"He kind of gave us a jumpstart a few times. First time went under. You heard about the Ark incident?" She asked. I nodded. "That was the climax to the first jumpstart. He did the second at the Chinese Theater."
"I would take it he wasn't liked very well at the time." I said.
"No actually. Many put the initial blame on him after the incident." She replied.
"Did you?" I asked. This caused her to look away. "I'm sorry, I treaded on thin ice, didn't I?" She didn't respond for a moment.
"Well, I didn't really put blame on him. In actuality, I felt kind of sorry for him." She replied.
"And now, how do you feel about him?" I asked. I felt like a reporter, whose job literally is to rip a regular person apart by asking these very personal questions, but what can I say? I wanted to know this.
She stayed silent, so awkwardly silent, that I may have broken through that thin ice that I had mentioned earlier. I decided that I’d better be on my way. I did, however, put it in my mind to apologize to her as soon as I could.
A couple hours later, I was sitting around in my temporary room, minding my own business, when Danny arrived. There was something up, I could tell because Danny didn't have the kind of smile that he had carried since I had met him. It was a bit less of a smile.
"Hi Danny." I replied. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing much, just talked with Sawyer a while ago....." He said. I got his point instantly.
"Look, Danny," I replied, "I just wanted to know what goes on between you two."
"Curious?" He asked. I nodded.
He sat down on the chair next to the desk and began to think a bit, most likely for a way of explaining this relationship that they have. I guessed he must have been gaining an idea due to the increasing smile on his face.
"Well Jake," he said, "I'm not sure there's a good enough way to explain, so I’ll do this. Try and find out for yourself."
"A dare?" I asked. "No, merely something that you can do during your stay." he responded.
I smiled back. "Okay, that I will do."
Date: 9/9/39
Another call to my family back in Wisconsin. Still no word, or even a lead to my brother. Just another day in Hollywood, I guess.
I promptly decided to go get a bite to eat. Since it was noon, I decided to get a hot dog.
Okay, I don't like hot dogs, I don't even love hot dogs, I LOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE hot dogs! Anybody who knew me also knew that I’d do anything for a hot dog.
Okay, so maybe not anything. I'm not prepared to have a girlfriend for a hot dog, unless it was one hell of a hot dog.
Anyway, I ordered two hot dogs, just ketchup, and heavy on the ketchup, I might add. I was munching on one hot dog, while I was holding the other in my right hand, when I saw Danny and Sawyer walking over towards me.
Sawyer didn't look upset. Perhaps she was just a bit stunned from yesterday. It'd explain her cheery attitude today.
"Hi guys." I said, taking another bite out of my first hot dog. "mmrfff mrrrfffrrmmmfff?" ((TRANSLATION: What's happening?))
"Well, there is an audition for a movie later on today. Maybe you'd like to come along?" Sawyer asked, right out of the blue too!
I was so surprised that I choked on my hot dog! No, seriously, I WAS choking on my hot dog! I was wriggling on the ground, making a bunch of weird sounds, and all that jazz.
The hot dog vendor guy, Joyce, smart for someone working as a vendor. He got me back onto my feet....
Then puts one of his big hands into a fist, and POW! Right in the stomach!
I wound up spitting out the hot dog piece that was lodged in my throat, and then doubled over, still coughing like crazy. If it weren't for the fact that Joyce had just saved me with that punch, I’d have knocked his lights out, after I recovered, of course.
After making sure I was alright, Joyce quickly handed me back my other hot dog, which I had left on the vendor stand the moment I was choking. He then went back to his vendor to continue his business. Such a shame, I really never tried to get to know Joyce. He's like one of those faces in a crowd. You never know who those faces really are.
Anyway, when I got enough air to answer, I said, "Well, I suppose so. I haven't found my brother yet, and I could use a diversion."
"Then let's get going." Danny said. "These auditions can take hours."
So, we walked off to Mammoth studios. As we approached the gate, I began to wonder if I really should take a shot at the movie business.
I have several choices, as far as the movie business goes. Heck, I have TONS. From directing to extra to stunts to cameras to acting. I could do ANYTHING in the studios. The only problem is, I wasn't interested.
At least, I wasn't interested in that, until I went through those gates.
Mammoth studios was like any other studios actually. The only thing separating this studio from the others was its reputation. Mammoth studios had kept turning in hit after hit after hit, despite the fact that a certain egotistical child starred in pretty much all of them.
That's when I said, "I think I’ll take a shot at the auditions."
Their eyes widened a bit. "Seriously, I want to try."
They just shook off whatever they were thinking, apparently deciding it wasn't worth probing me for answers.
"By the way, what exactly is this audition about?" I asked.
Danny shrugged. "Normally, they keep the movie title secret, but I hear it's somewhat original."
"Good, no western." Sawyer replied. "To tell you the truth, I've gotten sick of playing those western female roles."
"I just said it was somewhat original Sawyer." Danny said. "That means something may be different, maybe a role, or a scene. Not the entire movie."
She didn't respond. I decided it was okay to speak. You never want to get into a catfight.
"I just hope there's a comedic character." I said. "I think I’m best when playing one of those characters."
"Odd, you don't strike me as a comedic character." Sawyer said. "A bit too shy looking."
I brushed that ever-present section of hair that covers part of my right eye, smiling. "I guess you have a point."
So, we walked into the right studio, a fairly sized one at that. I noticed only about 35 total people were here. "I figured auditions had a lot more people than this." I said.
"This is only for the staring roles Jake." Danny said. "The supporting cast comes tomorrow, then all the small roles and such afterwards."
"I might as well take a shot at the starting roles." I said. "Although, a supporting role would do better for me, but this is only one time, right?" I seemed so sure of myself.
"A warning to you Jake," Sawyer responded. I turned to look at her. "Acting will grow on someone over the span of time." A simple statement, perhaps a bit too short to be considered powerful, but I also noticed she had a way with words and her voice, that made me believe it somewhat.
The rest of the day went by kind of fast. I selected a role that I thought fit me best, (no comedic ones, so I picked the best shy type I could see) and started reading them. I think I did rather well, compared to the other 7 who were competing against me for this role. I dunno, I still felt I was only giving a 50% effort. I wasn't really into this, because all I wanted to do in this blasted town was to find my brother, chat, and get the ^%$^*$ out of dodge, as the term applies.
Anyway, it was about 4 in the afternoon when we exited the studios and began walking home. Or was it 5? I'm not too sure because it went by THAT fast.
We decided to grab a bite to eat, this time at a place called Pinky's Diner. Just a small diner, nothing fancy. Very cheap, well, cheap compared to the Brown Derby.
Something else was on my mind at that time however.
The relationship between those two cats.
I gathered up what I had seen when those cats were together, and didn't really find anything conclusive. The scene in the Brown Derby suggested something beyond friendship, but not much. It was, after all, just a hug. Their conversation I couldn't hear either.
After that, I didn't find much. So that takes us to right here at the diner. I must keep my eyes and ears open, and not look like such a suspicious sonuva....I went a bit too far that time.
Anyway, I noticed they were once again in a discussion. Still couldn't hear it, but there was something different. For one thing, there was only about half a foot of distance between them. It was 4 feet at the derby.
Another thing I noticed was their eyes. At the derby, they were looking at several places. This time, they were staring AT each other. Actually just their eyes. They were staring at each other's eyes. Or was the phrase 'INTO each other's eyes'?
Oddly enough, I did NOT have any clue yet. I mean, someone HALF my age would figure it out, the "GROSS!" sound not necessarily included.
Yeah, yeah, I’m a romantic moron, at least when trying to find romance.
Anyway, I stood silent, and was munching down on a hot dog (they actually HAD those here! Well, it's 10 times more expensive here than at the vendor, but it tastes just as good) and sipping some soda for the entire time. I can't exactly recall what they were saying, not that I was still paying attention. The taste of a hot dog will no doubt draw me in like a moth to a flame.
Oops, I just hope all the moths in the world don't hunt me down and beat the crud outta me for that one.
After we left the diner, however, they put me into the conversation.
"So Jake," Sawyer said. "How do you think you did?"
"If you mean a percentage, I’d guess near 50%." I replied.
"That bad?" Danny asked.
"No, I mean my effort. I didn't really want to try. It felt like a half-something or other performance."
"That kind of performance and you got that much applause?" Sawyer asked. She had been listening in, since it wasn't her turn yet. Danny had already finished and was waiting for us near the exit.
Actually, I never really heard the applause, since I was in my own little world, while I was reciting those lines. You know, I zone out occasionally, whenever something is on my mind.
I began wondering, what if I got 100% percent?
Never mind, I might be in a world of crud if I overdo it.
"Ah, what does it matter?" I asked. "I'll be gone in a couple of days."
"Not if you get the part." Danny remarked. "Gimme the odds." I shot back.
"With your performance, 2 to 1." Sawyer replied.
TWO to one? Only TWO to one?? God, I must have been better than I originally thought!
"I've gotta think this over. See you tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sure. Bye Jake." They replied.
So, I turn around and head back towards the hotel. However, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. Of course, it's those two cats, but what they were doing...
They looked like they were kissing!!!
Now, how do two cats start kissing in the 1/5th of a second it took me to turn around? Simple. I wasn't looking at them when I was talking. For the whole darn conversation, I was looking at anything but them.
I'm pretty sure you can imagine such a scene. Arms around each other, bodies connected, or at least half an inch apart, eyes closed, and lips DEFINITELY connected! It wouldn't be a kiss without those lips connecting.
Yep, NOW I knew what they were. They were more or less Girlfriend/Boyfriend, but I wasn't going to blurt it out. I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose.
Maybe that's what Danny meant when he said, 'try and find out for yourself.' Maybe that's how they explained their relationship.
If that's the case, then I can just walk to the hotel and into my room, without a care in the world, which I did.
So, a couple minutes later, I’m lying in my temporary bed, thinking about a lot of stuff. My brother, this town, those two cats, that audition, those hot dogs, all kinds of stuff.
So, what should I do? If I somehow managed to get the role, I’d spend about half a year or more in the movie business, WAY too much time. But then again, Sawyer said I was pretty good...
Yet, I had this funny feeling that things will just go wrong. You know, like a major disaster or something. I may just screw up big time, and get kicked out of that business as fast as I got in.
Then of course, there's my brother, only, now I can just find him during all of this, have MORE than one chat, and when the movie is done and made, I’d just high-tail it outta there!
Sounds like a plan to me.
My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was what Sawyer has said to me earlier.
"Acting will grow on someone over the span of time."
Time to see if that's true.
TO BE CONTINUED..............