Chapter 2

It's been exactly 2 and a half years since that audition. The audition that changed Beck's life forever. But not in a good way. He remembers walking into the studio that held the opportunity of a lifetime. He remembers seeing all his competitors standing just as he was, their lines memorized. He remembers acting his heart out in front of the casting directors. And he also remembers being humiliated in front of every single one of them. And now he stands in his parent's driveway, the same place his parents kicked him out of his own RV. He had watched them sell it to the same person they bought it from, Fat Biscuit, the rapper which for some reason was not so fat anymore. Beck walked toward the familiar oak door that held back everyone he loved. He knocked on it calmly but loud enough to call the attention of someone inside. His mom opened the door. "Beck, why are you here again?" She asked, her voice filled with irritation. "You know

you're not allowed here!" Oh, and one more thing. Beck's parents had also kicked him out of their house. Ever since that day when he failed his father. When he brought shame to everything his last name had earned as a reputation. "Mom, please. I have nowhere else to turn to. No one wants to work with me. I have no money to rent my own place." I pleaded to her. It was true. Beck had been crashing at Andre's place while he looked for work for 2 years. Soon Andre had no more space to lose so he had to let Beck go. Then Beck had spent the last 6 months in the home for the homeless. But he couldn't stand another day there. "No, your father can't have you here. I can't have you here" my mom, the one who was supposed to love me, said and closed the door on my pale face. "My own mom" he whispered to himself as he turned to leave.

"Now where am I supposed to go?" he thought, sulking lightly. He walked away from his ex-home and toward the only place he could think of. Hollywood arts. "They might know about my reputation, but I hope they accept me" he says. Beck was hoping they would open up a teaching spot for him there. They were his family. The ones who taught him everything he knew. He couldn't get a job elsewhere, so why not there? He stopped to catch his breath before he walked into his old high school. Being 22, it was awkward for him to walk in there. As he did, several students were staring at him. He walked into the same locker room he used to walk into every day for several years. He saw his oh-too –familiar acting teacher, Sikowitz holding yet another coconut walking to the janitor's closet. "Sikowitz!" he shouted over at him. The hobo-looking man turned to look at him. "Beck Oliver?" he questioned. "It's amazing to see you after all these years."

His eyes stared into Beck's for several, uncomfortable seconds . While he did so, Beck recalled every moment he had spent with him. From the long period of making a fake Ping-Pong team to saying goodbye to him on his last day at Hollywood arts. He remembers every second he spent at that school, hoping one day he would grow to be a very successful actor living the goals he dreamt about all his life. His thoughts blurred into a very curious looking ex-acting teacher in front of him. "What is it you want,Beck?" Sikowitz asked. This was it. He'd been scared his only hope would reject him just as the others did but he wasn't going to give up. He had to ask the simple yet daring question. "I..I need a job." Beck said rather nervous at the response. Sikowitz 's face turned pale. His reply seemed obvious. "I guess not then" Beck turned around.

So that was it. He was left with nothing. Even his own damn acting teacher didn't want him, so who the heck would now? But before he left he felt a heavy hand touch him on the shoulder. He turned. There stood Sikowitz and..Rider Daniels. Him The whole reason Beck was blackballed all over Hollywood and who knows where else. "Beck" the life-ruiner said plainly. It was hard for Beck to even look at him. This same day 2 and a half years ago he destroyed everything Beck had worked for just because he had helped embarrass for a friend, Tori. He still recalls the words Rider had said after Beck left the audition room. "You ruin my life, I ruin yours". But the thing was, he hadn't ruined Rider's life. Unless his life revolved around what girls thought of him. "Rider" Beck replied. He looked at Sikowitz, seeking an explanation. "You see, as much as I would like to give you the job…Its up to Rider to decide." He said, answering my questions. Beck had felt like he had been punched in the stomach, making him lose every breath he had ever taken in his life. Rider Daniels—Principal of Hollywood Arts? No way. How could that happen? He was a stuck-up, immature idiot and now he was running one of the best schools in Hollywood. But still, Beck looked up at him still hoping he would show even the slightest bit of mercy. "And principal says no." was his reply. "Yeah, of course it is" Beck thought to himself. But he also

realized that that was the time to admit defeat. Rider Daniels had beat him at a game he didn't even knew existed. And now he would face the consequences of it. Daniels had a smirk on his face and Sikowitz couldn't even look Beck in the eye. Beck felt ashamed of himself. He is the reason for his own down-fall. He left the school without a word, attempting to hide his damp eyes. The whole world had turned against him. Beck walked down the street heading back to the only place that would take him in. The home for the homeless. Beck sighed. He looked around the town he felt he no longer belonged in. All he had was his pearphone, spear clothes and a bit of change left in his backpack. While walking he saw a poster being put up on a huge billboard. That's where, a few years ago, Beck imagined himself to be. On huge billboards, doing interviews and just acting on the big screen. He focused more on the picture on the billboard. The celebrity was beautiful, he thought. Red hair, stunning eyes and..Cat Valentine. Beck remembered saying goodbye to his red-headed friend who was now one of the biggest stars out there. He had even saved up the bare allowance his parents gave him just to buy her first ever record. Beck had always been a big fan and was very proud of her. And then he thought. He still had her number and she was the only one he hasn't gone too. Maybe..she would understand. He took

his phone from his back pocket and dialled the number. After a few rings he heard the familiar sound. "Hello" She said. "This is Cat Valentine, how can I help you?" Beck smiled to himself. She sounded the same yet so different. She didn't seem like the ditzy red-head teenager he once knew..but he didn't know that for sure yet. So it was time to find out. "Um..Cat" I started, my voice shaking. "This is Beck."

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