A/N: Little bit of clarification....Lizzie Mcguire is going under the stage name of Hilary Duff, sorry about the confusion...On with the story!
I read through the memo once more, my assistant standing eagerly beside me, awaiting my descision.
"Would you be interested?" he asked. "Think of all the fame this could bring you."
I sighed impatiently.
"I direct small, independent documentaries, not MTV reality shows," I said once again, trying to get my point across. "Besides, I don't know if I could do a TV show."
"Mr. Johnson, this Mike guy, he is her manager, and he really wants you for the show. He has seen your work, and he is a huge fan."
"I'll consider it, and that is all that I will committ to. Who is this Hilary Duff anyways?" I asked, flipping through my other papers.
"Bubblegum popstar, but she wants to be a serious actress. She recently dyed her hair dark brown to distinguish herself."
"Don't they all want to be serious actresses?" I asked again, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, but at least this one writes her own music."
"She does? What are her songs?"
"So Yesterday, Why not, Come Clean, and some other songs like that."
"Really?" I asked. I had heard some of these songs on the radio. "How do you know all of this?"
"My daughter is a huge fan," he said. "Please consider this, Mr. Johnson."
I thought for another moment, but all I could think about were the perks that this could bring me.
"I guess..."
"Great! I'll get right back to her manager."
My assistant rushed back to the phone at his desk, to let Mike know of the good news. Meanwhile, I picked up the latest copy of the National Enquirer. I had a subscription because I liked to know what they said about me.
I looked at the main headline.
HILARY DUFF AND ADAM MERCER EXPECTING?
So this was the famous Hilary Duff. I tried to get a better look at the girl's face, but the picture was way too grainy. This girl did look like she was expecting, but even I knew how much they doctored those photos.
My eyes then wandered to the tiny headline at the corner of the front page.
DANIEL JOHNSON: IS HE GAY?
I laughed out loud. This stuff is hysterical!
SOURCES TELL US THE REAL REASON WHY THE INDEPENDENT FILM DIRECTOR NEVER BRINGS A DATE TO AWARD SHOWS. THE SEXY BACHELOR DOES NOT REALLY HAVE A THING FOR WOMEN...
I had been getting this sort of attention ever since I won the Oscar for Best Documentary, and people started to hail me as "the next Steven Spielberg." So far, I have been linked to numerous different actresses, (and now I'm probably going to be linked to several different actors as well), I have had a near fatal illness, and I had a supposed Las Vegas wedding with a complete stranger.
Too bad that they can't dig up my past, though. I always direct my films under the name of Daniel Johnson, and that it what the public knows me as. Not that I would really mind them finding out the story of Lizzie Mcguire, my first love.
FLASHBACK
I ran up to my room so I could get ready for work, but on my bed was a single envelope, addressed to me. I tore it open, not knowing what it could be. But, the surprise that I got was terrible.
DEAR GORDO,
I AM TERRIBLY SORRY, BUT I CANNOT GO ON LEADING YOU ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE. YOU SEE, DURING SPRING BREAK I MET SOMEONE ELSE, SOMEONE THAT I LOVE WITH ALL OF MY HEART. THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS I AM AFRAID THAT I HAVE ONLY BEEN USING YOU. I DON'T REALLY LOVE YOU, AND I DOUBT THAT I EVER HAVE TRULY LOVED YOU. I MUST HAVE MISTAKEN FRIENDSHIP FOR LOVE.
LIZZIE
I wanted to talk to Lizzie again, because I still held the hope that maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But she left soon after I got that letter, and her parents would not even claim her as their daughter. I figured that she probably ran off to be with her lover.
That is the real reason that I have the enigma of Hollywood. Why at every award show, there I am without a date. My heart was torn out and stomped on by a girl named Lizzie Mcguire.
I still managed to make it through, going to the USC film school on a scholarship. Soon after I graduated, I made a documentary that was sort of autobiographical, but I set it after someone else's life. My film won first place at the Sundance Film Festival, and also the Oscar for Best Documentary.
But with all of these successes, there is still a hole that was left in my heart the day that Lizzie left me.
I read through the memo once more, my assistant standing eagerly beside me, awaiting my descision.
"Would you be interested?" he asked. "Think of all the fame this could bring you."
I sighed impatiently.
"I direct small, independent documentaries, not MTV reality shows," I said once again, trying to get my point across. "Besides, I don't know if I could do a TV show."
"Mr. Johnson, this Mike guy, he is her manager, and he really wants you for the show. He has seen your work, and he is a huge fan."
"I'll consider it, and that is all that I will committ to. Who is this Hilary Duff anyways?" I asked, flipping through my other papers.
"Bubblegum popstar, but she wants to be a serious actress. She recently dyed her hair dark brown to distinguish herself."
"Don't they all want to be serious actresses?" I asked again, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah, but at least this one writes her own music."
"She does? What are her songs?"
"So Yesterday, Why not, Come Clean, and some other songs like that."
"Really?" I asked. I had heard some of these songs on the radio. "How do you know all of this?"
"My daughter is a huge fan," he said. "Please consider this, Mr. Johnson."
I thought for another moment, but all I could think about were the perks that this could bring me.
"I guess..."
"Great! I'll get right back to her manager."
My assistant rushed back to the phone at his desk, to let Mike know of the good news. Meanwhile, I picked up the latest copy of the National Enquirer. I had a subscription because I liked to know what they said about me.
I looked at the main headline.
HILARY DUFF AND ADAM MERCER EXPECTING?
So this was the famous Hilary Duff. I tried to get a better look at the girl's face, but the picture was way too grainy. This girl did look like she was expecting, but even I knew how much they doctored those photos.
My eyes then wandered to the tiny headline at the corner of the front page.
DANIEL JOHNSON: IS HE GAY?
I laughed out loud. This stuff is hysterical!
SOURCES TELL US THE REAL REASON WHY THE INDEPENDENT FILM DIRECTOR NEVER BRINGS A DATE TO AWARD SHOWS. THE SEXY BACHELOR DOES NOT REALLY HAVE A THING FOR WOMEN...
I had been getting this sort of attention ever since I won the Oscar for Best Documentary, and people started to hail me as "the next Steven Spielberg." So far, I have been linked to numerous different actresses, (and now I'm probably going to be linked to several different actors as well), I have had a near fatal illness, and I had a supposed Las Vegas wedding with a complete stranger.
Too bad that they can't dig up my past, though. I always direct my films under the name of Daniel Johnson, and that it what the public knows me as. Not that I would really mind them finding out the story of Lizzie Mcguire, my first love.
FLASHBACK
I ran up to my room so I could get ready for work, but on my bed was a single envelope, addressed to me. I tore it open, not knowing what it could be. But, the surprise that I got was terrible.
DEAR GORDO,
I AM TERRIBLY SORRY, BUT I CANNOT GO ON LEADING YOU ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE. YOU SEE, DURING SPRING BREAK I MET SOMEONE ELSE, SOMEONE THAT I LOVE WITH ALL OF MY HEART. THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS I AM AFRAID THAT I HAVE ONLY BEEN USING YOU. I DON'T REALLY LOVE YOU, AND I DOUBT THAT I EVER HAVE TRULY LOVED YOU. I MUST HAVE MISTAKEN FRIENDSHIP FOR LOVE.
LIZZIE
I wanted to talk to Lizzie again, because I still held the hope that maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But she left soon after I got that letter, and her parents would not even claim her as their daughter. I figured that she probably ran off to be with her lover.
That is the real reason that I have the enigma of Hollywood. Why at every award show, there I am without a date. My heart was torn out and stomped on by a girl named Lizzie Mcguire.
I still managed to make it through, going to the USC film school on a scholarship. Soon after I graduated, I made a documentary that was sort of autobiographical, but I set it after someone else's life. My film won first place at the Sundance Film Festival, and also the Oscar for Best Documentary.
But with all of these successes, there is still a hole that was left in my heart the day that Lizzie left me.