Welcome to 1926. The beginning of Hollywood.
But for actress and petulant diva Victoria Singh--a woman who's gone from rags to riches, it's all but a dream. With movie sets, interviews, parties, and events, she has her hands tied while still dealing...
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"Guess who made it to the front page Miss Singh?!" Danny came up from behind me, closing my eyes at first as we both felt that sweet electric shock. I giggled, putting down my drink that Levi had whipped up for me while sitting at the bar.
We all had been just enjoying each other's company at 'The Hollywood Lounge' after the rather eventful award show last night, and I hadn't felt more rewarded in life lessons than a silly ol' trophy. "Um...is it Charlie Chaplin's new comedy special?" I asked jokingly.
He snickered in the same way. "Um...is Victoria gonna be looking for a new assistant?"
I laughed, shaking my head. He knew good and well that I fired him from being my assistant. He was truly one of the best ones I ever had, but I also knew that the love for writing unmatched any of what I wanted. Because what I wanted was for him to be the writer he always dreamed about.
"Actually no! I decided my plate is not gonna be full unless I allow it, and I do it myself." I let out.
I heard Eddie gasped. "W-w-what? What do you mean you'll be doing this on your own? Now that people love you for once, we gotta bank on that doll!"
"Now wait a moment Eddie, I'm not gonna say no to every event in Hollywood." I assured. I heard him sigh in relief. "But I'm also not gonna be forced into going anywhere unless I approve of it and feel willing. I've taken care of myself before fame, so I know I can do it again." I explained.
"Ugh, fine." He muttered. "Levi! Give me another double!"
"Got it buddy!" Levi shouted from the back.
Danny chuckled. "Excuse me? This was surely not the point I was making when coming over here..."
"Oops! Sorry sweetie." I winced shyly, grabbing his wrist and caressing it.
"This is definitely going to take some time getting used to, having the same gal calling Danny that." Nate then spoke as it sounded like he was crutching his way toward us. I nodded happily.
"Again! Nate! Not the time! Especially what I'm about to do!" Danny defensively uttered.
"Do? Do what?" I became mystified.
Sighing a bit distressed, he removed his hands from my eyes as I saw exactly what he was showing me at first. It was the LA Times newspaper. And front page was Danny's article: 'The Dark Side of Hollywood; A hard hitting expose on two men who went from producers to prison. Written by Daniel Collins, Head Journalist of the LA Times.'
Smiling warm and excitedly, I spun toward him happily. "Oh my gosh! Danny, this is incredible! I knew I saw the newsboys out there actually cheesing for once selling papers."
"I know! It's the third most amazing feeling I ever felt!" He chimed.
"Third? What's the first?" Shelly now wondered, handing a few drinks to other customers.
