Chapter 3
My little girl had made it into the movie
Courtney's P.O.V.
I watched in awe as people were rushing around the studio building So this is what happiness fees like. Bex was clinging to my hand, just as scared as I was. My little girl had made it into the movie, I couldn't be more excited. We were on our way to see the big man himself, I could hardly contain my excitement. I felt like a child at Christmas.
Bex and I walked through the corridors, flowing the instructions carefully. We walked past many dressing rooms on the way there. I read each one as we passed; Zac Efron, Johnny Depp, Danielle Panabacker, Lindsay Lohan. It was the very last one tat caught my eye. But, before I could read it properly Bex had already dragged me off my feet and was pulling me towards Devon Junior Thompson. He was a tall man, broad shoulders and a well built chest under his t-shirt. He had his back to us, so I didn't see his face. Bex, not scared of meeting the director as I was, walked straight up to him and introduced herself.
"Hi. Bex Evers, reporting for duty, sir." She said, saluting, then holding her hand out to him. Instead of accepting it he knelt down to her level and opened his arms to her.
"I don't believe in hand-shakes." I heard his whisper to my daughter. She shyly hugged him, looking over her shoulder and winking at me. I rolled my eyes at her, but laughed at the same time.
The two broke apart and he turned to look at me. Shock washed over my entire body as I instantly recognized his face.
Bex's P.O.V.
"Courtney?" The director said, giving my mother a look up and down.
"DJ!" She cried, literally jumping into his arms with enthusiasm. I was left on the side lines, totally confused and feeling left out. I coughed to let them know I was still there. It worked. My mom moved away from Devon Junior Thompson. Her face was starting to flush as she looked down at the floor, wiping a piece of hair behind her ear. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I heard the man ask my mom.
"This," my mom grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me in front of her. I smiled up at the man. "Is my daughter, Rebecca."
"D-daughter?" 'DJ'(as my mom called him), stuttered.
"Shocker, I know."
"Can we get back down to business?" I asked, hand on my hip, raising and eyebrow at the two adults.
"Um..Becca, why don't you go take a walk around the studio so you get to know you're way around,so me and momy can talk?" The director asked. I hate being called Becca, my name is Bex! I knew I couldn't orrect him in case I got shot of the movie. Another thing, I hate it when adults say mommy, it's as if they think your their brother or sister or something. It's annoying. However, I just said, "Okay." And skipped off.
A/N: Did anyone see it would be DJ? Lol :)
Bex has got the right idea, kiss up to the director :) Lol
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