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hello." He remembers my name; my voice ! I briefly catch myself swooning like a schoolgirl, before I shake myself out of it, and get back on track.
    "Yeah, I uhm, thought I'd get in touch about this role of yours."
    He waits. I wait. The silence is killing me. With a spluttering cough, I continue:
    "Is there a casting office somewhere you want me to go to, or -"
    "No," he barks back, interrupting my nervous train of thought. "How about you meet me in town first. There are a few things I need to make clear."
    I listen intently, pressing the phone against my face as tightly as I can while he gives me the address of a restaurant. I assume he's picking up the bill.
    "And, one more thing Miss Everett," he says, finally raising his voice to an enthralling high, "I'm looking forward to seeing you again."
    His words strike a strange and worrisome chord within me. I gulp, loudly, finding a knot in my throat that spitefully stops me from answering his final words, and he hangs up duly. Looking forward to seeing me again ? Given everything; my unrelenting and obvious attraction to this man, the unworldly and unimaginable power he holds over my fledgling career, and most of all, my absolute and irreproachable desire to find out just why he did what he did this morning, I'm not so sure I look forward to seeing him.
    Seven PM tonight, at a restaurant whose name I scrawled so nervously inside my cell. I look to my open wardrobe, and already know what I'll wear; my dark blue dress, strapless, and similar to Carissa's red one in everything but color. Something a little more... me.
    "Carissa," I say lightly, poking my head around the corner of the living room, finding her deep inside some indecipherable law textbook. "You haven't told anyone about, you know, Daniel Grant, have you?"
    "What? No, of course not," she answers, her eyelashes fluttering innocently, and her square white front teeth glowing in the luminescent light. Without another word, she buries herself back inside her book, apparently unconcerned with how my call went. With an empty mind, I take myself back to my room, and throw myself back upon the bed, replaying my morning's audition over and over, and over again.
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    I hate Los Angeles at night. For a city full of stars, you wouldn't know it by looking; the smog and fluffy pollutants belched into the sky by a million cars chokes up any watching stars in the night, bathing us instead in a dull miasma of thick, warm humidity. That's why when I managed to arrive at this address in one piece, I already loved the view. I’m a little out of town, elevated just high enough to escape the fumes, and close enough to the hills to see the big, white iconic 'HOLLYWOOD' sign without my glasses.
    I got myself here twenty minutes early or so. There's not a chance in hell I'm going to be delayed by police chase or a crash or a gridlock or whatever the hell else the roads of LA have in store for me tonight. The restaurant itself seems nice enough; French dining, apparently. I wouldn't know much about good food, considering that Carissa and I live on a diet of noodles and popcorn. You know, the thing that strikes me most about this place though - dimly lit, hidden away inside the court of a set of towering well-to-do office buildings - is how low key it is. The streets are illuminated by dim orange lampposts, and the final moments of the Sun on the horizon can't find their way through the hills.
    I dig into my bag, taking a nervous look around as if I were rehearsing a role in some hackneyed spy movie, and find my cell phone. I know I said I was going to go into this meeting with no preparation, but I can't help myself.
    Daniel Grant was born thirty years ago to a classical-era movie magnate and his scriptwriter wife, who died just after he was born, according to a cursory glance at his wikipedia page. Inheriting the family fortune, he was the pioneer of that loved-and-despised Teen/Werewolf/Slasher movie trend. You