A/N: It's FINALLY here!! Whoo, this is my first lengthy Lizzie McGuire fic, so be patient with me, ok? I have a few chapters written and I'll be posting them every few days, giving myself time to keep writing more so I don't leave you all hanging for a long period of time while I go through a dry spell or something. Anyway, reviews are GREATLY appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Remember the EP where Gordo got to go to highschool? But he came back? Well this is my version of what would have happened if he decided NOt to come back. It's set when the gang is older, 22-23ish. Gordo is a professional director, living in New York, all alone. He hasn't spoken to the girls since high school, and hasn't been back to Hillridge since he had moved to New York to live with a relative while he went to college when he was 16. Then he starts wondering what might have happened if he stayed, and all sorts of strange happenings occur.
Disclaimer: This time I own absolutely nothing. Even the plot is kind of ripped off! Think 'The Family Man' with a twist ; ) Don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Ch. 1 - A Professional Director
"Ok, that's it for today people! Go on home and get some sleep!" David Gordon stretched tiredly and rolled his shoulders a few times before gathering his things. After putting all his documents and things in his backpack he pulled the straps over his shoulders and watched as everyone gathered their own things and stumbled tiredly out of the warehouse. He felt an odd calmness wash over him as he reflected on the past month. It still amazed him that it had only been on month. One month since he finally got his big break. One month since he had graduated from 'Independent Film Director' to full on, 'Professional Director'. Sure it didn't sound like it was that big of a deal, but to David it was the world. It was his chance to finally prove himself. His chance to show the world just what he was really made of.
It was only a month ago that he had received the call from one of the largest entertainment companies in the US. Warner Brothers Entertainment wanted him to direct their latest movie. Warner Brothers Entertainment wanted -him- to direct their latest -movie-! David had surprised himself by calmly and professionally talking with the Executive who had phoned and took down all the information he was given. As soon as the phone hit the cradle, though, he was running around his apartment screaming, and laughing, and celebrating. Alone. The next few weeks were a blur of meetings, and discussions, and interviews, and introductions, and even more meetings. And finally, one week ago, shooting started and David was the official director for a Major Motion Picture. He couldn't have been more proud of himself.
Returning to the present, David shook his head and smiled to himself, before pulling his director's cap over his dark, unruly, curls. As he headed out the doors of the warehouse where that days filming was being held, Kevin McNeal, one of the younger camera men, fell into step beside him.
"Hey Mr. Gordon." He greeted politely, the lack of sleep over the past week present in his voice, as well as his appearance.
"Kevin, for the last time man, it's -David-." He replied in a stern, yet friendly tone. He could hear the tiredness in his voice as well and suddenly longed for his warm, comfortable bed.
"Sorry, Mr....-David-." Kevin corrected himself, smiling sheepishly as he adjusted the strap of his camera bag on his shoulder.
"It's turning it out pretty good, huh? I mean I know we've only been filming a week and all, but so far it's run pretty smoothly, doncha think? This movie's gonna kick ass, man." David smiled at the excitement in his young friends voice. He looked over at Kevin and took note of the gleam in his eyes and smile on his face. His body was relaxed and tired, and dark circles had formed under his bloodshot eyes. But despite all of that he still beamed with excitement. David remembered being that way, when he had gotten his very first -real- job behind the camera. It was pure hell, no sleep, barely any breaks between shooting, an asshole of a director, but he loved every second of it.
"Ya know what? Usually I never even think about the final production until after filming, and editing, and everything is done. I don't want to jinx anything. Throughout filming I just focus on the moment, just one scene at a time. But in this case, I think you're right, I'm not afraid to say this movie -will- rock. We've got an excellent camera crew on our hands. You're doing a great job for your first time filming a real movie, Kevin, keep it up." David answered sincerely. He remembered all the jobs he had had as a cameraman. How rude all the directors he had worked with were, constantly making him feel inadequate, and putting his work down, making him film one scene over and over again, resulting in the actors being bitter with him for making them work longer hours. He had promised himself way back then that he would be different, he would be uplifting and approachable, the kind of director people -wanted- to work with as opposed to -had- to work with.
"Thanks man, anyway I see my car, see ya Monday Mr....Um, David!" Kevin shook his head and chuckled as he headed towards his car, and David waved him off with a smile. He found his own car, loaded his stuff into it and headed home with a relieved sigh.
As he closed the door behind him and stepped into his mid-sized apartment, David let out a long, tired sigh. It had been a -long- week. All he wanted was to crawl into his warm, soft bed and -sleep-. He pulled off his jacket and draped it over the back of his couch on his way into the kitchen. As he poured himself a glass of OJ he noticed the red light on his phone blinking, indicating 'new messages'. He reached over to the phone on his counter and hit the 'play' button before hopping onto the counter and drinking his juice as he listened to his messages.
"David, it's Jon, listen I'm having some trouble with that editing program you loaned me. Gimme a call later or stop by and help me out it, will ya? I'll be home all weekend." David nodded, making a self-note to call him tomorrow afternoon. Jon was an old friend of his from college, he was a few years older than him, but a few years behind him as far as editing knowledge was concerned. They had gotten pretty close in college after David discovered how much Jon knew about camera's and angles and lighting, and Jon discovered how much David knew about cutting, and dubbing, and effects.
"Yo Davey-Boy! It's Mark, man, pick it up! Come on, come on, come on! Pick. Up. The. Phone! I ain't hanging up 'til you pick up the damn phone, punk, come on!...Oh shit, you're working today, huh? Hahaha, my bad man, sorry. Listen up, me and some of the guys are going out tonight, you -gotta- come! Mike's bringing his hot cousin, you know the one, eh? Hahaha! So gimme a call, we're leaving around 10!" David checked his watch, even though he knew he wouldn't be going out. 11:15, he smiled to himself, grateful for having work as an excuse to get out of another one of Mark's Wild Night's. Mark had been David's roommate his second year in college and the two developed a great friendship. Mark was a really fun guy, a -really- fun guy. At times he was just a little too fun for David to handle, but he still liked the guy plenty.
"Hey Dave, it's Cameron, I haven't heard from you in a while babe, call me sometime? I'll be home, waiting for your call." This time David made a face, wrinkling his nose up and sticking his tongue out. Cameron was one of the secretaries he had met while involved with all the Warner Brothers meetings. They had hung out a little, and went on a few dates, but David wasn't all that interested in a relationship with her. Not when he had so much work to do. He kept her number on file, though, for future reference. He had a lot of numbers on file for future reference. He supposed he just wasn't the type who dated until he felt mature enough to handle a relationship. Either that or he hadn't found what he was looking for yet.
"David, it's your mother. I'm just checking up on you. Have you been eating? You aren't letting your dirty clothes pile up are you? Remember, sweetheart, a clean home is a happy home. Call me when you get a chance and let me know how my little boy is doing, ok honey? Your father say's hello, he's still beaming with pride about your movie." David grinned, remember the day he had told his parents about his achievement. His parents had always been supportive and proud of him, but he'd never in all his years heard them scream with joy the way they had on the phone that day. It made him smile every time he thought about it.
"By the way, an old friend of yours called me today, Elizabeth McGuire? You remember her don't you? She was such a sweet girl, just a little doll. I always wondered why the two of you never dated. She would have made an excellent wife you know. She was always so caring and sweet. One of the most polite girls I'd ever come across. I still talk with her mother now and then, you know, it seems that boy of theirs is turning out to be quite the young actor. Oh listen to me ramble on, anyway, she's moving to New York! Something about a job? I'm not sure. I have her number somewhere, when you call me back I'll have it for you. I love you sweetheart! Take care!"
A/N: First two chapters might be a little long, and maybe even a bit boring. But don't worry, it only gets better : ) Please overlook any typos, I'll fix them as I read over this on a later day. Enjoy! Review! Thank you! (Hey! That rhymed!)
Summary: Remember the EP where Gordo got to go to highschool? But he came back? Well this is my version of what would have happened if he decided NOt to come back. It's set when the gang is older, 22-23ish. Gordo is a professional director, living in New York, all alone. He hasn't spoken to the girls since high school, and hasn't been back to Hillridge since he had moved to New York to live with a relative while he went to college when he was 16. Then he starts wondering what might have happened if he stayed, and all sorts of strange happenings occur.
Disclaimer: This time I own absolutely nothing. Even the plot is kind of ripped off! Think 'The Family Man' with a twist ; ) Don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Ch. 1 - A Professional Director
"Ok, that's it for today people! Go on home and get some sleep!" David Gordon stretched tiredly and rolled his shoulders a few times before gathering his things. After putting all his documents and things in his backpack he pulled the straps over his shoulders and watched as everyone gathered their own things and stumbled tiredly out of the warehouse. He felt an odd calmness wash over him as he reflected on the past month. It still amazed him that it had only been on month. One month since he finally got his big break. One month since he had graduated from 'Independent Film Director' to full on, 'Professional Director'. Sure it didn't sound like it was that big of a deal, but to David it was the world. It was his chance to finally prove himself. His chance to show the world just what he was really made of.
It was only a month ago that he had received the call from one of the largest entertainment companies in the US. Warner Brothers Entertainment wanted him to direct their latest movie. Warner Brothers Entertainment wanted -him- to direct their latest -movie-! David had surprised himself by calmly and professionally talking with the Executive who had phoned and took down all the information he was given. As soon as the phone hit the cradle, though, he was running around his apartment screaming, and laughing, and celebrating. Alone. The next few weeks were a blur of meetings, and discussions, and interviews, and introductions, and even more meetings. And finally, one week ago, shooting started and David was the official director for a Major Motion Picture. He couldn't have been more proud of himself.
Returning to the present, David shook his head and smiled to himself, before pulling his director's cap over his dark, unruly, curls. As he headed out the doors of the warehouse where that days filming was being held, Kevin McNeal, one of the younger camera men, fell into step beside him.
"Hey Mr. Gordon." He greeted politely, the lack of sleep over the past week present in his voice, as well as his appearance.
"Kevin, for the last time man, it's -David-." He replied in a stern, yet friendly tone. He could hear the tiredness in his voice as well and suddenly longed for his warm, comfortable bed.
"Sorry, Mr....-David-." Kevin corrected himself, smiling sheepishly as he adjusted the strap of his camera bag on his shoulder.
"It's turning it out pretty good, huh? I mean I know we've only been filming a week and all, but so far it's run pretty smoothly, doncha think? This movie's gonna kick ass, man." David smiled at the excitement in his young friends voice. He looked over at Kevin and took note of the gleam in his eyes and smile on his face. His body was relaxed and tired, and dark circles had formed under his bloodshot eyes. But despite all of that he still beamed with excitement. David remembered being that way, when he had gotten his very first -real- job behind the camera. It was pure hell, no sleep, barely any breaks between shooting, an asshole of a director, but he loved every second of it.
"Ya know what? Usually I never even think about the final production until after filming, and editing, and everything is done. I don't want to jinx anything. Throughout filming I just focus on the moment, just one scene at a time. But in this case, I think you're right, I'm not afraid to say this movie -will- rock. We've got an excellent camera crew on our hands. You're doing a great job for your first time filming a real movie, Kevin, keep it up." David answered sincerely. He remembered all the jobs he had had as a cameraman. How rude all the directors he had worked with were, constantly making him feel inadequate, and putting his work down, making him film one scene over and over again, resulting in the actors being bitter with him for making them work longer hours. He had promised himself way back then that he would be different, he would be uplifting and approachable, the kind of director people -wanted- to work with as opposed to -had- to work with.
"Thanks man, anyway I see my car, see ya Monday Mr....Um, David!" Kevin shook his head and chuckled as he headed towards his car, and David waved him off with a smile. He found his own car, loaded his stuff into it and headed home with a relieved sigh.
As he closed the door behind him and stepped into his mid-sized apartment, David let out a long, tired sigh. It had been a -long- week. All he wanted was to crawl into his warm, soft bed and -sleep-. He pulled off his jacket and draped it over the back of his couch on his way into the kitchen. As he poured himself a glass of OJ he noticed the red light on his phone blinking, indicating 'new messages'. He reached over to the phone on his counter and hit the 'play' button before hopping onto the counter and drinking his juice as he listened to his messages.
"David, it's Jon, listen I'm having some trouble with that editing program you loaned me. Gimme a call later or stop by and help me out it, will ya? I'll be home all weekend." David nodded, making a self-note to call him tomorrow afternoon. Jon was an old friend of his from college, he was a few years older than him, but a few years behind him as far as editing knowledge was concerned. They had gotten pretty close in college after David discovered how much Jon knew about camera's and angles and lighting, and Jon discovered how much David knew about cutting, and dubbing, and effects.
"Yo Davey-Boy! It's Mark, man, pick it up! Come on, come on, come on! Pick. Up. The. Phone! I ain't hanging up 'til you pick up the damn phone, punk, come on!...Oh shit, you're working today, huh? Hahaha, my bad man, sorry. Listen up, me and some of the guys are going out tonight, you -gotta- come! Mike's bringing his hot cousin, you know the one, eh? Hahaha! So gimme a call, we're leaving around 10!" David checked his watch, even though he knew he wouldn't be going out. 11:15, he smiled to himself, grateful for having work as an excuse to get out of another one of Mark's Wild Night's. Mark had been David's roommate his second year in college and the two developed a great friendship. Mark was a really fun guy, a -really- fun guy. At times he was just a little too fun for David to handle, but he still liked the guy plenty.
"Hey Dave, it's Cameron, I haven't heard from you in a while babe, call me sometime? I'll be home, waiting for your call." This time David made a face, wrinkling his nose up and sticking his tongue out. Cameron was one of the secretaries he had met while involved with all the Warner Brothers meetings. They had hung out a little, and went on a few dates, but David wasn't all that interested in a relationship with her. Not when he had so much work to do. He kept her number on file, though, for future reference. He had a lot of numbers on file for future reference. He supposed he just wasn't the type who dated until he felt mature enough to handle a relationship. Either that or he hadn't found what he was looking for yet.
"David, it's your mother. I'm just checking up on you. Have you been eating? You aren't letting your dirty clothes pile up are you? Remember, sweetheart, a clean home is a happy home. Call me when you get a chance and let me know how my little boy is doing, ok honey? Your father say's hello, he's still beaming with pride about your movie." David grinned, remember the day he had told his parents about his achievement. His parents had always been supportive and proud of him, but he'd never in all his years heard them scream with joy the way they had on the phone that day. It made him smile every time he thought about it.
"By the way, an old friend of yours called me today, Elizabeth McGuire? You remember her don't you? She was such a sweet girl, just a little doll. I always wondered why the two of you never dated. She would have made an excellent wife you know. She was always so caring and sweet. One of the most polite girls I'd ever come across. I still talk with her mother now and then, you know, it seems that boy of theirs is turning out to be quite the young actor. Oh listen to me ramble on, anyway, she's moving to New York! Something about a job? I'm not sure. I have her number somewhere, when you call me back I'll have it for you. I love you sweetheart! Take care!"
A/N: First two chapters might be a little long, and maybe even a bit boring. But don't worry, it only gets better : ) Please overlook any typos, I'll fix them as I read over this on a later day. Enjoy! Review! Thank you! (Hey! That rhymed!)