Disclaimer: i do not own any zelda characters. i also do not own the names
of any movie stars i may use but that doesnt matter b/c i doubt any of u
will even know who they r and no offense if u do.
anywho, heres the story: The two biggest rivaling families in Hollywood are put in a movie together. Their youngest children (namely link and zelda) are cast as two lovers and, as u knew they would, they fall in love. link, a married man whose wife is somewhat abusive and addicted to drugs, doesn't know what to do. zelda is angered when the studio boss doesnt approve of the relationship. WHAT HAPPENS?!?!?! read on 2 find out!
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"Honey, hurry it up!" said Shirley, a.k.a the famous Mrs. Robert Harker. "We'll be late for Norma's birthday party! And I heard that Judy Garland will be performing!"
"Comin'!" her son Link said hastily, putting on his formal jacket and hurrying into the limousine. "Okay Frank, hit it!"
Frank, the official chauffer, pressed down on the gas pedal, and the famous Harker family was off. Off to another one of Norma Shearer's luxurious birthday parties. They were always on the guest list.
A phone in the back of the car rang. Robert leaned over to pick it up. "Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Robert Harker, may I be of ser--they did wha-- you can't be serious. You ARE serious." There was a long silence as the person on the other phone explained something. The movie star sighed with annoyance. "Hold on a moment, please."
"What is it, dear?" asked Shirley.
"That was Joan Fontaine on the phone," answered Robert. "She's going to the party, too. And guess who Norma's been doing her last movie with?"
"Who?" asked the car of people.
"None other than Harry Jones," Robert replied. "And she liked him so much as a co-star, Norma's gone and invited their whole ruddy family to her birthday party."
"Not those Joneses!" sighed Shirley. "I hate that stuck-up, flashy family who thinks they're better than everyone else JUST because their family's been in the buisiness longer than anyone else's." She paused. "We simply won't go."
"Oh mother, don't be ridiculous!" whined their daughter, Saria. "Really! Skipping out on a fine party just because of a family that's going to be there! It's not as if you have to socialize with them or anything. Just ignore them."
"And why are you so fond of the Joneses all of a sudden?" demanded Robert.
"Who said I was fond of them?" asked Saria. "I merely want to go to Norma's party! Errol Flynn will be there!"
"Good point," said Shirley. "Um. . .Robert, I think we've left Joan on the phone long enough."
"Oh yes," said Robert. "Oops. I hung up on her by accident."
"Oh well," said Link. "She knew we'd end up coming anyway."
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A few minutes later, the Harker family arrived at Norma Shearer's home.
"Robert! Shirley, How good of you all to come!" Norma greeted them, sweeping into the entrance hall. "And Saria--looking just as lovely as ever! Link, you handsome thing you, you're destined for stardom!"
"But then--he's already a star!" said Robert. The group of them laughed, as they all followed Norma into the main living room.
"Oh, no!" breathed Zelda, tugging on the sleeve of her mother. "Look darling, those awful Harkers have been invited."
"Norma can have such horrid taste sometimes," sighed her mother Madeline, a.ka. the famous Mrs. John Paul Jones. "We'll just have to ignore them, that's all. You know they hate us."
"Yes, I do," sighed Zelda. She stared at Link's profile as he started up a conversation with Richard Vey. "But I must say--their son Link has quite an air about him." She smirked. "I wonder if he'd recognize me."
"Now don't you go throwing yourself at that young man," said Madeline. "Even if he doesn't recognize you, his mother will. And who in this room wouldn't recognize YOU, YOU of all people. Wasn't it your movie that was the sensation of last year, darling?"
"Yes, I suppose so," Zelda sighed.
"And if it hadn't been for that dreadful 'How Green Was My Valley' your picture would've won!"
"And if it hadn't been for that dreadful Joan Fontaine I'd have won Best Actress, is that so?" Zelda asked sarcastically, swishing her cigarette holder.
"Oh, that's besides the point," Madeline said hastily. "But you know there's more than one man here tonight that would die with a smile on their face if you talked to them for more than one minute. And besides dear, that Link Harker is already marr--"
"I know, mother, I know," Zelda interrupted, laughing hoarsley. "You needn't worry about a thing, dear. Besides, I was just having a little fun. The chance of me getting the tiniest bit close to that man are a million to one. For a few reasons: One, I can't stand him--he's just handsome--two, he's already married, and I don't even see his wife anywhere--she must've stayed home; and three: my heart belongs to another."
"Really?" Madeline asked excitedly. "Who is it dear, who is it? Clark Gable?"
"No."
"Errol Flynn?"
"Nope, I'm letting Olivia have her fun with him."
"Then who is it, dear?"
Zelda pointed her cigarette holder at a man brooding in one of the corners. "That big guy over there."
Madeline gasped. "Gannondorf Loxley?! That old brute?"
"Mother, I'm shocked at you! I'm sure that deep down inside, Ganon is much more considerate than he appears. I'm sure that directors are always grouchy, anyway. It's part of their nature sometimes."
"If you don't mind my asking, Zelda, just how did you become fixated on him anyway?"
"I don't know, he just seems like a nice guy to me," stated Zelda. "Sort of. And besides, he's rather handsome, don't you think?"
"Erm. . ." Madeline wrinkled her nose. "If you say so, dear. I'd better be going."
'I've never even spoken to Gannondorf,' Zelda said to herself. She sighed. 'Well, I might as well start now.' She began to make her way through the crowded room.
Link, meanwhile, was trying to find Greer Garson. He wanted to congratulate her on the role she'd just won, but she was no where to be found. No wait, there she was on the other side of the room, talking with the good ol' birthday gal. Link began to navigate his way through the crowd.
"Oof!" grunted Zelda, bumping into someone unexpectedly. She dropped the small box she'd been holding in her hand (Norma's birthday present).
"I'm sorry, Miss," apologized the man she'd ran into. "Please, allow me." He bent down to pick up the box, then slowly stood straight. He stared into her face and blushed.
"Link Harker," Zelda said breathlessly, taking the box as he handed it to her. "I'm sorry, forgive me. I--I wasn't watching where I was going."
"The fault lies with me as well," Link said. After another few awkward seconds, the two of them sped off in their seperate directions.
"Zelda!" called out John Paul (her father, remember), grabbing her elbow. "What have I told you about fraternizing with any of those Harkers??"
"I wasn't socializing, father," Zelda sniffed. "I merely bumped into him, and he apologized like a true gentleman." She rolled her eyes. "Honestly--the way you talk about him and his family, you'd think they weren't human!"
John decided to change the subject. "Do you know where your mother is?"
"No, not really. I was talking to her a moment ago, but we split up."
"I see."
Dinner was served about an hour later. Zelda sat down at the long table between her parents. Several butlers filed into the room after all the guests had sat down. Next to each guest was placed an enormous platter of food.
"My goodness Norma," laughed Shirley. "This certainly does look like a good meal."
"Dear, this is only the first course," said Norma.
"It IS?"
"Yes."
"You're not part Italian, are you?" The two of them laughed at the joke.
"Don't get me started about Italian food," said Judy Garland, rolling her eyes and leaning over to talk to Zelda. "Once I went to one of those benefit dinners, and the head of the association was Italian. First there was tomatoes and cheese with bread. Then came the big loafs of bread--as opposed to the small slices we'd been served earlier. After that was the pasta strudle thing--"
"Was it good?" questioned Zelda.
"It was divine," answered Judy. "But anyhow--I thought that was the main course. The last part of the dinner. So I took two helpings of it. But after that came the salad and the potatoes. Then there was the chicken and beef, and they topped it off with two pineapple upside-down cakes with whipped cream."
"My word!" laughed Zelda.
"No wait--after that they brought out a package of cookies."
"Talk about extravagant cooking," Zelda giggled. "You must've had a terrible stomache ache when you were done."
"Oh the food was to die for, don't get me wrong," said Judy. "There was just too much of it. I didn't have to eat for the next two days. Oops, that reminds me." Judy Garland took a small bottle out of her pocket. She dumped some pills into her gloved hand and quickly placed them in her mouth. The star gulped down some water, then swallwed loudly.
"What in heaven's name were those?" asked Zelda.
"Slimming pills," Judy said in a whisper, leaning across the table. "Louis B. Meyer wants me just as trim and bright as a button when I appear in front of that camera. I can't stand them." She sighed. "I swear, they'll be the death of me some day."
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's fine," laughed Zelda, patting Judy's hand.
"I know," said Judy, smiling. "If it wasn't, I know Mr. Meyer wouldn't give them to me. He always knows what's best for his little starlets like us!"
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A/N: well, thats chapter one. a bit confusing, isn't it? plz tell me what i should clarify in ur reviews. also, if u want 2 know what these movie stars look like so u can get a mental picture of them in ur head (they probly will come up again later), go to. . .idk, google images!! and btw, louis b. meyer was the old stuido head of mgm ..... not a very nice guy. dont 4get 2 review!!
anywho, heres the story: The two biggest rivaling families in Hollywood are put in a movie together. Their youngest children (namely link and zelda) are cast as two lovers and, as u knew they would, they fall in love. link, a married man whose wife is somewhat abusive and addicted to drugs, doesn't know what to do. zelda is angered when the studio boss doesnt approve of the relationship. WHAT HAPPENS?!?!?! read on 2 find out!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Honey, hurry it up!" said Shirley, a.k.a the famous Mrs. Robert Harker. "We'll be late for Norma's birthday party! And I heard that Judy Garland will be performing!"
"Comin'!" her son Link said hastily, putting on his formal jacket and hurrying into the limousine. "Okay Frank, hit it!"
Frank, the official chauffer, pressed down on the gas pedal, and the famous Harker family was off. Off to another one of Norma Shearer's luxurious birthday parties. They were always on the guest list.
A phone in the back of the car rang. Robert leaned over to pick it up. "Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Robert Harker, may I be of ser--they did wha-- you can't be serious. You ARE serious." There was a long silence as the person on the other phone explained something. The movie star sighed with annoyance. "Hold on a moment, please."
"What is it, dear?" asked Shirley.
"That was Joan Fontaine on the phone," answered Robert. "She's going to the party, too. And guess who Norma's been doing her last movie with?"
"Who?" asked the car of people.
"None other than Harry Jones," Robert replied. "And she liked him so much as a co-star, Norma's gone and invited their whole ruddy family to her birthday party."
"Not those Joneses!" sighed Shirley. "I hate that stuck-up, flashy family who thinks they're better than everyone else JUST because their family's been in the buisiness longer than anyone else's." She paused. "We simply won't go."
"Oh mother, don't be ridiculous!" whined their daughter, Saria. "Really! Skipping out on a fine party just because of a family that's going to be there! It's not as if you have to socialize with them or anything. Just ignore them."
"And why are you so fond of the Joneses all of a sudden?" demanded Robert.
"Who said I was fond of them?" asked Saria. "I merely want to go to Norma's party! Errol Flynn will be there!"
"Good point," said Shirley. "Um. . .Robert, I think we've left Joan on the phone long enough."
"Oh yes," said Robert. "Oops. I hung up on her by accident."
"Oh well," said Link. "She knew we'd end up coming anyway."
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A few minutes later, the Harker family arrived at Norma Shearer's home.
"Robert! Shirley, How good of you all to come!" Norma greeted them, sweeping into the entrance hall. "And Saria--looking just as lovely as ever! Link, you handsome thing you, you're destined for stardom!"
"But then--he's already a star!" said Robert. The group of them laughed, as they all followed Norma into the main living room.
"Oh, no!" breathed Zelda, tugging on the sleeve of her mother. "Look darling, those awful Harkers have been invited."
"Norma can have such horrid taste sometimes," sighed her mother Madeline, a.ka. the famous Mrs. John Paul Jones. "We'll just have to ignore them, that's all. You know they hate us."
"Yes, I do," sighed Zelda. She stared at Link's profile as he started up a conversation with Richard Vey. "But I must say--their son Link has quite an air about him." She smirked. "I wonder if he'd recognize me."
"Now don't you go throwing yourself at that young man," said Madeline. "Even if he doesn't recognize you, his mother will. And who in this room wouldn't recognize YOU, YOU of all people. Wasn't it your movie that was the sensation of last year, darling?"
"Yes, I suppose so," Zelda sighed.
"And if it hadn't been for that dreadful 'How Green Was My Valley' your picture would've won!"
"And if it hadn't been for that dreadful Joan Fontaine I'd have won Best Actress, is that so?" Zelda asked sarcastically, swishing her cigarette holder.
"Oh, that's besides the point," Madeline said hastily. "But you know there's more than one man here tonight that would die with a smile on their face if you talked to them for more than one minute. And besides dear, that Link Harker is already marr--"
"I know, mother, I know," Zelda interrupted, laughing hoarsley. "You needn't worry about a thing, dear. Besides, I was just having a little fun. The chance of me getting the tiniest bit close to that man are a million to one. For a few reasons: One, I can't stand him--he's just handsome--two, he's already married, and I don't even see his wife anywhere--she must've stayed home; and three: my heart belongs to another."
"Really?" Madeline asked excitedly. "Who is it dear, who is it? Clark Gable?"
"No."
"Errol Flynn?"
"Nope, I'm letting Olivia have her fun with him."
"Then who is it, dear?"
Zelda pointed her cigarette holder at a man brooding in one of the corners. "That big guy over there."
Madeline gasped. "Gannondorf Loxley?! That old brute?"
"Mother, I'm shocked at you! I'm sure that deep down inside, Ganon is much more considerate than he appears. I'm sure that directors are always grouchy, anyway. It's part of their nature sometimes."
"If you don't mind my asking, Zelda, just how did you become fixated on him anyway?"
"I don't know, he just seems like a nice guy to me," stated Zelda. "Sort of. And besides, he's rather handsome, don't you think?"
"Erm. . ." Madeline wrinkled her nose. "If you say so, dear. I'd better be going."
'I've never even spoken to Gannondorf,' Zelda said to herself. She sighed. 'Well, I might as well start now.' She began to make her way through the crowded room.
Link, meanwhile, was trying to find Greer Garson. He wanted to congratulate her on the role she'd just won, but she was no where to be found. No wait, there she was on the other side of the room, talking with the good ol' birthday gal. Link began to navigate his way through the crowd.
"Oof!" grunted Zelda, bumping into someone unexpectedly. She dropped the small box she'd been holding in her hand (Norma's birthday present).
"I'm sorry, Miss," apologized the man she'd ran into. "Please, allow me." He bent down to pick up the box, then slowly stood straight. He stared into her face and blushed.
"Link Harker," Zelda said breathlessly, taking the box as he handed it to her. "I'm sorry, forgive me. I--I wasn't watching where I was going."
"The fault lies with me as well," Link said. After another few awkward seconds, the two of them sped off in their seperate directions.
"Zelda!" called out John Paul (her father, remember), grabbing her elbow. "What have I told you about fraternizing with any of those Harkers??"
"I wasn't socializing, father," Zelda sniffed. "I merely bumped into him, and he apologized like a true gentleman." She rolled her eyes. "Honestly--the way you talk about him and his family, you'd think they weren't human!"
John decided to change the subject. "Do you know where your mother is?"
"No, not really. I was talking to her a moment ago, but we split up."
"I see."
Dinner was served about an hour later. Zelda sat down at the long table between her parents. Several butlers filed into the room after all the guests had sat down. Next to each guest was placed an enormous platter of food.
"My goodness Norma," laughed Shirley. "This certainly does look like a good meal."
"Dear, this is only the first course," said Norma.
"It IS?"
"Yes."
"You're not part Italian, are you?" The two of them laughed at the joke.
"Don't get me started about Italian food," said Judy Garland, rolling her eyes and leaning over to talk to Zelda. "Once I went to one of those benefit dinners, and the head of the association was Italian. First there was tomatoes and cheese with bread. Then came the big loafs of bread--as opposed to the small slices we'd been served earlier. After that was the pasta strudle thing--"
"Was it good?" questioned Zelda.
"It was divine," answered Judy. "But anyhow--I thought that was the main course. The last part of the dinner. So I took two helpings of it. But after that came the salad and the potatoes. Then there was the chicken and beef, and they topped it off with two pineapple upside-down cakes with whipped cream."
"My word!" laughed Zelda.
"No wait--after that they brought out a package of cookies."
"Talk about extravagant cooking," Zelda giggled. "You must've had a terrible stomache ache when you were done."
"Oh the food was to die for, don't get me wrong," said Judy. "There was just too much of it. I didn't have to eat for the next two days. Oops, that reminds me." Judy Garland took a small bottle out of her pocket. She dumped some pills into her gloved hand and quickly placed them in her mouth. The star gulped down some water, then swallwed loudly.
"What in heaven's name were those?" asked Zelda.
"Slimming pills," Judy said in a whisper, leaning across the table. "Louis B. Meyer wants me just as trim and bright as a button when I appear in front of that camera. I can't stand them." She sighed. "I swear, they'll be the death of me some day."
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's fine," laughed Zelda, patting Judy's hand.
"I know," said Judy, smiling. "If it wasn't, I know Mr. Meyer wouldn't give them to me. He always knows what's best for his little starlets like us!"
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A/N: well, thats chapter one. a bit confusing, isn't it? plz tell me what i should clarify in ur reviews. also, if u want 2 know what these movie stars look like so u can get a mental picture of them in ur head (they probly will come up again later), go to. . .idk, google images!! and btw, louis b. meyer was the old stuido head of mgm ..... not a very nice guy. dont 4get 2 review!!