Summary: One thing went wrong in Sam's life, and now six years later, everything will change.
Warning: Characters maybe OOC, there may be swearing, and there will be some French.
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My feet tapped rhythmically onto the floor as I waited for the final verdict to be reached. The air was thick and tension heavy, as I sat in the still room with thirty-four other girls all expecting the same outcome as me, I couldn't help but doubt my ability, these girls were younger, prettier and had a much better chance of getting hired then me. But, a small part of me, the self-righteous part of me that was responsible for me auditioning for this movie in the first place assured me that I had a chance as good as any to get the part.
"Alright," said a the round, balding man who took vigorous notes during my audition started "for those of you who don't know, my name is Leonard Knightdale and I am the casting director. I would like you to know we have made our decision; I would like the top ten ladies to follow me, these women are," he started naming names and I simple tuned out. "Samantha Pierce" I heard
"Yes?" I answered instinctively, however I quickly realized that I was a bad idea as the women started to giggle and sending me mocking glares.
"Miss Pierce, I simply stated that you have made the final ten so please pay attention next time,"
"Yes sir," I mumbled awkwardly.
"Now ladies, those of you who have not been called are free to leave, and by free I mean are expected to leave," He said in a cold voice which resulted in the evacuation of twenty women, "the rest of you may come with me to meet the producer who will then tell you who we will be casting,"
Who would have known? I asked myself, who would have known I would make it this far? I muttered over and over again following Leonard, who looked more like a Butch to me into the producers office.
We entered the office and were greeted with an "I-think-i-am-much-cooler-than-i-really-am-Ryan-Seacrest-esque" type fellow with a head of dark hair that fell over his face and a pair of sunglasses rested on the brim of his nose. "Hello ladies, I am Fredrick, the producer of the Rutano Chronicles," His voice was a rich baritone and plastered with a smile I could practically hear the girls drop their nickers. "Now, I am aware this method of casting is a bit un-conventional, but we did it this way because we really wanted to get to know our options, and though all of you girls were wonderful…." Blah blah blah I started to drown him out as I didn't need to hear the common we could only pick one. "Samantha Pierce"
I heard my name being said, and I watched the girls leave the room (but only after some of the women slipped Fredrick their numbers), I still couldn't make the connection that I had been cast. "So Samantha," His voice breaking me from my concentration "The executive crew members would like to meet tomorrow at La Mur to for dinner, to get to know one and other, are you okay with French food?" He asked and I just nodded absently, "Okat you can bring anyone you like," He smiled, "See you tomorrow!" He called as I walked away.
I caught a cab on the way home my body still in utter shock. I muttered I`m going to be in a movie over and over again, but still nothing brought me back into reality.
"You okay there sweetheart?" the cab driver asked me confused by my stone cold expression
"I'm going to be in a movie," I stated simply.
"You don't say!" the cabby smiled, "I can't tell you how many heartbroken girls I've picked up from this agency and here you are, the first one to ever land a movie role,"
I couldn't help but let out my first smile since I realized I'd made the audition, "What can I say," I thought out loud. "Somewhere along the lines, I got lucky,"
"I'm home!" I called after exiting the cab and entering my apartment. I let out a sigh as I was engulfed in a rush of bronze ringlets pulling me into a hug.
"Maman!" the little red-haired beauty smiled at me as I lifted her into a hug.
"How was class hunny?" I asked her as I put her down and entered the living room with my daughter on my tail.
"Tres bien!" She giggled.
"En Anglais si vous plait," I sighed wishing for once my daughter would co-operate.
"Non," She stated simply "Le lange est moche et je deteste cette pay," She pouted.
"Amelia!" I scolded her, "This is my home sweetie, and now it's yours too!" I tried reasoning with her for what felt like the millionth time.
"But we are leaving soon oui maman?" She asked me, her English dripping with a french accent.
"Problament mon Cherie," I lied patting her head before showing her off to bed.
"Sammy!" I heard a voice yell to me as I made my way into the TV room "You're home," I laughed as I recognized the voice before I entered the room.
"Hey Lily!" I greeted my friend, neighbour and babysitter of my daughter.
"How was the audition?" She asked inviting me to take a seat next to her on the couch.
"It was … okay," I smirked turning my head away from her.
"Okay good or okay bad?" She asked and I simply shrugged, "Well, when do you find out if you got the part or not?" She inquired.
"Already did,"
"And?"
"And," I paused. "And I don't think Amelia will be too happy," I stated as she looked at me confused, "because we won't be going back to Paris anytime soon, because I got the part!" I exclaimed and Emma cried out in congratulations before ranting about how she knew I'd be able to do it, and how proud of me she is.
"Tell me everything!" She exclaimed and I did. I told her about Butch's piercing gaze, about the multitude of actresses who all casted hateful glares at me after they'd found out I got the part. And finally, I told her about the mysterious producer and his over excited attitude.
"I was invited to dinner with the crew tomorrow" I told her "to get to know each other, they called it, and I am allowed to bring one person," I smiled and nudged her, "So what do you say to La Mur tomorrow at six?" I asked.
"I'd love to S I really would, but I have one month with Marco tomorrow, I can't make it,"
"Oh that's fine," I said trying to hide my disappointment "I'll just my other close friend in New York, oh wait. I don't know anyone!" I pouted.
"Well then take Amelia, the French food may help her home sickness," Lilly stated.
"I guess that would be a good idea,"
"We'll talk tomorrow okay?" She said making her way out of the apartment. "I've got to get home, but make mental notes of everything, I don't want a single detail of dinner to be left out," She smiled while turning out of the house. "I can't believe my best friend is going to be a movie star!"
"Best Friend," The words sounded sour even after Lilly was long gone. It's not that I don't like Lily, I do. I just don't trust best friends. Not anymore.
The next day had gone fairly quickly, it commenced with me fiercly trying to explain to Amelia that we'd have to stay stay in America a little longer than expected, which were met with multiple "Mais maman, you promised!"
Finally, after dropping Amelia off at Ballet practice and picking out, and re-picking out what Amelia and I would wear, I was sure we were ready for the dinner.
"How do I look?" I asked my daughter as I spun allowing her to see my entire ensemble
"Tres belle," she said running her hands through my chin length hair. "Et moi?" She asked twirling, giving her green dress motion and allowing the bronze curls bounce along her waist.
"Comme une princesse" I smiled as I took her hand and led her out of the apartment.
We arrived by taxi to La Mur, unfortunately due to traffic we were twenty minutes late, so much for being early and not drawing attention to ourselves.
"you ready for this?" I asked as I took hold of her hand and led her into the restaurant.
"To eat? Always," She said her "W" sounding more like a "V" and I couldn't help but laugh, she really inherited my eating habits.
"Reservation?" The server at the front desk asked.
"Umm, Fredrick B? I asked unsure, but she accepted it leading us into a small room at the very back of the restaurant. We were then greeted by a table of approximetley ten people, all of whose gazes fell upon mine. Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious of the little black dress I was wearing, and if it weren't for the lace fabric (or lack thereof) which coated my back I would have turned on my heal and exited the restaurant.
"Samantha!" Came a voice from the further end of the table, which I soon realized came from Fredrick. "We are so glad you could make it, take a seat we're about to order,"
"Perfect," I mumbled mostly to myself as I made my way to the vacant seats near Fredrick's seat, however I soon realised I couldn't due to the extra weight on my legs.
"Amelia," I whispered harshly.
"Oh and who is this little girl?" Fredrick asked moving towards Amelia. "Are you Samantha's sister? You look just like her," He said, and the table murmured in agreement.
As Fredrick bent over to look Amelia in the eyes I noticed he was still wearing those annoying aviators. Not only are we inside a dimly lit room, but outside the sun had set. So why on earth did he need sun glasses?
"Non," I heard Amelia's voice whisper breaking me of my concentration "Elle n'est pas ma soeur, elle etait ma mere,"
"She's my daughter," I said assisting with the perplexed the majority of the table had given Amelia.
"Daughter?" Fredrick asked, and for a second I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, but just as I noticed it, it vanished. "Well then, let's eat!" He said taking a seat at the table, motioning for me to sit next to her, and Amelia sat opposite me.
"I meant what I said Samantha" Fredricks voice whispered to me during dinner, "She looks just like you, except for the hair," His breath running down my neck.
"Her hair is actually a lot like mine… was," I stated trying not to blush. "I used to have long blonde curls but I caught them off when I got pregnant with Amelia," I stuttered.
"It's a shame, I'm sure you look great with your hair like that," He whispered and I was utterly confused. Was he flirting with me? I said quickly scanning his fingers that rested on the table. Ring. "What about the colour?" He asked drumming his ring bearing finger against the table. "It's not the same as yours,"
"No, that she takes after her grandmother,"
"your mom?" He asked and I shook my head in disgusted.
"I'm very happy she doesn't take after my mom at all actually." I laughed bitterly. "Her hair colour is similar to her father's mothers, with a hint of blonde," I smiled.
"Oh her father?"
"Not in the picture anymore… never was," I said unsure why I was sharing this all with the my new boss.
"Well, whatever youre doing with her must be working. The entire crew is smitten with her," He motioned to the table where all members were casting loving looks Amelia's way.
"She is a special one," I agreed.
Slowly, the dinner table started to empty and soon only a handful of people still sat at the table. "Almost finished Amelia?" asked as she finished her ice cream.
"Oui, mais je besoin utilise le toilette," She muttered.
"I'll take her," Mrs. Knightdale, Butch's wife and one of the many taken with Amelia's charm throughout the evening.
"That's fine, but we wouldn't want to worry But-Mr. Knightdale, I'll take her," I stated.
"He's outside, reliving some stress," she smiled and I desperately hoped he did so in private. I don't think many would want to see that.
"Mr. Knightdale is a pack smoker," Fredrick told me as Mrs. Knightdale and Amelia walked to the bathroom and we were soon the only ones at the table. "That how he relieves stress, not what you were thinking," Busted….
"I didn't think anything,"
"Sure," Fredrick stated "So you didn't think he was jerking off in public?" Fredrick laughed and I couldn't help but laugh with him. I know I'd only just met Fred, but I honestly felt as if we were old friends.
"I'm really thankful you could join us tonight," He smiled.
"Well I'm glad you cast me in your film,"
He laughed slightly before commenting, "well there was no one whom I though was more fit for the role Sam," he smiled.
"Samantha" I corrected absentmindedly I hated being called Sam.
"Really?" He asked astonished, "last time I spoke to you it was the other way around," He said rubbing his neck, then eyes widening realizing what he had said.
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind," He said turning away from, but before he could I reached up and grabbed the aviators off his face. I was greeted with chocolate brown eyes, that I had once known so well and now only caused me agony. "Fredrick B?" I laughed bitterly. "Freddie Benson," I stated as a familiar gagging feeling rushed my body. "All this time I thought you wore those glasses as a pathetic fashion statement or to hide a scar or something," I laughed bitterly. "But no, you were just hiding your identity,"
"No Sam," He tried to explain but I was too pissed to listen.
"And the worst part was you knew it was me, and I had no idea!" I exclaimed. "I had no fucking idea," I spat at him. "Did you ever plan on telling me?" I questioned him not wanting to know the answer.
"Of course I did Sam!" He exclaimed.
"Spare me," I laughed. "You're a bitch, a fucking bitch," I said before getting up.
"Maman!" Amelia called announcing her entrance "Je suis prete!"
"Oui dit Au revoir, et allons-y,"
"Au revoir Madame Knightdale!"
"A bientot Amelia," Mrs. Knightdale called out to her. And I looked back to see Freddie, staring at me blankly.
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