Unforgettable 3 (Hollywood Love Story #3) Read Online Free PDF

amidst thundering applause. He welcomes everyone and then, without further ado, tells the eager audience, “Relax and enjoy the exciting season finale of Kurt Kussler.” As he returns to his seat, the lights dim and the red velvet curtain rises. Butterflies swarm my stomach. This is the first time I’ll be viewing the completed episode with sound effects and music.
    The crowd enthusiastically applauds again when the opening credits roll on the big screen. “Get it! Got it? Good!” they shout out in unison with my gun-wielding character at the end. Goosebumps. Wow! I seriously didn’t know they were that into Kurt Kussler . I wonder if that’s what home viewers do each week when they tune into the show.
    Following my signature line, Kurt Kussler: Season 5 Finale Screener pops up on the screen followed by: Written by Brandon Taylor. At the sight of my name, the audience yet again breaks into raucous applause, complete with cheers and whistles. I’m at once humbled and blown away. Excited and nervous. My skin prickles. For the first time in my career, I’ve been credited as a writer. This episode was my idea. My dream. My reality. One small thing’s missing—a title. I still haven’t thought of one, and the ones that were bounced around in the writers’ room didn’t do it for me.
    Another onslaught of butterflies assaults my stomach as the special two-hour episode begins. Will they like it? Playing without commercials, it’ll run approximately ninety minutes. The theater is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. I swivel my head to check out the audience; even in the pitch-black theater, I can tell they’re spellbound. I return my attention to the screen, and I’m spellbound myself. The episode looks amazing. Our editing team has done such a great job, and the state-of-the-art sound system and big screen make it even more compelling to watch.
    Close to the conclusion, Katrina, who I’ve all but forgotten about, whispers in my ear. “Darling, I have to use the restroom.”
    “Fine,” I whisper back. “And don’t bother coming back,” I add silently.
    Letting go of my hand, she rises and exits. I’m glad to be rid of her. My eyes stay riveted on the big screen, and my stomach muscles clench. The romantic tension between Kurt and his assistant Mel is heating up. Something that’s always been there, and now at last, it’s coming to a climax. I wrote this scene so quickly it was as if the words were flying out of my brain. Or perhaps my heart. Emotionally, it’s hitting me so hard I’m not sure I can watch it. My chest tightens painfully. And then, BANG! It’s over! Loud gasps fill the theater along with audible sniffles and sobs from female audience members. The screen fades to black. The lights go back on while uproarious applause and chants of bravo bellow in my ears. I turn my head. Holy shit! A standing ovation! I’m overwhelmed. It’s almost as big a moment as winning the Golden Globe.
    Blake gives me a man hug. “Brandon, they fucking loved it! Congratulations, man!”
    My fellow cast members and the production team also congratulate me with exuberant embraces. I give a special hug to my co-star, Kellie Fox, whose extraordinary portrayal of Kurt’s impassioned assistant Mel contributed so much to the impact of this episode.
    “It’s Kellie’s night as much as mine,” I humbly tell everyone.
    “Oh, Brandon, the finale was wonderful! Totally heart-wrenching!” Blake’s teary-eyed wife Jen gushes before smacking my face with a kiss. “It’s really a shame Zoey couldn’t be here.”
    Her words hit me like a punch to my gut. My Zoey . Yes, she should have been here. That was my intention—to have my adorable assistant experience the episode with me. To show her what she means to me. My eyes flit to the vacant seat next to mine. Katrina’s still MIA, but I don’t give a damn. I’m glad she missed the gripping, emotionally charged climax. That scene belongs only to Zoey. She may be six