Cherry was having a normal morning. She was bored in her kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal as she watched people on TV and had her dreams of life in the big city. Nothing could make this day interesting. Then a call came it was her friend Atticus.
Cherry answered her phone, lying it over her shoulder. "Yeah."
"Hey, Cherry, it's Atticus." Atticus said over the phone.
"Okay, what's up?" Cherry asked as she went to put her bowl in the sink, quickly ran water in it, and she walked down her home hallway to flop on her bed.
"How would you like to come to Hollywood with me?" Atticus asked over the phone.
"How'd you manage that?" Cherry had to ask.
"I have my sources, so what do say, you wanna come?" Atticus asked over the phone.
"I dunno... Hang on a second." Cherry said as there was a knock at her door.
Atticus could hear another voice on the line, but Cherry's voice sounded in denial.
"What's going on over there?" Atticus asked himself.
"Oh, nothing... Just making a deal..." Cherry said on her phone.
The other person had taken the phone from her and spoke into it based on how he was told how it worked. "Cerise can't talk now, may I take a message?"
"Actually, I can tell you this, leave her alone! And tell her to give me her answer after you leave." Atticus said over the phone.
"I'm sorry, but the little lady has feigned illness of being home alone to skip her lessons for the day," the man told Atticus. "You can meet her up afterward."
"Maestro..." Cherry nearly growled at her new mentor for making this happen.
"Wait, Maestro, as in, from Beauty and the Beast?" Atticus asked over the phone.
"I don't know what you could be going on about, but the little lady needs her lessons, she'll meet you in an hour at the church across the street from her home." Forte told the boy.
"Alright, Forte, I'll see her at the church." Atticus said over the phone.
"Thank you, goodbye now... How do I turn this cursed thing off?" Forte asked.
Cherry had taken the phone and snapped it shut since it was a flip phone and she glared at the man.
"I guess I'll have my answer from Cherry at the church." Atticus said as he hung up his phone.
A little while passed and it was close to the end of Cherry's lessons.
"Very good, my dear." Forte said.
"Can I go now...?" Cherry sounded very bored with him. "Atticus is waiting for me..."
"Very well, you may go, besides your lesson is over today." Forte said.
"Thank you!" Cherry quickly left him and came out the door.
Atticus was at the church and where he was waiting for Cherry.
Cherry came over and came to see Atticus on the steps. "Over here."
"So, how was your lesson with Forte?" Atticus asked.
Cherry groaned a little, shaking her head. "The usual... My fingers dancing across the keyboard and being told how to speak in French... He is so annoying... I think I liked it better when he hated me when I was a kid, I didn't even want organ and French lessons!"
"So, what's your answer about coming with me to Hollywood?" Atticus asked.
"Anything to get some excitement and away from Maestro Snooty over there..." Cherry deadpanned. "He already discussed it with my parents when I played a sonata on my own, so my things are all packed up in my room and ready to go."
"Great." Atticus said.
"I still think I liked Maestro Forte better when he scared the crap out of me when I first met him." Cherry was zipping up her backpack once they were in her bedroom.
Atticus showed he had everything he needed packed.
"Okay, good," Cherry agreed, she then looked over to see a framed portrait of one of her favorite men and tried to hide it from Atticus. "Let's go then. Maybe we'll accidentally bump into someone and get into an acting role."
"Yeah." Atticus said.
The two took their ways and decided to take a trolley. Before they knew it, they were in Hollywood where people's dreams come true. The trolley stopped as a white cat was coming on board and she wore beige clothing.
"'Scuse me, pardon me, excuse me..." the white cat walked on, looking for a place to sit as she had a cup of coffee in her hand, she looked very rushed.
"That's my source." Atticus whispered to Cherry.
"Your source?" Cherry looked over.
The white cat kept coming and finally found a seat and sat with the two kids. "Pardon me, I'm so sorry..."
"That's alright, by the way, would your name be Sawyer?" Atticus asked.
"That's me," the cat, Sawyer, replied. "Which one of you phoned in to come into Hollywood?"
"I guess he did?" Cherry shrugged, gesturing to Atticus.
"Yep, that would be me." Atticus said.
"Well, welcome, I'm afraid I can't help you out much, but I'll give you a place to stay and unfortunately, I have to work." Sawyer told them.
"Where do you work?" Cherry asked.
"Farley Wink's Animal Acting Agency," Sawyer explained. "I find parts for animals in this town in movies... This town's a little tough on us furry species."
"As in the Farley Wink's?" Atticus asked.
"Yeah..." Sawyer didn't sound too proud of her job as she took a sip of her drink.
Suddenly, there was a big bump and Sawyer accidentally spilled coffee on herself.
"Oh, just what I need!" Sawyer snarled and sighed. "Anyway, he's looking for two of every animal for parts in the next Darla Dimple movie."
"Oh, my grandma loves her movies, they remind her of when she was a little girl." Cherry sounded proud.
"Yeah, the same with my mom." Atticus said.
"He still needs two chickens, two lions, and two cats." Sawyer explained.
"Why don't you audition?" Cherry asked.
Sawyer then laughed out loud. "Are you kidding me? I'd rather work overtime!"
"Okay, too bad they don't have any openings for two human kids." Atticus said.
"Maybe you could help the director?" Sawyer shrugged, then looked over. "Oh, nip! My stop!" she pulled down the string to stop the trolley. "Come with me." she told the kids.
Cherry and Atticus followed her out and tried to avoid the incoming cars.
There was another cat, but male and orange who was dancing around and nearly made them back up against a fountain as he rushed off.
"Where's he off to?" Atticus asked.
"I don't know and frankly I don't care, that cat's given me nothing but trouble!" Sawyer got out of the fountain as her hat with the feather dripped over her.
Cherry got herself out and wrung out her hair. "I thought black cats were the unlucky ones."
"Watch it, sister, you could get in trouble for saying things like that." Sawyer reminded her.
"Yeah." Atticus said as he helped them out of the fountain.
"Excuse me." Cherry rolled her eyes.
"Come on, we better go before I'm late." Sawyer led them into the animal agency.
"Alright" Atticus said as the followed her.