Westchester, New York
Conner Foley's Limo
Tuesday, May 4th
6:25 p.m.
Once inside the limo, Conner leaned toward Claire and kissed her. "Hey." He whispered. "And Conner likes your outfit, you look beautiful." Conner told her. "Thanks Conner." Claire said. "So where do you want to eat? We can get pizza or go somewhere fancy. Wherever you want." Claire said giving him choices.
"What's the fancy place called?" Connor asked her. "Frankie's Bistro." Claire told him. "And what's the pizza place?" Conner asked. "Slice of Heaven Pizza Shop. Griffin, that one guy you meet, he practically owns the place." Claire told him.
Conner nodded, "Let's hit the pizza joint." "Okay." she said. And with that, the limo drove off. Claire leaned into Conner, "Do you think my dad was right about this outfit?" She asked Conner uncertainly. "Nah, it looks cute. Conner likes it. And he also likes the hair." He told her. "Thanks, oh yeah, what was that important thing you had to talk to me about?" Claire asked him excitedly.
"Oh, that, well Conner's acting in a movie this summer that's being filmed in Manhattan, and the director wants you to play a part. It's the main part, and the whole movie is being filmed in the summer, for one month, so you wouldn't miss school. You're exactly what the director is looking for. And you'll love it, and you get clothes, and money. So, the director asked if Conner could ask you." Conner said. "So, what do you say?" Conner included.
"Let me check with my parents, I think they'll say yes, but let me make sure." Claire said excitedly. Claire opened up her purse, and started moving things around, "Geez, do you need everything in there?" Conner asked. "Yes." She said to him. She found her phone, and pulled it out.
She dialed her house and her dad picked up. "Hey dad, umm, is mom there, I want to ask you both something." She heard her dad call her mom, "Okay, well Conner just told me this director wants me to act in his movie, it's this summer, so I won't miss school, and it's being filmed in Manhattan. Can I??" Claire asked her parents.
"She heard her parents talking about it. "Yes, if it's really something you want to do." Her mom said finally. "Thanks, it is mom." She responded. "Okay so I have to go, can we talk about this when I get home?" She asked them. "Yes, sweetie, have fun!" Her mom told her. "Bye!" Claire said and hung up.
She wrapped her arms around Conner, "They said yes! I get to act again. Sometimes I hate myself for turning it down, and stopping after Dial L for Loser." Claire told him. "Conner's happy your performing in another movie with him." Conner said, squeezing her back. "Are we going to get in trouble for eating pizza?" Claire asked Conner. "Who cares!" Conner responded.
"We're almost there. Are there going to be any photographs?" Claire questioned him. "I say we get some, let me call someone." Conner said.
Conner pulled out his phone, called someone, and told them where to go. "Okay, well, are you ready to step back into the spotlight?" Conner asked her. She pulled out her pink lip gloss, put some on, and checked her reflection in the mirror. Then, she finger combed her hair. "How do I look?" She asked and amused Conner. "Great." He managed.
The limo pulled up, and outside were at least a dozen photographers, cameras in hand. Conner tossed an unlit cigarette in his mouth, "You ready?" He asked her, and turned towards Claire's terrified face. "Okay, follow my lead." He told her. He smiled at her and reached out his hand, she let him take it, she put a smile on, as he led her out the limo.
Photographers called their names, and took their pictures, Conner put his arm around Claire's shoulder's and the two of them smiled like it was something they did everyday, which was true concerning Conner, but it was a whole new way of life for Claire. Conner pulled her through the photographers, and toward the entrance. "Do something, for a special picture of something." Conner instructed. Claire turned, smiled, waved, and winked at the camera. "Whoa babygirl, nice going." Conner whispered, as he flicked his cigarette, which a photographer took a picture of.