A/n: Thanks for the great reviews! But, kindda saddening that I just got 7. Anyway, I hope I'd get more. :D
Again, sprinkled of flashbacks, omniscient, first person and third person POV. :D
The God Damn Phone Call
Yes, to my utmost dismay, my manager completely forgot to mark his calendar and void the 16th of June from engagements such as one of my biggest breaks in tinsel town. Unfortunately.
It's all so perfect, I thought as I stood in front of the dining room, shrouded with white and red roses all through out, waiting for my very own deity to descend from the white painted stairs. I had cooked her an elegantly prepared breakfast for our first monthly wedding anniversary which I am certain she'll be perplexed and flattered both at the same time. I, Chad Murray am not a chef and I dare say that I am also not a good cook. A bad one in fact; however, thanks to my munificent connections, friends and sorts, I, with their helping hand and recipes, was able to manage.
Now, I am wondrously admiring one of the gifts I had in store for Sophia. The table was well lit due to the candles laced with gold ribbons (Hell, I don't care if it's just breakfast. Candles' always make the ambience romantic in an inundated-cliché manner), flowers were bursting out of the room and the floor as well and of course, the aroma of my creation. It seeped through my nostrils and instantly, I was bedazzled. I could not believe I was able to transform myself into a "gourmet chef" of the like within a week, all because of her. All because of my beauty, my penguin, Sophia. It was all so perfect, yes very perfect, in fact, then I received a phone call and it turned everything around.
"Vaughn?" I said, "What is it? I'm in the middle of something, can't this wait till later?"
"Yes, I know, you are in the middle of something BIG"
"Oh, thank you" I said, presuming his previous statement was an implication of a subtle anniversary greeting
"Oh, of course, that's what managers are for" he paused, "Be ready at around 4:00, okay." I presumed wrong.
"Excuse me?" I said, confused, eyebrows literally crossing.
"It's your BIG day!" he exclaimed, "4:00's, you're audition Nick Jones!"
The invisible music that was previously going through my head suddenly ceased, "What?!" my emotions were battling within me. Am I supposed to feel happy about it or not? Am I suppose to rejoice or not? It's my first monthly wedding anniversary and my work was in the way. No, this can't be right. "Vaughn! It's my wedding anniversary!"
"You're wedding anniversary? Time check, you were just married last month" his tone was in a matter-of-fact manner.
"I know" This was really irritating; he was making me feel stupid.
"Have you gone crazy or something?"
Definitely, making me feel stupid, "What in name of--" I tried to be calm despite the rage that's going on inside me. "It's the 16th, okay Vaughn-- I" I tried to explain but he cut me off
"16th, what's with the?--"
This time, I cut him off, "It's Sophia and I's first month anniversary, Vaughn!" I screamed. It was unbridled, of course.
"First month, what?" he paused, "It's called an anniversary, Chad because it's annual. Not monthly"
"I don't need lectures right now Vaughn"
"Whatever, anyway, 4:00, okay?"
"Vaughn, I can't okay!"
"Are you gonna blow this BIG thing off just because of that odd celebration of yours?"
"I--" I was cut off by myself when I saw Sophia standing there on her bathrobe with a face that could not be drawn. It wasn't the expected reaction she'd give me. Totally not. There wasn't even an inkling smile, sadly.
"It's not even your real anniversary yet, besides, this won't take up your whole day, Chad, believe me"
I could not respond through the receiver. Everything was ruined. My most special gift was ruined all thanks to the god damn call.
"Chad? Chad?"
"I'll call you back" I whispered and then ended the call. I could still hear Vaughn's crying voice until I pressed the end button.
"Happy Monthsary, penguin" I said, forcing out a smile. It didn't come.
"Are you alright?" concerned, she approached me "I heard you screaming so, I went down and I saw this and--"
"This was supposed to be special, Sophia" he said, "But, the damned--"
"Hey, come one, cheer up!" she said, caressing my face, "It is special. Very special and I loved it. I was surprised actually--"
"But my screams prevented you from being surprised?" I continued for her
"No, your screams made my day, actually"
Both me and her smiled.
"Happy Monthsary, Penguin, I love you so much" she said, her lips touching mine, "Thank you"
"I love you more" I responded, kissing her again.
"Now, if I may please delight mademoiselle in some of these freshly made pastries and dishes made exclusively for you by yours truly" I said an English Chap/French Chap manner.
"Hmm.. Exquisite" she said ever so adequately in her cute British accent "I could have sworn I saw a chef in you before"
"Yes, despite the burned meats and casseroles, it's all in a days work, Mrs. Murray. Transformation is quick if there's inspiration" I said, turning sappy again, "And you are my inspiration"
Her cheeks turned crimson, a scarlet crimson, I fact. "You are getting so melodramatic you know, Chady" she said, grinning.
"Yes, and you are--still not eating" crap, that sucked.
"I'm waiting for you" she said, playfully.
"Ah, now who's melodramatic?"
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Due to my wife's persistent curiosity, I was left to forgo on explaining her what was supposed to be an ignored phone call. "I really think you should go," she had said, "This is a big break for you. I can not let your career suffer because you might regret it sometime." So, on her insistence, I called up Vaughn and agreed to do the auditions for the role with the condition that dinner with my wife won't be interrupted.
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I arrived 15 minutes late at the designated place of meeting, Café Olé, one of the private restaurants inside Warner Studios, the place where my manager works. "Late," he muttered
"What?" I clamored "At least I came"
"At least you came? Well, thank you then" The sarcasm was blatant.
"It's Sophia you should thank"
"I know, good thing that Sophie of yours knocked some sense into you" he stood up and then paid the bill.
"Whatever, come on, let's go"
"You're lucky you've got someone like her" he continued to mock me.
"I know, okay! That's why I'm creating odd anniversaries, as you said"
That remark of mine made him zip his mouth for some reason or another.
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I entered the office whose walls were painted with black and red when a voice called my name, "Good Morning Mr. Murray, please sit down for a bit" the secretary of Barbara Cohen said, "Mrs. Cohen will attend to you shortly" she continued, gesturing towards the waiting room.
I nodded, so as my manager and then we walked towards the room.
When we entered it, bam! I was shocked with how many were due for an audition. There were at least 20 or so people sitting there, waiting. I was about to close the door when another voice called me, "Mr. Murray," It was Mrs. Cohen, as Vaughn had whispered, "That's Barbara Cohen."
"Please, please, come with me." She said then led me to a room far down the left, beside the elevator. I glanced back at my manager and he nodded which meant it was his time to leave. When I thought it was my turn for the audition, she said, "Please wait here," hinting for me to stay inside the said room.
I entered, and then found a place next to Josh Duhamel who I assumed they also called in to audition for the part of Nick Jones.
After a while the secretary of Barbara Cohen came and said, "Mr. Duhamel, please come with me."
And then the doors flung opened and she entered. With her uniquely curled up hair, wearing a carnation cashmere top, Paris Hilton entered and chose to sit beside me.
"Hi" she said with a playful smile on her lips
I nodded to acknowledge her greeting.
"I'm Paris"
"I know" Duh, who wouldn't know her? "Chad," I introduced
"I know," she responded.
And that was the start of something far wicked. An introduction.
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