Author's Notes: There's something about watching 'Moulin Rouge' that makes me want to write. So everyone should be thankful to the movie 'Moulin Rouge' cause otherwise I don't know if I would've updated today XD
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Screenwriting an Apology
Lilly
She was an artist. The way she slipped into her character- so effortless- was entrancing. Her voice was exactly how I'd imagined it would be while she wore her attitude.
Bree was channeling Miley so precisely; it was almost painful to watch. The lines she was reciting were written by me, true enough, but she made them sound as if she was going off the cuff- it did not look memorized.
Perfection stood in front of me.
Ian Scott, sitting next to me, grinned. He loved her as much as I did, it seemed.
"You've got the job, Ms. Jameson."
Of course she got the job. There was only one other person better for the part, and that was the inspiration behind the character herself.
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Miley
Hectic. That's what these shows were. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every bit of it: the lights, the stage, the pride radiating from every dancer. It was invigorating in a way I had never known. My days on the stage were limited to middle and high school chorus shows, which were few and far between, and hardly the same thing.
Lilly had been in two dance recitals, starting when she was four. I had been involved backstage for both, helping her change costumes, helping her apply make up, and helping other girls too. Usually, that meant I wouldn't be able to watch her perform. I regretted that part, but I at least had James and Robbie tapping it for me. And I got to watch the dress rehearsals.
On the day I had come back home from New York, Lilly had the first rehearsal for her third recital. The first rehearsal was nothing more than being talked through the entire show, then having time for only a few acts.
Nothing I couldn't handle, of course.
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Lilly
Bree and I were at her apartment, celebrating her success.
"Was I really that good?" She laughed. I had showered her with enough praise to make her blush after her audition.
I kissed the palm of her hand affectionately. "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."
She sighed happily. "It's nice to hear, you know."
I nodded. "I'm sure."
She shifted in her seat facing me. "It's like… This'll be only my third movie. My first two were real hits, and people were raving about me, and I'm only just starting to be in the public eye, you know? I saw myself on 'E!' yesterday, and it was the oddest sensation. Critics love me."
She sounded almost a little sad as she said this, and that puzzled me. "That's supposed to be a good thing, isn't it?"
Bree smiled slightly. "For my career, it's great. But I've always wanted more than a good career. Work is fun, and I'm making it in a difficult business, but there's more to life, there's more to me." She caressed my cheek with her thumb.
I swallowed. "Yea?"
"Yea…" She leaned down to capture my lips with hers in a soft kiss. I was expecting it to turn into a full on make out, but she surprised me by pulling away. "It means so much more to me, hearing praise come from you, as opposed to hearing it from the fans or the public or the critics. I really, really like you, Lilly."
She looked at me, smiling, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was, to have this woman fall out of the sky and into my world. I didn't deserve a second chance at love, but here it was. Maybe there is a God… I smiled lightly. "I really, really like you too."
Bree grinned wider. "Be my girlfriend? Officially?"
Beaming, I nodded my head yes.
This is gonna be interesting, I thought as she kissed me, being a star's girlfriend.
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Miley
I plopped down on my bed, exhausted. It was the second day of rehearsals today, and I had actually had work to do. So many costume changes, so much make up, so much pizza. I had never seen so much pizza consumed in one day by a bunch of girls! Boys, now that's a different story. I smiled as I remembered Jackson and his old friends from high school, cleaning out all the pizza boxes like vacuums. Deciding to call my brother, I picked up my cell phone.
"Jackson here."
"Hello brother."
"Miley!" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Oh my gosh, he speaks! I haven't been able to reach you since that last short phone call about mom."
"Har de har har. Ya know I'm packed with work." He softened his sarcasm while he added "I've missed ya kid."
I sighed. "I've missed you too, Jackson."
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