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Chapter 1
     
    Hi, I’m Lola. And yes, that’s my real name. I go by Lola Vixen. Though that’s not real; the Vixen part that is. I moved to Los Angeles exactly 1 month ago to be an actress. I thought I would’ve made it big by now. Well, not exactly blockbuster big but small commercial big. But I haven’t even been on an audition; in fact I haven’t even been able to find an agent. And I’ve got $50 to my name. I’m staying with my best friend and her parents in a place called Silver Lake. It’s okay. Not exactly Beverly Hills, but I don’t exactly have 90210 money either. So here I stay until I make it big.
     
    “Hey Lola,” Tikki called out to me from the kitchen. Tikki is not the name she was given when she was born but one she decided to give herself. She thinks it makes her more alluring to men. I think it just sounds stupid. Tikki and I met in college, we both went to Penn State and we were matched up as roommates.
     
    “Yes, Tiks?” I called back to her, thankful that her parents were out. Well, they weren’t both really her parents. It was her dad and his girlfriend. Neither of us liked the girlfriend but what could we say or do? It was her dad’s life!
     
    “I met a guy at the club last night and he gave me his card and said to contact him if I was ever looking for acting work.”
     
    “Really?” I perked up and grinned at her as she bit into an apple.
     
    “Yeah.” She grinned and handed me a card. “You should call him.”
     
    “You sure?” I grabbed the card from her hand. “I’m going to call him if you’re sure you don’t want to.”
     
    “I have no interest in being an actress Lola. I’ve lived in this city too long to even try.”
     
    “Okay. That’s one more audition for me then.” I ran to my room and sat on the bed. If I didn’t get this part I was going to have to get a job. I sighed as I lay back on the bed. I didn’t want to be a secretary and type all day and I certainly didn’t want to be a barista. I groaned at the thought. I didn’t want to follow the normal path of actors and actresses in Hollywood. Waiting tables was not for me. I wasn’t patient enough, or nice enough and I couldn’t see me getting any big tips. I think that was what brought Tikki and I together: we were both bitches. In the nicest way possible of course. But we said what we thought and neither one of us cared about being popular or well liked. Tikki wanted to be a DJ and that was why she went to clubs all the time. She was always trying to make friends with the bartenders and bouncers so that they could refer her services. And it usually worked. Of course it helped that she was hot, long red hair (dyed) and big blue eyes. She also had a curvy body and didn’t care who saw what. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up in LA.
     
    People called us ‘The Bombshells’ when they met us. I had long black hair and big blue eyes and a body that went on for days. At least that’s what creepy guys told me. I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or not. I’m a bit self-conscious. You should know that about me from the very beginning. I used to be overweight and not a couple of pounds overweight but more like 30 pounds overweight. Okay I lied, more like 40 pounds overweight. And it wasn’t puppy fat or the Freshmen 15. I just liked to eat good food and not much exercise. I still do actually. That’s why I’m not stick-thin and most probably why I haven’t gotten any parts as yet.
     
    I’m not ashamed of my weight. I’m a healthy size 12 right now. I lost about 25 pounds when my last boyfriend dumped me. I couldn’t eat much because I was crying so much. It was a bit of a disaster and it was the reason I finally moved to LA. Tikki had been telling me to come out since we graduated from college 3 years ago but I hadn’t wanted to move because I thought my ex was going to propose to me. It turns out I was wrong. He was more interested in sleeping with his sister’s best