heres chapter 3, sry 4 that confusion earlier!!
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Several wardrobe changes later, it was five o'clock the next day. Zelda's dress was a shimmering golden color, and it went down to her ankles. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, and she also wore a long silver necklace.
Madeline, on the other hand, was donning a large and ridiculous feathered hat, and was dressed in high-heeled black shoes, and swishing around a cigarette in a cigarette holder to increase her sex appeal.
John Paul was dressed in a simple tux, looking very sharp for a man his age. He held a box of cigars in one hand, and stuffed it into his pocket. "Ready, ladies? Let's go! The limo's waiting!"
"So do we know who else is going to be in the picture?" Zelda asked as they started driving along the ride. "I heard that Errol Flynn is trying out for my opposite!" She squealed in excitment. "I meant to ask Loxley when he called, but I was too thrilled to remember to inquire about it."
"I guess we'll just have to find out once we get there," Madeline sighed, grinning widely from ear to ear.
As they pulled into the studio, Zelda said, "Mother, isn't that the Harker's limousine over there?"
Madeline leaned over John Paul and looked out her window as their car came to a stop. "Je-zoos! It IS! Don't tell me they're in the pic--"
"They must be," Zelda sighed, getting out of the car. "Why else would they be here?" Something told her they weren't here for a casting call.
She was about to run over and start yelling at them, when she remembered Greer's words: 'I've made a film with both Saria and Link before, and they're really very nice people.' Taking a deep breath, Zelda walked over to them and smiled.
"Good evening," she said in a higher voice than usual, addressing Saria and Link. "Are you two here for. . .the. . ."
"Yes," Link said in a rather uncomfortable voice. "We. . .are."
"If it's not out of my place, where's Malon?" Zelda asked sweetly, inquiring about Link's wife. "I had hoped to see her here." That could've easily been the biggest lie Zelda had ever told.
"She's taken rather ill, unfortunately," Link answered, noticing that the rest of his family and Zelda's were walking ahead of them. "Uh. . .I think that it's time we get going in there. . ."
"Oh yes," she said quickly.
"Loxley must've been a tad drunk when he saw you audition, dearie," Madeline snarled to Shirley in an undertone, curling her lip. "Bette Davis would've beaten you to a pulp to get this part if she hadn't already signed on to that RKO picture."
"Well she did sign onto it, didn't she?" Shirley said, equally brutal. "But you'd better act pretty hard if you want to be convincing as a loving, caring mother."
Madeline growled, not able to think up a quick response.
The men, meanwhile, were having their own little feud. Names were exchanged, such us "worm," "monkey," "Clark Gable imposter" and "upstart." Saria, on the other hand, stood somewhat distanced from the others, quiet and diminutive.
"Well, I'm so glad you were all able to make it," Ganon said to them warmly, once they had all been seated. Murmurs were exchanged throughout the other cast members as the Joneses sat opposite the Harkers. Gannondorf cleared his throat, then said, "Now that we've all arrived, I suppose that dinner can be started."
Zelda looked around the table at all the familiar faces: There were the sisters Nayru and Farore, undoubtedly playing the characters of Audrey's two closest friends; Darunia had struck up a conversation with Link, and had probably ended up getting the part of Link's brother, and yet there was one face she didn't recognize. . .
"I'm sorry," Zelda said, leaning over the table to a girl with flaming red hair. "I don't recognize you, are you. . .new?"
"Oh, Zelda Jones, I'm sorry for not introducing myself!" the girl said, dropping her fork and shaking Zelda's hand. Zelda noticed that she spoke with a bit of an English accent. "I only just got my contract a couple weeks ago, and this is my first picture! My name's Din."
"A last name?" Zelda asked.
Din shrugged. "I don't have one. I'm foreign, you see, and no one could pronounce my last name. No one could think of a good new one for me either, so they decided to leave me last-nameless." (a/n: like Cher!)
"I suppose you didn't want it changed, like I did," Zelda said.
"No, I didn't," Din answered. Then her eyes widened. "Wait a minute. . .your real name is Zelda?"
"Nope," Zelda answered. "Oh, how I hate my old name! It was dispicable!"
"What--" Din caught herself mid-sentence, and looked down.
Zelda smiled and whispered, "It used to be Mildred."
"M-Mildred??" Din asked incredulously. "That's not. . .that bad, is it?"
"It's not a show-buisiness name, good or not." She sighed. "How they came to pick the name Zelda, I have no idea. But I've always hated the name Mildred for myself and Zelda seemed to suit me much better. I don't really like to talk about it much, if you know what I mean."
Din nodded. "I won't tell anybody."
Zelda smiled. "Good." She shivered. 'Mildred! UGH!'
"Glad you could get onto this picture, boy," Darunia said in a low voice, slapping Link on the shoulder. "I've made one film with your father before, and it'll be nice to do one with his son!"
"The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure," Link said, smiling. "I've been wondering if they'd ever make this play into a movie once I saw it on Broadway. . .then I heard that they were, and I jumped at the chance to audition for the part."
"Oh, Link," Darunia said, sitting back and putting an arm around the man next to him. "Have you formally met Bogie, here?" He nodded his head at Humphrey Bogart, one of the most famous gangster actors of the era.
"So you're the famous Link Harker, are ya?" asked Humphrey, leaning over to shake Link's hand. "Your dad's a swell guy, you know that? Never made a picture with him before, but we've hung around the lot sometimes."
"Don't you have a contract with Warner Brothers, Humphrey?" Link asked.
"Yeah," Bogart answered, grinning and showing his teeth. "But they lent me out for this picture; it's supposed to be a punishment for disgracing the studio. You see, I had just finished a fight with my wife, and I was drunken and angry. When I came out of a bar, some journalists and photogrophers got in my way. I was tired and annoyed, so I knocked one of those sunuvabishes right offa his feet!"
He and Darunia laughed as Link studied what he'd just said. Bogart spoke with a deep, slightly slurred voice, and he wouldn't be surprised if the actor was drunk now. But he couldn't be. . .he wasn't.
"After seeing your movies, I wouldn't have expected you to do one like this," Link said after a while.
"You kiddin'?" Humphrey chuckled. "I get to play your mother's guy. Ya know, the one she ain't married to. Oughtta make a good movie, I think." He looked around. "Yep, this'll be an interesting picture once it's finished."
"I should hope so," Link said. "Hey look, its Meyer."
When he said Meyer, Link was referring to the King of the lot, head of the studio, Louis B. Meyer. His word was law. Gannondorf said that he had come here to check up on every body, and had brought their official copies of the scripts.
"I know you're all just swell people," Mr. Meyer said. "I have a lot of faith in you, and in this picture you're making. If we pull the ropes right. . ." He took a loud puff on his huge cigar. "This oughtta be a hit at Oscar night!"
The cast applauded. "Nice to have such a loving boss," remarked Nayru to her sister. "Where would we be without him?"
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Author's Note:
short i know but i wanted 2 have a scene w/ just that dinner part!!
btw, like greer garson, humphrey bogart will become a regular in this story. they r the only 2 actors i will probly ask u 2 remember....and btw, they r also both very cool and i recommend their movies 2 everyone!! plz review!!
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Several wardrobe changes later, it was five o'clock the next day. Zelda's dress was a shimmering golden color, and it went down to her ankles. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, and she also wore a long silver necklace.
Madeline, on the other hand, was donning a large and ridiculous feathered hat, and was dressed in high-heeled black shoes, and swishing around a cigarette in a cigarette holder to increase her sex appeal.
John Paul was dressed in a simple tux, looking very sharp for a man his age. He held a box of cigars in one hand, and stuffed it into his pocket. "Ready, ladies? Let's go! The limo's waiting!"
"So do we know who else is going to be in the picture?" Zelda asked as they started driving along the ride. "I heard that Errol Flynn is trying out for my opposite!" She squealed in excitment. "I meant to ask Loxley when he called, but I was too thrilled to remember to inquire about it."
"I guess we'll just have to find out once we get there," Madeline sighed, grinning widely from ear to ear.
As they pulled into the studio, Zelda said, "Mother, isn't that the Harker's limousine over there?"
Madeline leaned over John Paul and looked out her window as their car came to a stop. "Je-zoos! It IS! Don't tell me they're in the pic--"
"They must be," Zelda sighed, getting out of the car. "Why else would they be here?" Something told her they weren't here for a casting call.
She was about to run over and start yelling at them, when she remembered Greer's words: 'I've made a film with both Saria and Link before, and they're really very nice people.' Taking a deep breath, Zelda walked over to them and smiled.
"Good evening," she said in a higher voice than usual, addressing Saria and Link. "Are you two here for. . .the. . ."
"Yes," Link said in a rather uncomfortable voice. "We. . .are."
"If it's not out of my place, where's Malon?" Zelda asked sweetly, inquiring about Link's wife. "I had hoped to see her here." That could've easily been the biggest lie Zelda had ever told.
"She's taken rather ill, unfortunately," Link answered, noticing that the rest of his family and Zelda's were walking ahead of them. "Uh. . .I think that it's time we get going in there. . ."
"Oh yes," she said quickly.
"Loxley must've been a tad drunk when he saw you audition, dearie," Madeline snarled to Shirley in an undertone, curling her lip. "Bette Davis would've beaten you to a pulp to get this part if she hadn't already signed on to that RKO picture."
"Well she did sign onto it, didn't she?" Shirley said, equally brutal. "But you'd better act pretty hard if you want to be convincing as a loving, caring mother."
Madeline growled, not able to think up a quick response.
The men, meanwhile, were having their own little feud. Names were exchanged, such us "worm," "monkey," "Clark Gable imposter" and "upstart." Saria, on the other hand, stood somewhat distanced from the others, quiet and diminutive.
"Well, I'm so glad you were all able to make it," Ganon said to them warmly, once they had all been seated. Murmurs were exchanged throughout the other cast members as the Joneses sat opposite the Harkers. Gannondorf cleared his throat, then said, "Now that we've all arrived, I suppose that dinner can be started."
Zelda looked around the table at all the familiar faces: There were the sisters Nayru and Farore, undoubtedly playing the characters of Audrey's two closest friends; Darunia had struck up a conversation with Link, and had probably ended up getting the part of Link's brother, and yet there was one face she didn't recognize. . .
"I'm sorry," Zelda said, leaning over the table to a girl with flaming red hair. "I don't recognize you, are you. . .new?"
"Oh, Zelda Jones, I'm sorry for not introducing myself!" the girl said, dropping her fork and shaking Zelda's hand. Zelda noticed that she spoke with a bit of an English accent. "I only just got my contract a couple weeks ago, and this is my first picture! My name's Din."
"A last name?" Zelda asked.
Din shrugged. "I don't have one. I'm foreign, you see, and no one could pronounce my last name. No one could think of a good new one for me either, so they decided to leave me last-nameless." (a/n: like Cher!)
"I suppose you didn't want it changed, like I did," Zelda said.
"No, I didn't," Din answered. Then her eyes widened. "Wait a minute. . .your real name is Zelda?"
"Nope," Zelda answered. "Oh, how I hate my old name! It was dispicable!"
"What--" Din caught herself mid-sentence, and looked down.
Zelda smiled and whispered, "It used to be Mildred."
"M-Mildred??" Din asked incredulously. "That's not. . .that bad, is it?"
"It's not a show-buisiness name, good or not." She sighed. "How they came to pick the name Zelda, I have no idea. But I've always hated the name Mildred for myself and Zelda seemed to suit me much better. I don't really like to talk about it much, if you know what I mean."
Din nodded. "I won't tell anybody."
Zelda smiled. "Good." She shivered. 'Mildred! UGH!'
"Glad you could get onto this picture, boy," Darunia said in a low voice, slapping Link on the shoulder. "I've made one film with your father before, and it'll be nice to do one with his son!"
"The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure," Link said, smiling. "I've been wondering if they'd ever make this play into a movie once I saw it on Broadway. . .then I heard that they were, and I jumped at the chance to audition for the part."
"Oh, Link," Darunia said, sitting back and putting an arm around the man next to him. "Have you formally met Bogie, here?" He nodded his head at Humphrey Bogart, one of the most famous gangster actors of the era.
"So you're the famous Link Harker, are ya?" asked Humphrey, leaning over to shake Link's hand. "Your dad's a swell guy, you know that? Never made a picture with him before, but we've hung around the lot sometimes."
"Don't you have a contract with Warner Brothers, Humphrey?" Link asked.
"Yeah," Bogart answered, grinning and showing his teeth. "But they lent me out for this picture; it's supposed to be a punishment for disgracing the studio. You see, I had just finished a fight with my wife, and I was drunken and angry. When I came out of a bar, some journalists and photogrophers got in my way. I was tired and annoyed, so I knocked one of those sunuvabishes right offa his feet!"
He and Darunia laughed as Link studied what he'd just said. Bogart spoke with a deep, slightly slurred voice, and he wouldn't be surprised if the actor was drunk now. But he couldn't be. . .he wasn't.
"After seeing your movies, I wouldn't have expected you to do one like this," Link said after a while.
"You kiddin'?" Humphrey chuckled. "I get to play your mother's guy. Ya know, the one she ain't married to. Oughtta make a good movie, I think." He looked around. "Yep, this'll be an interesting picture once it's finished."
"I should hope so," Link said. "Hey look, its Meyer."
When he said Meyer, Link was referring to the King of the lot, head of the studio, Louis B. Meyer. His word was law. Gannondorf said that he had come here to check up on every body, and had brought their official copies of the scripts.
"I know you're all just swell people," Mr. Meyer said. "I have a lot of faith in you, and in this picture you're making. If we pull the ropes right. . ." He took a loud puff on his huge cigar. "This oughtta be a hit at Oscar night!"
The cast applauded. "Nice to have such a loving boss," remarked Nayru to her sister. "Where would we be without him?"
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Author's Note:
short i know but i wanted 2 have a scene w/ just that dinner part!!
btw, like greer garson, humphrey bogart will become a regular in this story. they r the only 2 actors i will probly ask u 2 remember....and btw, they r also both very cool and i recommend their movies 2 everyone!! plz review!!