of nervousness gone from her eyes .
I start telling her about the movie, which was called, disappointingly, A Fairy Tale (at least until someone realized that was a really stupid fucking title and changed it .) I hope. The plot was pretty simple: bad boy meets incredibly beautiful and kind-hearted girl dressed in dark-rimmed glasses and nerdy overalls, they tutor inner-city kids together after he gets in trouble for breaking and entering the school on a dare , boy and girl fall in love, something keeps them apart, and then they meet up at the high school prom for a dance after the girl undergoes a major makeover transformation.
It was a highly original plot .
“That sounds like a terrible movie,” she bursts out as soon as I finish. She’s trying to hide her smile from underneath her hand, but I can see that her body is shaking with laughter.
“Well, it’s not…” I b luster . My phone buzzes. The car service. I click ignore, and look back at her. Hell, I’ll walk home if it means that she’ll keep laughing at me.
She stops chuckling and removes her hand . “What I meant to say was, it sounds absolutely terrible and exactly like the kind of movie I would love. I’m a sucker for high-school romances. I feel like I should have grown out of that a while ago, but I can’t help it. I’m totally obsessed.”
I’m definitely not used to this level of honesty. There’s almost no guile in her. I can’t imagine that she ever got away with sneaking into her house late at night or skipping a class; guilt would be written over her whole face.
“I think that’s what the movie producers are hoping for. That teenage gir ls, and some girls who are not s o teenaged, won’t be able to resist.”
“ They won’t,” she says with absolute certainty . “ Who’s the girl in it?”
“Cassidy Chapman . ” Cassidy was the star on a teen show , Hannah the Detective . At least I’m pretty sure that was the name of it. Basically, her character goes around and solves mysteries that the police can’t, with her motley crew of animal detective friends . While the show is absolute trash, Cassidy is certifiably famous. She even has a tiny paparazzi army that follows her everywhere. When I met her, I’d been surprised to learn that she was pretty normal and wanted to go to colleg e, but her overbearing s tage father refused to let her. I nstead, she’d been making a stream of mid-budget teen movies ever since.
She had looked at me one day during filming appraisingly and said, “You’ll get one of the big-budget summer movies one of these days, and your life will be turned into a circus. And the only thing that you’ll wish for is that you could go to a football game. ”
Maybe that would be my wish and maybe not. And maybe fame would sneak up on me one day. But then again, maybe not.
“I never watched that sh ow. But she is totally adorable. ” She nods at me and looks at me curiously. “So….what made you want to be an actor in the first place?”
I had been talking about myself for almost an hour , and there was no opportunity to turn the conversation on her. I start to remedy that, but as I look into her face, which is an open invitation, the whole story starts coming out— the fact that my parents are both in the entertainment business, my lack of desire to attend college, not knowing what I wanted to do with my life, and my love of being under the lights, whether it was on stage or in front of a camera.
“Then it sounds like acting is perfect for you. You should do the thing you’re most passionate about, no matter what. ” She nods . “What are you going to do next?”
“I really don’t know. Like I said, I need to look at some scripts while I’m here. Then, there will be a round of auditions. I have an agent who calls me pretty much every hour, so it’s not like I can choose my projects or anything. I pretty much pick the one with the biggest part that might be a good film.”
We talk for a long