In The Dust
A/N: So far, only one person has reviewed me. . . :(. But it was a VERY NICE review, so thanks a lot! So, this is where it starts to get into the story a little more. Well, chapter two is here!
Chapter Two: Hillridge Film Festival
A week later, the festival day had arrived. I was all dizzy and nervous and stuff. Of course, Miranda and Lizzie were SO excited. Miranda was excited because she just knew I would win. Lizzie was excited because she knew I would win AND move to Hollywood and buy a mansion and become famous and cast them as stars in my movies. Reality is, I doubted I would get to make movies in Hollywood. I mean, I'm 16! I'm supposed to be "living life to the fullest" or whatever that crap is that my psycho parents tell me. Whatever. I am living life to the fullest, I guess.
As we sat in the city park (directly across from City Hall) we watched the amateur videos. There were five from Hillridge High, one from Hillridge Jr. High, and some from the middle-age adults that had nothing better to do but make a crappy movie. I think the best one (other than mine) was the one from Hillridge Jr. High. It was a parody about how popular people act. That, my friend, was great. Just great. Sorta like my ventures when I was there way back when, with the video cameras and disguised voices and everything.
I looked back into the crowd to find my parents. They promised that they would get out of work to see my movie, so I drove myself, Lizzie, and Miranda to the festival in my 2000 Mustang Convertible. Anyways, when I looked back to see where the heck they were, they were sitting in the back with someone who was taking notes.
Oh shit. No way they were sitting there. They were sitting next to the talent scout. The one that came from Hollywood. The one who decided who got to go to Hollywood, even if they didn't win the festival.
I leaned over and whispered to Miranda, "He's here."
"Who's here? Aliens?"
"NO! The talent scout!"
"Ooh, yeah. He's here, all right. By your parents!"
"I know that! Now quiet!"
Maybe I shouldn't tell Lizzie. She'd forget about whispering and yell, "OH MY GOSH!" She probably would. But, oh well. I'll tell her not to say anything loud, and she'll listen! She was on the other side of me, watching the movie about soap scum. I tapped her shoulder.
"Hey Lizzie!"
"What?"
"He's here."
"The talent person?"
"Yep!"
"Oh my gosh." (How did I know?!)
"And guess who's sitting next to them?"
"Your parents or something? Gordo, can we please stop playing 20 questions? It gets tiring after a while."
"You're a lot better at this than Miranda was. Well, yeah, my parents are right there, probably telling them all of my embarrassing moments!"
"Gordo, they don't KNOW all of your embarrassing moments! Usually, they happen around me and/or Miranda. Stop acting like ME and I'll stop acting like YOU! It's weird!"
"You're right, I AM acting like you. I'm gonna stop now. It freaks me out to say Oh, My GOSH all the time."
"Shut UP, Gordo!"
Finally, my movie came on. I already told you this, but it is a documentary (sort of) about the cafeteria food. It's actually scripted, so it's not really real. Just the part about the food. Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom, is the cafeteria lady, and Matt, Lizzie's brother, is the guy who says all the, "EW! THAT'S SO NASTY!" It turns out to be really funny, actually, so I get a standing ovation.
At the end, when everyone starts congratulating me, a guy with black slacks, a white T-shirt, and a black beret comes up to me.
"Are you David Gordon?" the mystery guy says.
"Um, yes. I'm David Gordon. Can I help you?" I tried to make it sound polite, but I think it came out as arrogant.
"Yes, I am Taylor Goutrel, the talent scout from Olympia Studios in Culver City. I have an offer that most cannot resist. Please give me a call when you get the chance," Taylor Goutrel said. I shook his hand.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Goutrel," I say, trying to be calm like this happened everyday. I think it came out as a little boy who was offered a pound of candy. Man, I'm really messing up with this guy!
"Mr. Goutrel was my father, and he's long gone. Please, call me Taylor," he said, chuckling with this manly laugh. He was so skinny, too. It was awkward to hear him laugh.
"Okay, Taylor. Thanks for the card," I said smoothly. Finally I got the tone down.
The whole time, Lizzie and Miranda were right next to me. They heard it all, and when he got into the limo, they squealed.
And, so predictably, Lizzie yelled, "Oh, my GOSH!!!!!!!"
E/N: Hah, cliffhanger for you guys. That Taylor dude's a little weird, huh? Sorry about the rush at the end, but I have to get ready for my friend's party. So I'll try to write soon!
A/N: So far, only one person has reviewed me. . . :(. But it was a VERY NICE review, so thanks a lot! So, this is where it starts to get into the story a little more. Well, chapter two is here!
Chapter Two: Hillridge Film Festival
A week later, the festival day had arrived. I was all dizzy and nervous and stuff. Of course, Miranda and Lizzie were SO excited. Miranda was excited because she just knew I would win. Lizzie was excited because she knew I would win AND move to Hollywood and buy a mansion and become famous and cast them as stars in my movies. Reality is, I doubted I would get to make movies in Hollywood. I mean, I'm 16! I'm supposed to be "living life to the fullest" or whatever that crap is that my psycho parents tell me. Whatever. I am living life to the fullest, I guess.
As we sat in the city park (directly across from City Hall) we watched the amateur videos. There were five from Hillridge High, one from Hillridge Jr. High, and some from the middle-age adults that had nothing better to do but make a crappy movie. I think the best one (other than mine) was the one from Hillridge Jr. High. It was a parody about how popular people act. That, my friend, was great. Just great. Sorta like my ventures when I was there way back when, with the video cameras and disguised voices and everything.
I looked back into the crowd to find my parents. They promised that they would get out of work to see my movie, so I drove myself, Lizzie, and Miranda to the festival in my 2000 Mustang Convertible. Anyways, when I looked back to see where the heck they were, they were sitting in the back with someone who was taking notes.
Oh shit. No way they were sitting there. They were sitting next to the talent scout. The one that came from Hollywood. The one who decided who got to go to Hollywood, even if they didn't win the festival.
I leaned over and whispered to Miranda, "He's here."
"Who's here? Aliens?"
"NO! The talent scout!"
"Ooh, yeah. He's here, all right. By your parents!"
"I know that! Now quiet!"
Maybe I shouldn't tell Lizzie. She'd forget about whispering and yell, "OH MY GOSH!" She probably would. But, oh well. I'll tell her not to say anything loud, and she'll listen! She was on the other side of me, watching the movie about soap scum. I tapped her shoulder.
"Hey Lizzie!"
"What?"
"He's here."
"The talent person?"
"Yep!"
"Oh my gosh." (How did I know?!)
"And guess who's sitting next to them?"
"Your parents or something? Gordo, can we please stop playing 20 questions? It gets tiring after a while."
"You're a lot better at this than Miranda was. Well, yeah, my parents are right there, probably telling them all of my embarrassing moments!"
"Gordo, they don't KNOW all of your embarrassing moments! Usually, they happen around me and/or Miranda. Stop acting like ME and I'll stop acting like YOU! It's weird!"
"You're right, I AM acting like you. I'm gonna stop now. It freaks me out to say Oh, My GOSH all the time."
"Shut UP, Gordo!"
Finally, my movie came on. I already told you this, but it is a documentary (sort of) about the cafeteria food. It's actually scripted, so it's not really real. Just the part about the food. Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom, is the cafeteria lady, and Matt, Lizzie's brother, is the guy who says all the, "EW! THAT'S SO NASTY!" It turns out to be really funny, actually, so I get a standing ovation.
At the end, when everyone starts congratulating me, a guy with black slacks, a white T-shirt, and a black beret comes up to me.
"Are you David Gordon?" the mystery guy says.
"Um, yes. I'm David Gordon. Can I help you?" I tried to make it sound polite, but I think it came out as arrogant.
"Yes, I am Taylor Goutrel, the talent scout from Olympia Studios in Culver City. I have an offer that most cannot resist. Please give me a call when you get the chance," Taylor Goutrel said. I shook his hand.
"Thanks a lot, Mr. Goutrel," I say, trying to be calm like this happened everyday. I think it came out as a little boy who was offered a pound of candy. Man, I'm really messing up with this guy!
"Mr. Goutrel was my father, and he's long gone. Please, call me Taylor," he said, chuckling with this manly laugh. He was so skinny, too. It was awkward to hear him laugh.
"Okay, Taylor. Thanks for the card," I said smoothly. Finally I got the tone down.
The whole time, Lizzie and Miranda were right next to me. They heard it all, and when he got into the limo, they squealed.
And, so predictably, Lizzie yelled, "Oh, my GOSH!!!!!!!"
E/N: Hah, cliffhanger for you guys. That Taylor dude's a little weird, huh? Sorry about the rush at the end, but I have to get ready for my friend's party. So I'll try to write soon!