A/N: Oh look! The first chapter

I hope its not that bad..

"Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation."

"Again?" The Prophet landed on top of table next to Draco's feet. "Really Draco? Really?"

"Alberta-"

"-Holly-" His manager corrected him with a snarl.

"-was a great girl." Draco took a sip of his tea, calmly meeting his manger's eyes.

"She was also a dancer."

"That's what she does on the weekends. She was just looking for a good time last night." Draco smirked and winked.

His manager, a stick thin woman named Jane Coleho, rolled her eyes. "Well its gotten you back in the tabloids. I thought you were trying to lay low for once." She sighed, rubbing her temples.

Draco didn't respond. He instead picked up the Prophet and flipped through it, avoiding the large picture of him and Holly stumbling out of a big name club on the cover. She's right, goddamnit.

Jane suddenly walked over and pushed his legs off of the table, "Honestly! Its like raising a child." She scoffed, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she walked back to where she was standing.

Draco frowned and set his tea down on a leather coaster. He was glad that Jane had come over, even though she was absolutely pissed. With the exception of Holly last night, it had been a while since people crossed through the threshold into his spacious flat. A thin layer of dust had formed on his awards and paintings, things he used to proudly show off to all of his visitors at parties.

"At least I got out of the house." He mumbled. Jane bit her lip, she looked ready to argue but wasn't up to arguing.

"Yes, congratulations on such a marvelous step up." She drawled sarcastically.

Jane looks so much like Rita Skeeter, Draco mused. She hated that comparison only because it was true. They both had that Marilyn Monroe hair and a taste for emerald green. All she needs is some cat-eye glasses. Draco watched as she touched up on her makeup. Her cheeks were still flushed with anger.

"Have you talked to Blaise lately?" She closed the compact with a snap, startling Draco.

"Yeah…I, uh, went with him to the club." He looked down sheepishly. Blaine was the second member of their team. He was the moral support, a ladies man just like Draco had been once. Blaise was one of the few people who could reach in and pull Draco out of his moods and sulking.

"Next time he suggests a 'guy's night out', say no. I don't want any more bad publicity."

Blaise was notorious in the tabloids. Each day he'd be seen with another girl, or smoking in front of a restaurant. He didn't even have a job, like Draco. His family hadn't suffered such a devastating blow after the war like Draco's family did. He was lucky.

"Yes, mother." He teased. Jane huffed, igniting his laughter.

"I received an owl from Pertie Perkinson, today." Jane dropped a paper on the table.

"Oh?"

"Some new show he wants to put on. He wants you for the lead. Its apparently gonna be this big thing, they've already started advertising and selling tickets, even if they don't have any tickets yet."

"What's it about?"

"Lost loves reconciling, or something." Jane waved her hand to suggest it was nothing important. 'Love' was a messy topic that was best left alone. "I think the girl works at a museum or something."

"And you said he wanted me as the lead?" Draco frowned, studying the letter.

"Weeelll," Draco knew this couldn't be good, "You and some others. Big names like Ross Worth and Palmer Tree. Tory Turnbird's supposedly gotten a letter like this too. Lewis Hopper's been talking to Pertie's people. Luke Poppington's interested. Its gonna be some stiff competition. You better nail the auditions on Wednesday."

"I will, I will." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Otherwise I'll snap your wand in two. And you know which one I'm talking about."

"Do you know who's trying out for the female lead?" He coughed awkwardly, switching the topic.

"I don't know, sorry, but I'm sure you won't have to see her on Wednesday." Jane for a moment looked like she pitied him. And if there was one thing Draco hated, it was pity.

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