The next day was a blur, it was good, but still a blur. I was freaking out yesterday, but you have to know why. Richard Donahue is the triple threat of the music business, Singer-Songwriter-Producer. Now a director, of the movie I just got the lead of. I walk in the building, climbed the four flights of stairs, to his office. It was not what I expected at all. There were guitars everywhere, his desk was by the window, with the perfect view of Rodeo Drive and the Hollywood sign.
He was turned around facing the window, thinking I assume, then he jumped out his chair and dance around his office with his eyes closed. He was listening to his iPod. He almost ran into me, when he opened his eyes, and almost fell over in embarrassment.
He pulled out his earphones, and cleared his throat.
"Are you OK?" I asked between fighting back fits of giggles.
He said, "Yeah."
"Okay, so I'm here to pick up my script." He laughed.
"You don't have one."
"What do you mean? It's a movie, right?"
"It's a movie about you."
"I'm not that famous." I looked down.
"It's about a girl like you, trying to find herself in a world full of frauds. Just be yourself." He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes then he smiled that smile. My knees got all weak, like they did when I first met him.
"So it's improvisation."
"Basically."
"Will anyone else have lines?" He laughed at me again, which was starting to piss me off, even though I liked his laugh.
"There's really no one else. Just me and you."
"And what are you in this movie of yours?" I cocked my head to side a bit.
"I'm your co-writer and producer, the experienced rocker that tries to lead you in the right direction." That sounded like, don't say it Jude. Tommy. The inside of me screamed get out of there, but I stayed put.
"Do they have a romantic relationship at some point?" I asked.
"Why do you ask?" He smiles sexily.
"Because I don't want you pawing me while we're filming. I wouldn't want to bruise that pretty little face of yours." And with that I walk out. It was like I was getting back at Tommy someway by doing that. I felt good. Maybe I'll mess with Richard more. This was going to be fun.
