S T A R L E T T E
Written by: Angelia M. Pitts
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As high school senior Holly Parker, a tall, honey
blonde, with bright green eyes and a high wattage
smile, stood center stage for her fourth curtain call,
she basked in the standing ovation and the roaring
applause. She decided, at that moment "This is it,
this is what I was meant to do with my life." She
would become an actress, the greatest the world would
ever know.
Two weeks after graduation, armed with great ambition,
two suitcases filled to capacity and five thousand
dollars, a graduation gift from her parents, Holly was
on a plane headed to Hollywood. During the plane
ride, she fantasized that as soon as her feet hit the
tarp, they would all come running because, of course,
they had all been waiting, with bated breadth for her
arrival.
However, reality set in like a hard right hook across
her pretty face, when the plane landed and she
discovered that she was just another struggling fish
in a sea of wannabes.
So, She made the rounds, casting calls, casting
couches, itty parts, partial nudity, B, C, D, E and F
movies, feminine product commercials, "Do you ever
just not feel fresh?"
Five years later. By now, she was a lot more jaded
but was still holding on to the hope that "that" role,
the one that would shoot her to stardom on a rocket,
was just around the corner.
And then, an invitation to a party at a major
director's house via a friend of a friend of a friend
who knew somebody. "Do you wanna?" "Of course I do."
And so she went.
Holly "borrowed" a designer dress from the wardrobe
department of a movie where she had only had a small
part. "Hopefully, they won't notice that it's gone
for the night." She said through a misleading sexy
smile to the security guard who had a crush on her so
he helped her sneak the dress out.
That night at the party, everyone who was ever anyone
was there and she worked the room with a fierce
determination inspired by her ambition, the negative
balance in her checking account and a looming rent
payment. She reasoned that if success in Hollywood
depended more on who you know than what you know then
she was going to know everyone and everyone was going
to know her before the end of the night.
Then, three glasses of champagne later, nature was
calling. She tried to let it ring, not wanting to
miss one single opportunity to schmooze but before
long she found herself doing the pee pee dance down a
hallway in search of a facility.
She opened door number one, a den "That's not it."
She opened door number two, a kids bedroom "That's not
it." She opened door number three, the master bedroom.
"That's not it." But what she saw put mother nature
on hold.
There he was, Chance Logan, taller, darker and even
more ridiculously handsome in person than he appeared
on the big screen. There he was, the biggest, highest
paid, most handsome actor in Hollywood making love on
a king-sized bed with the most beautiful...man she had
ever seen in her life.
Holly stood there, unable to move her body from that
spot or her eyes from his eyes. He calmly got up,
draped a robe around himself, walked over to her,
looked her in her eyes and asked "What's your name?"
After taking a moment to snap out of the daze she has
fallen into, she managed to mutter, "Holly, Holly
Parker." He examined her from head to toe then asked
â€Who are you?†Dumfounded she replied, â€Nobody, just
an actress. Or at least, a wannabe actress.†Then
with a calm flash of his two million watt smile, he
replied, "Well Holly, Holly Parker, you are about to
be Hollywood's next big thing."
Act One. Two weeks later, Holly Parker found herself
arm-in-arm with Chance Logan walking a red carpet at a
Hollywood premier as paparazzi scrambled for pictures
of her and everybody whispered and wondered "Who is
she?" and "Where did she came from?"
"Yes she's an actress." Chance would stop and proudly
announce to the pretty entertainment reporter who had
shoved a microphone in his face "But she's more than
that, she's the love of my life and we are deeply,
madly and truly in love. She is the light of my life
and the air that I breathe. She is the one I've been
waiting for my whole life"
Act Two. Soon, their faces where everywhere, on
everything and they were interviewed by everyone.
They cuddled, they kissed, not a photo-op did they
miss.
And soon, Holly's manager's phone was ringing off the
hook, the offers were flooding in and she was
accepting all of them. She was the 'IT' girl and
everybody wanted a piece of her. While she was
playing "that" part the one that was shooting her to
stardom on a rocket before an unsuspecting crowd.
Act Three. Soon, the "couple" citing became fewer and
farther in between. And whenever either was asked of
the other's whereabouts the response from both was a
well rehearsed, heartfelt "Oh they couldn't be here,
they're working."
And soon the speculations, followed by the subsequent
headlines "Is America's favorite couple in trouble?"
splashed across the tabloids.
All the while, Holly's star kept rising and rising and
rising. And then came the role, the one that would
carve her stardom in stone. And then the rave
reviews, the Oscar buzz and the nomination.
And then, the announcement that would shake the
entertainment world "It's Over." In separate
interviews through sad expressions they each recited
the ever popular "It was a mutual decision." "We're
both just so busy right now." â€Conflicting schedules.â€
"We'll always love each other." "We'll always be
friends."
Three months later, as Holly Parker stood on stage
clutching the Oscar she had won for â€that†role that
had carved her stardom in stone, she reflected on the
real role that had won her this Oscar.
The end.
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Written by: Angelia M. Pitts
Registration #WG1073397
As high school senior Holly Parker, a tall, honey
blonde, with bright green eyes and a high wattage
smile, stood center stage for her fourth curtain call,
she basked in the standing ovation and the roaring
applause. She decided, at that moment "This is it,
this is what I was meant to do with my life." She
would become an actress, the greatest the world would
ever know.
Two weeks after graduation, armed with great ambition,
two suitcases filled to capacity and five thousand
dollars, a graduation gift from her parents, Holly was
on a plane headed to Hollywood. During the plane
ride, she fantasized that as soon as her feet hit the
tarp, they would all come running because, of course,
they had all been waiting, with bated breadth for her
arrival.
However, reality set in like a hard right hook across
her pretty face, when the plane landed and she
discovered that she was just another struggling fish
in a sea of wannabes.
So, She made the rounds, casting calls, casting
couches, itty parts, partial nudity, B, C, D, E and F
movies, feminine product commercials, "Do you ever
just not feel fresh?"
Five years later. By now, she was a lot more jaded
but was still holding on to the hope that "that" role,
the one that would shoot her to stardom on a rocket,
was just around the corner.
And then, an invitation to a party at a major
director's house via a friend of a friend of a friend
who knew somebody. "Do you wanna?" "Of course I do."
And so she went.
Holly "borrowed" a designer dress from the wardrobe
department of a movie where she had only had a small
part. "Hopefully, they won't notice that it's gone
for the night." She said through a misleading sexy
smile to the security guard who had a crush on her so
he helped her sneak the dress out.
That night at the party, everyone who was ever anyone
was there and she worked the room with a fierce
determination inspired by her ambition, the negative
balance in her checking account and a looming rent
payment. She reasoned that if success in Hollywood
depended more on who you know than what you know then
she was going to know everyone and everyone was going
to know her before the end of the night.
Then, three glasses of champagne later, nature was
calling. She tried to let it ring, not wanting to
miss one single opportunity to schmooze but before
long she found herself doing the pee pee dance down a
hallway in search of a facility.
She opened door number one, a den "That's not it."
She opened door number two, a kids bedroom "That's not
it." She opened door number three, the master bedroom.
"That's not it." But what she saw put mother nature
on hold.
There he was, Chance Logan, taller, darker and even
more ridiculously handsome in person than he appeared
on the big screen. There he was, the biggest, highest
paid, most handsome actor in Hollywood making love on
a king-sized bed with the most beautiful...man she had
ever seen in her life.
Holly stood there, unable to move her body from that
spot or her eyes from his eyes. He calmly got up,
draped a robe around himself, walked over to her,
looked her in her eyes and asked "What's your name?"
After taking a moment to snap out of the daze she has
fallen into, she managed to mutter, "Holly, Holly
Parker." He examined her from head to toe then asked
â€Who are you?†Dumfounded she replied, â€Nobody, just
an actress. Or at least, a wannabe actress.†Then
with a calm flash of his two million watt smile, he
replied, "Well Holly, Holly Parker, you are about to
be Hollywood's next big thing."
Act One. Two weeks later, Holly Parker found herself
arm-in-arm with Chance Logan walking a red carpet at a
Hollywood premier as paparazzi scrambled for pictures
of her and everybody whispered and wondered "Who is
she?" and "Where did she came from?"
"Yes she's an actress." Chance would stop and proudly
announce to the pretty entertainment reporter who had
shoved a microphone in his face "But she's more than
that, she's the love of my life and we are deeply,
madly and truly in love. She is the light of my life
and the air that I breathe. She is the one I've been
waiting for my whole life"
Act Two. Soon, their faces where everywhere, on
everything and they were interviewed by everyone.
They cuddled, they kissed, not a photo-op did they
miss.
And soon, Holly's manager's phone was ringing off the
hook, the offers were flooding in and she was
accepting all of them. She was the 'IT' girl and
everybody wanted a piece of her. While she was
playing "that" part the one that was shooting her to
stardom on a rocket before an unsuspecting crowd.
Act Three. Soon, the "couple" citing became fewer and
farther in between. And whenever either was asked of
the other's whereabouts the response from both was a
well rehearsed, heartfelt "Oh they couldn't be here,
they're working."
And soon the speculations, followed by the subsequent
headlines "Is America's favorite couple in trouble?"
splashed across the tabloids.
All the while, Holly's star kept rising and rising and
rising. And then came the role, the one that would
carve her stardom in stone. And then the rave
reviews, the Oscar buzz and the nomination.
And then, the announcement that would shake the
entertainment world "It's Over." In separate
interviews through sad expressions they each recited
the ever popular "It was a mutual decision." "We're
both just so busy right now." â€Conflicting schedules.â€
"We'll always love each other." "We'll always be
friends."
Three months later, as Holly Parker stood on stage
clutching the Oscar she had won for â€that†role that
had carved her stardom in stone, she reflected on the
real role that had won her this Oscar.
The end.
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