(This is it, the last chapter broken into two parts both of which will be up tonight. This is the end of my career . . .not my choice . . . Im not allowed to talk about HER either . . not my choice. You see Ive been ordered to attend mandatory sessions with our company psychiatrist. Seems my boss thinks I am developing some very disturbing work habits due to my obvious addiction to something. So as a condition of my continued employment I have to see a shrink and after the first session she said FINIISH THE STORY YOU ARE WORKING ON NOW AND DONT SAY ANOTHER WORD ABOUT her OR the other one. And to think I was about to reveal them both, get that monkey off my back, start fresh, start new , but NNOOOO. I cant talk about them, mention them or even think about them (~~~yea, like thatll ever happen~). To the four faithful fans of my story I say thank you – -I did it for you, all for you. To the rest of you I apologize for taking up such valuable site space when someone else could have been giving you BnT hot love and drama.)






I was startled into consciousness by the alarm and quickly rolled over to shut it off so as not disturb the others. The others – Shorts had fallen asleep (~~no need t be kind . . he passed out~~) outside by the campfire — the doc had joined me uninvited on the small bunk inside the camper. They both would be operating on approximately three hours rest and both obviously didnt care as neither of them could be found.

I was alone in the bunk when I slapped the alarm off, and as I peeked out the window to locate Shorts, I saw nothing but a small pot of coffee over the campfire just outside the trailer. I didnt want to be late to the casting call, so I gathered up my clothes and stuff and headed to the community showers. After I finished getting ready to go and walked back to the Winni, I still saw no sign of the two juvenile delinquents anywhere.

Upon arriving back at the campsite I noticed the coffee pot had been joined by a skillet and several dirty dishes. Those two birdbrains found time to eat, so they had better be ready to go is all I thought. I entered the camper to gather up my portfolio of photos and previous acting assignments and there they were . . .Larry, Curly and Smack – two stooges and an anorexic mutt all looking at me as if I were the oddball.

Everything alright you two? I politely asked not really caring what they were up to.

Smug seemed to be the operative descriptive word this morning as all three of them just looked at me, smiled, nodded, and simply sat in silence grinning and nodding, grinning and nodding. (~~Dingbats~~)

Look, we better get going. Doc, youre driving and I dont know if you know where you are going or how long its going to take but I think we should be moving out, dont you guys? I was beginning to panic just a little as I searched for my photos and tried to get those two motivated enough to move with some sense of urgency.

Jeez, sister, Trey huffed and sighed. Take a breath and relax. Were ready, weve just been waiting for you ! He got up from the small table in the rear of the camper and moved to front passenger seat. He was wearing his signature white jeans and tight black muscle tank t. His blonde streaked hair was spiked perfectly and he smelled like Old Spice. As I watched him pass by me to go to the front, a wave of sadness engulfed me. A bad feeling, almost like a premonition of sorts, sent uneasy vibrations through my blood – I wanted to cry without knowing why.

Dr. Faith watched me as I watched Shorts and moved next to me leaving no room to escape her closeness. Her body was perpendicular to mine my shoulder pressed between her *****, and she whispered in my ear as she put her arms around my frame.

Good morning, she kissed my cheek and licked my ear. Itll be ok.

She dragged her fingers along my arm as she passed by to get to the drivers seat. I was left standing alone,(~~ well Smack was there sitting my side~~), staring out the front window of the camper as we pulled out – – finally on the road to our most hallowed of destinations – L. I continued my search for my photos and laid down in the back – fighting the nausea of motion sickness and the tears of the feeling that something just wasnt right.

We arrived at the sound studio in plenty of time with no traffic or direction problems. Once registered with the guard at the gate, doc pulled the camper into a parking space and the three of us exited and stood outside. Trey walked around to the front of the vehicle, already chatting on his cell contacting the friend of a friend who hooked him up with this gig.

I told the doc that I didnt know how these people operated – sometimes the extra shots will be done the same day as the casting since there really is no dialogue or acting involved. If that was the case here, I would be done by the days end. If not I may have to come back tomorrow. Either way I said I would call her once I knew. She said that she would leave the camper, give Smack enough to eat and head over to a small shopping mall across the street to browse and kill time. She said she was flexible and whatever happened was fine with her.

She touched my arm and hugged Shorts as he reappeared to join us – told us good luck and would see us soon. I watched her walk away and was actually grateful she was here.

Shorts and I high fived each other, pledged the music of Broadway and walked arm in arm into the studio, heading our separate ways once inside.

I made my way to the office area where the casting for the extras was talking place. It was filled with gorgeous women and men all seeking fame and fortune even if it were the smallest of starts to a blossoming career. Me, I was just there for the L of it.

Most of them were dressed impeccably, every hair in place, make up perfect.
Me, I strolled in wearing a bright floral Hawaiian style silk shirt, khaki dockers, sandals, and starfish earrings. My bifocals hanging on a leather chain from my neck just in case they did make me read something. I sat down next to a young woman who could hardly contain herself saying that she had won a contest on a hometown radio station to be in the show. She was thrilled and I was happy for her.

One by one each person was called into one of three separate interview rooms. One by one each exited within several minutes smiling or frowning checking the paper given them for their reporting time or crumbling the paper they had been given with the directions to the studio.

When my name was called, I cupped my had to my mouth and blew checking my breath. I popped a couple of Chiclets just in case and walked in the interview behind the lovely secretary who took my portfolio and showed me the way.

Even before I sat down, the rather large mustached man in a hot pink golf shirt greeted me with, So (~~he struggled to find my name in the paperwork~~), Ms Beach, you want to be a star/

I looked at him as if he were a moron, which I knew he was, I just wanted him to know I knew he was one (?) !

No, I started to explain. Actually I am an event junkie who just wants to be a small part of something bigger than life. Im hoping that if called back all I have to do is stand around, smile, and do nothing, absolutely nothing. Dont want to be a star of any kind, no sir, no star, no how no way.

He dropped the portfolio a little so he could get a better look at me. As he stared at my scar and handless arm I continued hoping to catch him off guard.

I have several types of prosthetics if you think people would feel uncomfortable around me. But the scar, well, I cant do anything about that.

His drifted back to the portfolio but I detected a small streak of red forming on his cheeks. Mission accomplished.

And if it will make you feel any better about why Im here, the thought of sleeping with you to get a part never even entered my mind. (~~He was such an obvious flaming queen that I knew he would feel absolutely incredulous at my suggestion~~).

Without looking up from the folder, he asked me, What kind?

What kind of what, I responded.

What kind of prosthetics, he continued.

I have two. One synthetic, very real looking but not functional. The other is a silver metal claw, not attractive but very useful.

Wear the metal one, he said with no emotion. He handed me directions to wardrobe and continued. Congratulations you Beach Nut youre in. Were shooting several bar scenes all afternoon long, should take about 5 hours or so. Wardrobe will fix you up and point you to the buffet. See you on the big screen.

He actually smiled as he returned my pictures, never bothering to attempt to shake my good hand. I left his office hiding the excitement I was beginning to feel as I walked through the still crowded lobby. I crumpled up a piece of paper hoping to give the others the impression I was out – didnt want them to think they didnt have a chance !



TBC real soon . . .