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Only in Hollywood By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter one "Hey," Gary said as Danny answered the phone. "Almost ready? Your mom just pulled out." "Very funny?" replied Danny. "And you would not want to see me like this? Now hang up and let me finish getting ready." "You're kidding?" said Gary. "Don't you read your text messages?" "Ahhhh not when I'm in the shower or doing my hair?" joked Danny. "Now seriously, please let me go so I can finish my face and I'll see you later, ok?" "No, seriously," Gary said. "I'll be there in ten minutes, so watch for my text when I pull around back." "Ten minutes!" Danny ran over to the window and realized his mother's car was gone. "Shit, she is gone! I can't finish getting ready in ten minutes. I'm supposed to have another forty, and that's cutting it close." "Sorry babe," said Gary. "Your mom just left, so we can stretch it to maybe fifteen or eighteen at the absolute most without taking chances before she gets back, but that's cutting it close! I checked the rink's calendar on their website and the figure skaters are off by eleven. Your sister's skating practice is ending a half hour early because of a game, and you know how crazy these places are with limited ice time." "Then I have to get undressed, Gary," replied Danny, panicking. "Tonight just won't work then. I can't get ready that fast." "Just breath, and you'll finish in the car," said Gary. "It's not like I haven't seen you in the process, right?" "Well yeah but..." Danny started to say. "But nothing. It'll be fine," "So stay calm, think about everything you need to finish, and then stuff it all in your backpack." "This is crazy, Gary," said Danny, getting upset. "I don't even know if I can do this, and that's without any added stress." "Relax and just make sure you take everything you need," said Gary, calming him down. "You know I think you're already gorgeous without a stitch of makeup, so pack your stuff and I'll be at the back of the driveway with the lights turned off." "Oh jeez," gulped Danny, looking around the room for what he needed. "That's my girl, Danielle," said Gary. "Now take your time, but hurry up and I can't wait to see you babe. Bye gorgeous." "Holy shit!" gulped Danny, running around his room like a chicken without a head and then was next door to his sisters room, grabbing some things. In no time he filled his backpack with his cosmetics case, stockings, his pocketbook and a series of girl's products and then ran back into his sister's room, sitting at her lit vanity, smoothing his foundation. His hands were shaking as he contoured before brushing on some blush and then kept staring at the clock as he tried to calm his nerves, struggling to apply his eye liner. "Calm down Danielle," he told himself, taking out some wipes and wiping away the crooked lines. "You're making a disaster." He had to stand up and look out the window, taking a deep breath that Gary's car wasn't there and then hurried into the bathroom to check his hair. He pulled a clip off a hot roller, dropping down a section, already knowing the answer that his hair wasn't fully set yet as the roller was still warm and then rerolled the curl, putting the pin back in. He turned on the vent switch, hearing the motor click on and then bent over towards the floor before saturating his head upside down with his mother's hairspray. He ran back out again, checking the clock and then out the window, still having a few minutes so he returned to the vanity to work on his eyes. He cracked his knuckles before stretching his fingers, trying to get a grip on his angst and then got himself under control, lining his water lines with a black pencil. When he finished, it was almost calming to glide the liquid liner across his upper lids and then worked with his shadow applicator at the outer crease, blending as he jumped back and forth. He appreciated the artistry of creating a dark, smokey eye, and the entire experience of making himself into Danielle, as slowly but surely his eyes became inviting. He blinked endlessly, making sure every shade seemed so perfect, almost lost in his work until he smiled, happy with the result, taking out his brow brush. In his mind he was really not a cross dresser or something even more serious, instead just a young man still getting into character and learning how to transform himself. He had kept his brows manicured even in his regular male life, being a bit of a neat freak, but he took his brow brush to define them even more. When both sides were coated with a touch of color to his liking, he took his sister's lash curler from her drawer and then almost peed his pants glancing over at the clock, realizing he'd lost track of the time. He panicked, temporarily absorbed by his own inner vanity, closing the drawers and making sure nothing was out of place before shutting the lights off on her make up mirror, hurrying from her room. Out the window he saw Gary's car hidden at the back of the driveway and double checked the clock, knowing he was now a minute past when he should have been outside. One last time he checked his own room, knowing it was now or never, and then looked up, seeing his phone buzzing on vibrate as Gary was calling. Never had he been so scared in his life as he answered the phone, staring at himself in his dresser mirror, partially made up in his sister's dress with his hair in curlers. "It's go time, babe," said Gary. "Now be careful, don't be nervous and I'm sure even not fully ready, you're a knockout." "Oh my gawwddd, Gary." Danny shivered. "You're sure about all this, right?" "Never more sure, beautiful," said Gary with confidence. "Now I'm hanging up, and hurry up. She'll be back home soon, and would you rather your mother catching you dressed up in the house?" "I'm coming," said Danny, hanging up and tossing his phone in his backpack. Once he zipped it, he tossed it quickly over his left shoulder, ready to pass out as it took all his strength just to slip on his sneakers. There was no time even to tie them before he grabbed the rear straps of his sling back pumps in his left hand, heading out his room's French door onto his little balcony. He softly closed the door, making sure not to slam it and then stepped over the rail onto the trellis. It was a climb he had made a dozen times sneaking out of the house from the second floor, yet never before in a dress. When his feet touched down on the path, he glanced in the family room window, making sure his father was asleep as always in his recliner, typically never making it to the end of Thursday night football. Even seeing him reassuringly passed out, he still ducked, hurrying past the window and then Gary pulled up the car a bit with the head lights out. The quiet fancy BMW motor would still be loud enough to cause him to want to throw up, but he did his best to stay calm, tossing his sneaker behind the trash cans next to the garage door and getting inside. "Ok, go," Danny urged, softly closing the door. "And don't look at me yet." "Fine, but I already saw you, and you look freaking hot to me!" said Gary, closing his eyes and pointing his face towards him, puckering his lips. "Kiss me hello and we're gone." "Stop! Come on, before anyone sees me," said Danny, pushing his face away, panicking and sliding down in the seat. "Please just go before I have a heart attack." "Tinted windows babe, and one kiss," replied Gary with his eyes closed, leaning down further. "Time's a wasting, girl." "Asshole," smiled Danny, leaning in and kissing him softly and then pushing him away. "Now go!" "Uuummm nice," sighed Gary, enjoying the kiss and then putting the car in drive. "You got it!" Slowly the high end, jet black BMW pulled out of the driveway with the lights off and the motor softly purring as it turned onto the street. When he snapped his lights on near the end of the block, Danny again slid down in the seat, seeing another car approaching as they stopped momentarily at the stop sign before turning away from any trouble. "Was that them?" gulped Danny, afraid to look over the dashboard and shielding his face. "No, but this is," said Gary, as Danny quickly slid down again before he started cracking up. "That wasn't them, you jerk?" whined Danny, punching Gary's arm as he poked up his head. "Stop." Gary was cracking up, shielding himself from another. "Well no, but this really is?" "Idiot!" moaned Danny, putting his head down before slapping and punching him this time as he staying down until he felt the car turn down another street. "Easy, you're a lot strong than a regular girl, you know." Gary was still laughing as he turned and pulled over. "And while you're down there?" "Ah, you definitely got the wrong girl, dickhead," said Danny, sitting back up straight and punching him even harder now. "Did you want me to really hurt you now?" "No, I surrender! I surrender," laughed Gary, taking his hand and leaning over, touching his face. "You know I'm a lover, not a fighter. Come here babe." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Danny as they both enjoyed the extended lip swirling until finally Danny pushed him back, trying to compose himself. "Ok, please don't do that anymore, or I'll never get ready," said Danny, shaking off the goose bumps. "Drive please." "Sorry," Gary replied with a smile, pulling away from the curb. "But we're in no big rush now that you're out of the house. The club won't be hopping until well after midnight anyway, so take your time." "Ok, but the longer I sit and think about this, the more chance I'm chickening out," said Danny, trying to quell his angst. "Just drive to a quiet well-lit spot and pull over, ok?" "Of course," nodded Gary, reaching over taking his hand and rubbing his thumbs as they drove. "I know a spot." They drove down to the highway, getting on and then off within five minutes at a large well-lit rest stop. "Ok this is good and pull under that big light near the back," Danny ordered as Gary pulled the car into a spot and he folded down the lighted mirror in the sun visor, twisting his neck around and touching his rollers with his fingers feeling them. "Are all the little red lights off on the hot rollers in the back?" "I think so," said Gary, taking a look. "Ok," said Danny, taking a breath and pecking a kiss. "Now just shut up and let me get my shit together." "Yes ma'am." Gary made a zipping motion with his finger and then turned up the radio a little. Danny leaned over into the backseat, grabbing his back pack and unzipping it, pulling out item after item until out came a big makeup case that he placed down on the center console. Once he opened it, the passenger dashboard became his vanity as he spread out all types of cosmetics, quickly getting to work as he squeezed his lashes between the lash curler. When he was satisfied they were curled to his liking, he opened a package of false lashes and pulled the first one from it's plastic holder. "Here, make yourself useful and just hold it gently by the middle of the lashes," said Danny, handing it to Gary. As he held it as instructed, Danny squirted the glue across the edges and then took a second to blow on the glue. "Don't tease me like that," joked Gary, enjoying his lips blowing his way. "Yeah, and don't get crazy," laughed Danny, handing him the other one, repeating the glue lining. After a quick puff of air was launched through his lips towards the second one, he took a small brush to his own lashes, separating them while the glue had a chance to get tacky. After some quick combing back and forth at each eye, he grabbed the first lash from Gary, softly pinching, holding it with his tweezers. Just that fast he carefully pressed it on and smoothed the edges before removing the second from Gary's grasp. When they both sat perfectly in place cemented down to his liking, he unscrewed his wand, dipped it in and out before attacking his lower lashes. He had put plenty of time already into his eye makeup before a lash had even been touched, yet the perfectionist in him now had him returning to thickening his eyeliner and making some fine adjustments to his eye shadow. Across his cheeks went a shimmery powder, instantly bringing a glow to his cheekbones as he sucked in his face and twisted to each side, continuously making sure each eye and cheek were in perfect symmetry. When finally he put down the series of brushes and he knew the glue on his lash line had dried fully, he returned to his eyes one last time, blending the long false ones with his own with a curled mascara wand. Three or four times he rotated from one eye to another and then it all slowed down now when he took a brick red pencil, outlining his lips. Like a cartoon artist, the sharpened point now expanded his already full lips as he stretched and contracted them until their full shape was defined. When he unscrewed a tube and took a brush to the color, his focus was Picasso like, painting in the reflection of the small sun visor mirror until not a millimeter of his bare lips existed. He was almost trance like, awaiting the red wine lip stain to set, staring into his own blue eyes, inspecting for a minute before closing them and misting his face with a setting spray as he could no longer find a flaw in his work. He gave a glance towards Gary now without uttering a sound, snapping the sun visor shut and then pressing the seat adjustment, sliding back his seat. When the motorized function had pushed it back as far as it would go, he unscrewed the cap of his nail polish and placed his left foot on the dashboard. One by one his natural toes began turning burgundy as the pungent polish smell filled the car. There would be no objection as Danny reached over, blasting the heat on his side of the car and directing it down towards the floor as dropped his left foot down under the makeshift dryer before lifting the right to the dash. He rotated with one foot up and one foot down through a couple of coats of color before eventually the clear glossed top coats had been added, then both feet were cautiously placed on the floor. While he wiggled his toes on both feet under the heat, out came a package of pre-colored nails as he began measuring the various sizes against his own. When he selected the five best fits from the twelve options, he placed a pair of each in finger order on the dash and then pierced open the glue. One by one he squirted the five second nail glue drop atop his natural base, and then pressed the long pointed nails on. When finally he released the pressure on his left thumb and fanned out his fingers, he leaned back, placing both his feet on the dash. A gentle touch to make sure his toes were no longer tacky was all it took for him to turn off the heat and then he winked at Gary before leaning over and planting a soft kiss. "No lipstick on you, tough guy?" teased Danny, touching Gary's lips and then folding down the sun visor again, checking his own lips now, smiling large and checking his white teeth. "Let's just hope I can get this shit off later." "Why would you want to?" smiled Gary, licking his lips. "Because showing up at school tomorrow with my lips like this could be an issue?" Danny leaned in and kissed him again. "Well that and I think my mother might not take too kindly to it either?" "Who cares?" said Gary, loving the kiss. "You look amazing Danielle, and I never mind anything that touches your lips to rub off on mine." "So I've noticed?" smiled Danny as Gary leaned in now, planting one more quick kiss. "And looking amazing in curlers? Now you're really full of it ,so save it for when you get a real girlfriend again, and stop distracting me so I can get this crap off my head." Alex dug through backpack again, now pulling out a plastic travel case and then sat it open on the dash board before taking out a big can of hairspray. He glanced into the side view passenger mirror before rolling down the window and then stuck out his head like a panting dog, before stretching his right arm out with his finger on the trigger, saturating his head. He patted his head now as he brought it back in, checking the stickiness on every section before rolling up the window and then again digging through his backpack. Out came a package of hose now as he ripped open the plastic wrapping and then cautiously rolled them up in his hands. Once they stretched over his left foot and then the right, he lifted his butt off the leather seat, sliding them up his legs before awkwardly hiking his dress and pulling them beneath it. It was already tough enough to do with his sharp nails in place using his knuckles and now twice as hard in constrictive sports car. After a tug here and a twist there, they were finally pulled up across his panties and beneath his skirt. After one moment to straighten his dress and reposition his butt on the seat, he folded down the mirror again and pulled the first clip from the left side of his hair. He tossed in the elongated u-shape clip into the side of the canister and then down came the first curler as he twisted it from his hair. He was a little uneasy, never having curled his hair like this before let alone having to fix it in a car in front of Gary. Either way though it wasn't like he could stay like this, nor did he want to watch the youtube training video on his phone's small screen again, so he began filling the holder with curlers. When the sides were down and were now sitting in thick spring like coils, the insecurities he had struggled with earlier began affecting his nerves. He could feel himself growing anxious about ever having left his house like this in the first place, as he was much more comfortable at makeup, yet that was only one of a number of components needed to step out as Danielle. "You ok?" said Gary seeing him looking really nervous. "No I am not ok?" snapped Danny. "I'm not even sure what the fuck I am doing here, Gary." "Uumm, I think just taking out curlers and you look almost done?" said Gary, reaching over and rubbing his arm. "Thanks' for the wisdom, hair guru?" said Danny, rolling his eyes and pointing to the curlers still left rolled down the middle of his head. "You mean I'm not supposed to go out like this? Damn, I thought you'd thought I looked hot with a curled fauxhawk, and aren't Mohawk curls are all the rage these days?" "Well I'm not sure if they are or they aren't, but you're so damn hot like that you could easily start the trend," said Gary, taking his finger and kissing it. "Yeah right? I'm an actor, not a sucker, you jerk," laughed Danny, squeezing Gary's hand with his damp finger and then pecking a kiss. "And I'm sorry. I'm just nervous!" "Don't be," said Gary, looking into his eyes. "Easy for you to say. You know I've never done my hair like this before. Or been out like this in my sister's dress!" Danny looked away and then looked back at him, letting out a breath. "So please just be patient with me! Please?" "I am. Now we're still fine on time, and I have no doubt everything will look amazing when you're finished," said Gary, softly touching his leg. "And you know you're way more than an actor to me?" "I know, but I'm still not sure about that either, ok?" replied Danny, looking into the vanity mirror getting back to work, starting to separate his curls on the left with his fingers. "Acting to get a part is one thing, and even helping you tonight another, but I'm not sure where the two of us are headed?" "So you're telling me I should return the engagement ring?" joked Gary, cracking himself up. "Absolutely not! I'll hock that shit and buy myself a car like this," laughed Danny, working his fingers through the other side of his hair. "But in all seriousness, you know what I mean. We've been sneaking around after the auditions or seeing each other or whatever the hell this is for two weeks now, and I'm not sure what the hell we're doing here?" "No I get that," nodded Gary, sliding his finger up and down his forearm gently as he was separating curls. "But I'm kind of hoping they'll be a lot more to it. I know that you know that's how I feel, Danielle?" "Well I guess? Especially since you're the first and only guy that's ever called me Danielle?" said Danny, turning and kissing him. "Then yes I guess I do." "How lucky am I then?" smiled Gary, kissing him back. "Very," Danny kissed him again. "Since also you're the only guy I've ever kissed." "I know, but I'll be jealous soon," smiled Gary, leaning back in before Danny turned, pulling way his face. "Maybe really jealous!" "Ok way to wreck the mood here, dumb ass?" said Danny, shaking his head and returning to his hair in the mirror. "Sorry, I didn't mean tonight, Danielle," said Gary, grabbing his hand before he could pull out the first crown roller. "I mean... you know... once you get the role." "Oh but tonight will be much more intense than that, won't it moron?" said Danny, pulling away his hand and looking at him like he was an idiot. "They'll be no retakes if I flub a line or fuck up!" "More intense sure, but you're so damn good at this shit, it'll be over quick I bet," replied Gary, reassuring him. "Once you get the part, you'll be kissing some assholes every week and all season during rehearsals, plus filming the episodes. Come on, I never had to stand and watch strangers kiss my girlfriend before." "You really just said so many disturbing things all at once that I don't even know where to start, Gary," said Danny, pulling out the first roller right behind his forehead now as his hair dropped into his face. "Oh if I did then..." Gary began, not knowing what to say. "Then nothing. Please just shut the fuck up before you do more damage you can't undo," said Danny, pulling out the next one at the middle of his head. "Just go through my backpack and hand me my brush and comb, please." "Yup," gulped Gary, as he took down the final roller near his crown with all this hair in his face now. "So look I'm really not sure what I'm good at honestly, and the only guys I've seduced were in front of cameras with lines written for me. I was acting, and so were you and the other idiots that pretended to fall all over me while I was flirting," said Danny, lifting his hair with his fingers and teasing at the roots a little at the crown of his head. "But tonight? Doing it in a club as an actual girl? Who the hell knows if I can pull it off with this guy that stole your girlfriend? We both know the guy is good looking, and girls will be into him, plus I told you already maybe I won't even be his type?" "Trust me you will, and you know you will. You're almost everyone's type?" said Gary, again touching his thigh. "Beautiful. Voluptuous. Sexy. And that's without anyone even talking to you. Sure I'm man enough to admit he's a good looking guy, but you're already too hot for him?" "Ok, you laid it on thicker than I laid on all this makeup, so chill out on that bullshit," said Danny, gently brushing the top of his hair across at the crown very cautiously, not to disturb the style. "I'm as voluptuous as these expensive fake studio boobs make me, and believe me sexy will not be in my sister's vocabulary if she catches me in her dress." "Maybe not, but she'll be long asleep in her bed while that douche bag tries getting you in his. Now you look freaking amazing in her killer dress and wow!" said Gary as Danny turned towards him with his curls now properly arranged and brushed out. "Your hair came out even better than I thought! Holy shit, Danielle!" "Yeah, I was kind of worried about that too when I took down those rollers," smiled Danny, softly stroking it off his eye and fussing a bit with his fingers. "Chalk one up for youtube and my mom's hot rollers." "Well I think you'd have looked just as beautiful with you hair flat ironed or up or whatever, but my ex-Larissa keeps her hair like this now in loose curls, and maybe even got this new look since she's with him. I just figured it's safer, and that's his type anyway?" said Gary, reaching over and touching his face. "But no matter what, I'm confident he'd be into you?" "Yeah you were so confident that you had the studio trim all those inches off the back of my hair yesterday so it's straight across now, added like fours layers and bookmarked six videos on my computer for me to study?" Smirked Danny, questioning him before leaning down and putting his foot in his right shoe. "My mother thought I was studying for school, and instead I'm watching how to do makeup video shit half the night." "Well you were studying? And the videos yeah?" smiled Gary. "But the haircut was all them, and commitment for the role. I just..." "Just influenced, strongly suggested and yeah.. yeah.. yeah save it! And will explain this to my mother once I get the part, because I've been avoiding her like the plague with a baseball cap on my head and she will notice eventually," said Danny, putting on the other shoe. "She notices everything, and even in a pony will notice I got a haircut that I fought her about not getting about three weeks ago." "But it's still long, and now she should be happy you listened?" said Gary, touching it. "Yeah and she's cool with long, but now it's got way more shape like a girl's cut so that part will be a toughie to explain," said Danny reaching around on his shoulders. "Curled it's almost like a long bob, barely hitting my shoulder blades. Trust me, she'll know the difference but I'll figure out something and that's if my sister doesn't notice first." "Well you're going to have to tell her once you get the part as Taylor Blanchard anyway?" reasoned Gary. "What the big deal? You played a girl in the HS play two years ago, and now you'll do it again." "If I get it, of course and she'll be thrilled after all the auditions I've done in the last year or so. None of course like this part, so maybe disturbed as well. Definitely my dad will be uncomfortable when he finds out I'll be kissing boys, even if he accepts that I'm playing a boy who has become a woman," said Danny, putting in his earrings. "In sophomore year, it was out of necessity and a challenge by my teacher. He's the one that made me, and told my mother even before I knew about the role. My hair was long, but that is when I started really growing it very long. But now this? My dad will think I'm gay I guess?" "Well?" smiled Gary, chuckling as Danny's hands were under his hair fastening his necklace. "Stop," Danny quickly pulled one out and smiled as he did it. "If I pop a nail now, you'll be getting a black eye and telling everyone a girl did it, so that does not make me gay, does it?" "No it doesn't, babe," smiled Gary. "You're all woman to me." "You mean except for the silicon you lent me," laughed Danny, cupping his boobs and then holding out his wrist. "Now shut up a second and snap my sister's bracelet closed. This clasp gives me the hardest time even without my nails, and I'd dead if I lose it." "Yes dear," teased Gary, fastening the bracelet and then another. "Anything you want?" "Thanks, but I think I'm about ready." Danny jiggled his wrist with the bracelet secured and took Gary's hand. "But all I want is help getting the part, and maybe one last kiss before I put on my lips gloss." "Well that you were getting with or without the lip gloss," said Gary, leaning in as their tongues entered each other mouths, swirling as they enjoyed a long more firm kiss now. It broke once and then again as they looked into each other's eyes before softly kissing one last time before Danny looked at him gently, nodding and checking his face in the small mirror. "Wow, sexy boy," smiled Danny, taking a breath and then folding down the mirror again. "That was really nice." From the dashboard, he unscrewed a gloss tube electrifying his lips with the clear color and then rubbed them together before tightening the cap before looking over at Gary, raising his brows. "Wow is right?" smiled Gary, fully tented now. "It gets better every time with you." "Easy, stud." Danny grinned, knowing Gary saw him glance at it before taking out a small perfume spray, spritzing his wrist. "Not that I didn't love that kiss, but I'm hoping my career as an actor lasts at least that long." "No chance," said Gary, taking it from him and spritzing Danny's neck before nibbling the area softly. "Hey?" sighed Danny, smirking as he enjoyed the nibble and the invigorating smell up his nostrils. "No seriously I mean it," said Gary, leaning back getting serious. "I'm sorry but I've been thinking it about it the whole time tonight and I think we need to face facts that your career as an actor is going nowhere?" "Wait, what?" asked Danny, dumfounded as his neck snapped towards him. "You're telling me I just spent all this time getting ready to do this for you and you're not backing my acting anymore? We just made out, gave you a woody and I was just about to go pick up a stranger for you?" "Well correct on all accounts except the one about me backing you babe," said Gary, unable to keep a straight face now. "Your acting career is over though, because you're about to start killing it as an actress. While you were sitting there fussing with your curls, I got my pretty girlfriend an audition for a commercial next week." As Gary turned his phone towards him, Danny was stunned, reading the text message, scrolling through Gary's phone and then tossed it aside as a huge smile filled his face. "Oh my gawwddd I hate you," squealed Danny, raining down a series of punches on Gary before almost hopping on top of him, hugging him and then kissing him repeatedly. "Ok, ok! We already established you're tougher than me, and get off me before my zipper rips in half," said Gary laughing as Danny was all over him. "I can't believe you?" said Danny, softly touching his face as he settled back in his seat. "You're helping me with both things! Being Taylor Blanchard and a commercial? Both parts?" "Yup!" smiled Gary, nodding. "As long as you take some anger management classes and promise not to hit me again." "Deal, and thank gawwd its only the gloss," smiled Danny, wiping his gloss from Gary's face and then pecking one soft kiss. "And some bruising?" joked Gary, rubbing his arm when he pulled away. "Well maybe," smiled Danny, folding down the mirror, wiping the stray gloss off his own face. "And you know you called me your girlfriend again right?" "Well yeah?" nodded Gary as Danny fixed his lips again. "I guess it's kind of ok, though you didn't need to say that?" said Danny, fussing with his hair. "We both need each other right now and both have our selfish motives. You don't need to throw shit out there like that though?" "I know you may or may not want that, but I wasn't," replied Gary looking over at him. "How about we save that for another day, and do not ruin my lips again," said Danny, softly just pecking him. "You might get back with your girlfriend if I do my job tonight, and I honestly have no idea what I want." "That I doubt on both counts, Danielle?" said Gary, touching his hand. "But what I do know is thanks for doing this, you're beyond beautiful and I'll be here when you come out tonight." "I know you will, and give me a second," said Danny, taking his pump spray and opening the car door. He swung his legs from the car and then took two steps before bending over with his hair hanging to the floor. He swung his hair continuously with his head upside down before returning to standing upright, flipping his hair around spraying. He took a moment now to check his dress and stare down at his pumps, strutting a few steps away from the car and then turning back, taking a few more before finally hopping back in. "Ok one second, and we're gone," said Danny, putting things back in his makeup case and then loading his pocketbook. "Sure, babe," said Gary, getting excited and beginning to back up. "Hey, did I say drive yet, and I'm certainly not your babe tonight, am I?" said Danny, snapping at him and patting his leg just inches away from his obvious hard on. "Sorry," said Gary, nervously putting the car in park and enjoying the touch. "You're acting right now, and didn't just snap on me, right?" "Good actresses snap right into character so just do what I say and don't fucking question me again if you know what's good for you," Snarled Danny with some attitude, folding down the vanity mirror again and sliding his tongue across his white teeth. "Before you know it I'll be out of this car and then you can go snap off your own little problem while you wait for me?" "Whatever you say, boss?" replied Gary as Danny looked away, leaning back and loading his back pack. "Now that's better," teased Danny, reaching over and giving a more firm squeeze to his upper thigh now with his nails just inches away from his crotch before pulling away his hand and leaning the seat back a little, staring at his eyes in the mirror. "Ok now shut the fuck up and drive. I've get my mind right in bitch mode." 3 Weeks Earlier................. "Daniel Huntington, Greg Jones and Michael Robinson," said a man, standing up with a sheet of paper, addressing a waiting room. "Congratulations for making it to the last cut, but thanks fellas and better luck next time. We'll be in touch if something opens up and Brandon Jones, please follow me." The three guys got up dejected, congratulating Brandon who had seemingly gotten the part and then went their separate ways, exiting the studio's waiting room. When they got outside, Daniel began dialing his girlfriend to tell her he was not selected, but then got nothing but her voicemail. "Hey Claire, I was just checking in and was thinking maybe that if you weren't busy later give me a call," said Daniel, looking to go blow off some steam and maybe have something else blown as well to calm his nerves, or better yet cheer him up. "So, Danny, right?" said a young man, approaching him and extending his hand. "I'm Gary Lucas. Would you have a minute?" "Well, I was just heading home," said Danny, shaking it and then noticing the ID badge hanging from his belt. "But sure! You're with the studio? Are they thinking of me for something else? I'll be an extra, no problem. I just want to jump start..." "Easy man," smiled Gary, motioning with his hands. "Jump start your career? I know everyone here does." "Sorry, I'm a little bummed," said Danny. "I just thought I had that one." "Well I'm told you were close," said Gary, opening a folder and looking in at a report. "According to the director, you were third. So the understudy's understudy if there was such a thing for that. But the thing is, there isn't." "I'm better off," said Danny shaking his head. "And where did you get that? I thought only casting people see that stuff and I didn't see you at all the whole week?" "Well I've seen some of the video, but more importantly let's just say I know people? Kind of important people, and I'm working on a different project that I have a substantial investment in that might have an interest in you," smiled Gary, closing the folder and folding his arms. "So are you willing to talk or what?" "Absolutely!" replied Danny, getting excited. "Cool?" said Gary, reopening the folder and reading. "So it says you turned eighteen a few months ago, you're a high school senior and your only experience is high school plays." "Yes sir," Danny nodded. "But I have been an extra a few times, but really just walking in the background. That's on my resume if you have it there." "Yup, saw that," said Gary. "And also if I'm right, you took off about twenty pounds for this role?" "Well about twenty two pounds as of this morning, but I didn't get it anyway, so I can put it back on no problem," said Danny. "I'll hit the gym again. I'll do whatever it takes for a role." "Well don't mind me, but I'm guessing you're about one thirty five?" Gary asked, pulling up his t-shirt. "And do you even know why you didn't get the role?" "Not really, and one thirty two, I think?" said Danny. "They didn't say much?" "Well, your acting was really good according to this, but they thought you looked a little soft," Gary was reading. "Seriously, soft?" said Danny, rolling his eyes. "They wanted a young rocker? Someone that was skinny, drugged out and looking like he partied all the time. I've got the long hair, and I know i kicked ass on the British accent, because they told me I did, so I'm not sure how that translates to being soft, but I wish someone could explain that?" "I said they you looked a little soft," smiled Gary. "That means your features, but for what I'm searching for and the attitude kind of works too." "I'm sorry," Danny was thinking he just screwed up. "I didn't mean to have any attitude." "Save it," said Gary, holding up his hand. "So if I get you an audition for something I think might be right up your alley, would you be willing to drop maybe another ten?" "Ten more pounds?" said Danny. "Seriously?" "Or as close as we can get to it?" smiled Gary. "Yeah seriously? You said you'd do whatever it takes for a role, or was that bullshit?" "No, I'll try," Danny answered. "No, forget I said that. I can do it. Yes Mr. Lucas. I can. I can do even more if you want." "Good, here's my card and see you a week from Monday. Studio 88 at 4pm, so that should be enough time after school," said Gary, patting his back. "Absolutely! I'll be there?" replied Danny, all excited. "What else do I need to know?" "Well, I can't tell you a damn thing yet, but in time," said Gary, starting to walk off. "Diet, no weight lifting and don't cut the hair, Danny."