paparazzi will be present at dinner. I smile and go back into my bathroom to add a little more makeup, and swap out my lip gloss for one that makes my teeth look whiter. Itâs hard work looking this good, and itâs always nice to get fair warning thereâll be cameras on you. My BFF may have checked out completely, but I still have to be on at all times.
Chapter Three
Josh
Itâs your mother. Again.â Ally holds out the phone as if the fifteenth time will be the charm. Itâs been a week since âYvetteâ mentioned that dumbass reality show, which means a week of ignoring her calls. Sheâs getting desperate to shove me in front of the sleazyass producer sheâs suckered into this stupid idea.
âWell, you can go ahead and ignore it. Again.â Iâm sexting with a waitress from one of the clubs I went to last week, trying to get a new topless pic to use as my wallpaper, and I donât have patience for this shit. âDid you confirm my flight to Miami?â
âConfirmed the flight, and that Ronen will be here in time for your pre-flight beauty ritual. I
also
confirmed your audition this afternoon, so please actually show up to this one. I know you donât seem to care about booking anything for some reason, but you
do
realize your personal income flow is pretty lacking, right?â
âYou remind me every fucking day,â I growl, but I can barely even hear it. The phoneâs no longer ringing, but the echo of itâand my motherâs nagging voiceâare bouncing around in my head like a fucking game of Ping-Pong.
âDo you need an Advil?â
âIâm fine. You can go.â
âIs this about your mother calling?â
I lift my head from my phone and glare at her. âMy psycho-bitch mother is none of your concern.â
âIt would help if youâd tell me
why
sheâs suddenly calling you every hour.â
âNot much you can do unless you can get her a job so she can get over the idea of me doing a shitty reality show with her.â
Ally freezes. âYouâre doing a reality show? Seriously, Josh?â
âCertainly not planning on it.â My phone beeps with another text, and I glance down hopefully, but itâs just the waitress being boring and trying to get me to come back and see her first. Fuck that.
âGood, because thatâs a ridiculous move. I
know
you can land at least one of these jobs. If you start with reality TV, youâre gonna be done for life.â
âTell me something I donât know. And tell my mother, too. If you canât do that, keep ignoring her calls.â
It looks like she wants to say more, but she doesnât, and I donât ask what sheâs thinking. Sheâs not usually one to keep her opinions to herself; Iâll take the gift of her silence where I can get it.
âYou can go home whenever,â I add, since she doesnât seem to quite get that I donât need her in my face anymore. What I
do
need is another drink or five, maybe a lap dance, but Iâve got a photo shoot tomorrow for Aspen, the designer jeans brand that keeps me in first-class tickets to Miamiâand on major billboards all over the countryâand I need to squeeze in a workout and a decent nightâs sleep. Contrary to what I tell every blogger and reporter who asks, my cut body doesnât perfect itself.
A few more clicks on the laptop she totes around, and then she closes it with a sigh. âFine. But you
need
to show up to this audition today. And you might want to think about looking at places closer to LA, anyway. Once you
are
working more regularly, youâll realize what a bitch it is doing this drive every day.â
âSubtle.â
âIf youâre looking for subtlety, I think you hired the wrong assistant.â She slides the laptop into her bag and stands up. âGo over your lines. Kick some ass today. Land the part.
Then
you
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