Chapter one:
This. Was. Not. Happening.
Not to Morgan.
It was her Birthday for God's sake.
People – your family – your mother, aka the person who gave birth to you don't just forget your existence. It's not possible.
She'd hopped it had just been a bad dream, that she would wake up and call and her mom would be happy to hear her voice.
She wasn't of course.
So far, only her roommate Tobi, her old boss/co-workers, and a few friends who just happened to not be visiting home remembered her.
After sitting in the Dunkin' Donuts below her apartment, in Queens New York City, trying to make sense of this conundrum, a news blips on TV caught her attention.
"Up-and coming movie Director Nicole Covaleskii" Read the ticker tape, successfully butchering her last name. Morgan smiled, "Has closed casting roles for all lead and secondary roles. Everyone is waiting in anticipation for this well anticipated movie…"
"Oh Nicole, and here everyone thought you weren't going to get anywhere…" Nicole was a childhood friend and practically a cousin. She hadn't actually talked to her much in a while; she wondered why she hadn't paid her a visit.
It struck her that since, no one at home knew her name anymore and there was nothing for her to do in New York, she might as well go on the road. Collage no doubt wasn't going to be paid for anymore considering the 21 year old now "didn't exist".
"Road trip." She muttered, and headed out the door with a chime to travel upward to her apartment.
She grabbed what she thought was important, a few pairs of cloths, toothbrush, credit card, laptop cell-phone, so on so forth.
"Tobi!" She called. No reply. She sighed, grabbed a pen and some paper.
Dear Tobi,
Off for god knows how long, going on a road trip. I'll send you some money for rent, so don't worry about that. I have my cell phone if you desperately need to call me.
Safety and peace upon you. – Morgan
And with that she was off to LA.
It was early morning when Nicole rolled over to find her boyfriend missing from her bed. Disappointed she dragged herself out of her bed and made her way around the room picking up random pieces of clothes and tossing them into the nearest hamper. She had to be on set in less than an hour's time. It was quite unfortunate really, all her life she dreaded getting up, well as a director she was the first one there and the last one to leave.
She hurried up the process by taking a quick shower and dressing in her usual jeans and T-Shirt outfit, brushed her short brown hair so it's out of her eyes and walked into her kitchen. Her apartment wasn't too big, two bedrooms, a master bath, a half-bath, a spacious living room, and a large kitchen with bar stools. It was in the kitchen that she found her boyfriend Aaron putting toast and bacon on a plate. He was a taller man, with shaggy hair, Nicole smirked. "You abandoned me, that wasn't very nice." She said giving the mad a kiss, temporarily distracting him from his cooking.
He smiled back, "Well, I figured miss big time director could use something to eat before she ran off for the day." Nicole just rolled her eyes and sat at the breakfast bar and picked up a paper, which turned her mood to a downer.
"I just can't believe those nasty reporters." She tossed the paper across the bar and a plate of food was placed in front of her. "As if everything that is happening on set is my fault." Aaron came and sat down by her, and patted her back.
"Love, I don't think it's you either, that's real evil at work there." He said, and Nicole checked her watch and crammed as much food down her throat as she could.
She gave her boyfriend a quick kiss. "See you on set for lunch, but I have to go." She said grabbing her binder with all the information she needs and her car keys before shutting to door to her apartment and heading down the seven flights of stairs to a parking garage, where her beauty, yellow proche waited for her.
Her personal assistant, Adam was waiting for her holding out a Starbucks double espresso coffee and a letter. "You probably could guess who that is from." He said smiling. Nicole handed him her binder and took the coffee and letter and opened it.
"A bill for all the damages done, because apparently we have to pay for this shit?" She looked at it with disbelief. "I'll be the first to admit that having a horror film is a bit spooky, but it's not our fault pieces of set keep falling and the fact that the light fell, that is more of the studio and light people's fault, our producers have finally lost it." She threw the paper into the nearest garbage can.
"Kendra is in the hospital." Adam said holding out another, much larger envelope. "A Lawyer dropped this one by, it's a law suit."
"Again, not our fault they don't have a case." She gave the paper back to him and plopped down in the chair designated to the director. "Is she doing any better?"
Adam was about to open his mouth when two men walked up to her, a taller man, good looking with a confident smile followed by another tall man, with more boyish features. She looked at the two, did she have new people on set that she didn't know about… "You two, who are you?" She demanded, she didn't need any more blood thirsty reporters.
The cocky, shorter guy spoke up after an exchange of glances with the taller one, "Dean and Sam, we're the new light guys." Nicole nodded, and looked up toward the broken lights, the reason for all the electrical shocks that have been causing mini fires and electrocuted her young stars.
"Right, you two get electrocuted it's your own damn fault - don't come crying to me." She told them and flipped through the script. They headed off toward the food, figured, what lazy asses those two are.