A/n: Thank you to my ever so lovely reviewers! I love you guys!

Again, this story of mine is a narration with sprinkles of flashbacks. Omniscient, first person and third person point of views are present and right now, it's in its flashback mode of somesort which will progress to the first person narrative and whatnot.

Gold at the End of the Rainbow

Paris Whitney Hilton, heir of the Hilton hotel chains is without further questioning beautiful, gorgeous and sultry. She is, also, without further questioning, the apple in most boys eye. And if she wanted something, she sure as hell will and can get it. Literally.

"Dammit! I've done everything I could Bruce," Steve Richards, the 26 year-old executive producer of House of Wax, the movie cursed through gritted teeth. His reports had concluded that their expenditures for the movie will exceed their budget. "I tried out for another bank loan but they won't approve it"

"Hey, come on, come on, it's not the end of the world," Bruce Berman, a co-executive producer said through the receiver.

"Not the end of the world?" he paused, gathering up all his strength. He was going to blow up. "How can it not be the end of my world?! Our world? Damn it! We lack the means to produce a movie! No budget, no movie, that's the bottom line!"

"I know, but there are other means" he was so calm, it made Steve even more anxious.

"Other means? Okay, I may be new to this producing thing but you don't need to be an expert to figure it out" He was pissed off because apparently, Bruce was not making sense. "There are no other means"

"Oh, believe me, there is" With that tone, Steve could picture out a smile on Bruce's face.

The next day, they were off to Las Vegas. Viva Las Vegas, as they say. "I honestly have to say that I am a bit disoriented" Steve admitted, "No, no, scratch that, I am very much disoriented"

"Well, in my book, I call this sponsorship" If you didn't know him, you'd think he was lecturing someone. Well, actually, he is.

"Sponsorship?"

"Yes, sponsorship" He reassured, nodding.

"Is that a give and take thing like the sponsorship in real world?"

"More or less"

"And?" He was left hanging.

"Let's just say, we crawl up to the big companies--"

"Crawl up?" he found himself gulping

"Yes, crawl up, you know, appear desperate and ask for help"

"That's it?" he asked, astounded, "You should have mentioned that to me before"

"Well, yes, but you have to put in mind that this is always the fall back--"

"Because of the give and take thing" he continued for him

"Yes, in return, we have to compensate in whatever way in exchange of their monetary distribution"

"And who is this gold-at-the-end-of-our-rainbow?"

"Simple. The tycoon who has the closest inclination to Hollywood"

"Trump, I may presume?"

"No" his response was pretty curt.

"It's Ricky Hilton" he said, avoiding lengthy queries. He wanted to feel the blackness of tranquility while he was at the plane. He badly needed some rest.

"Of all people, why him?"

"First, his wife was an actress, second is his daughters are aspiring actresses. Perfect target" the grin on his face widened but his eyes started to droop. "Now, still disoriented?"

"No, clever idea though, I must say"

"I'll take that as a compliment"

"By all means, do"

Meanwhile, somewhere over in California:

When my manager and agent called for me, I was in the middle of preparing for my rugby game. Sophia and I were already dressed, ready to scram when I got a call from them saying I have to pass by their office. Of course, me being an actor whose livelihood is indirectly dependent on them submitted to their request.

"Okay, I'm here, g'mme the gist" I said, panting a bit. I was in a hurry and I wanted them to get that hint.

"Yes, okay, so--" my manager paused after seeing Sophia "Oh, hi Sophie" he greeted

She smiled, "Hi Vaughn"

"Your husband has been a catch lately, Sophie," he said, completely ignoring me. Well, who wouldn't with her in the room.

"Vaughn, we're kind of in a--" I interrupted

"Hurry? Ok, ok fine, Barbara Cohen called" he continued, "She's the casting director of House of Wax the Movie and she wants you to audition for the part of Nick Jones who by the way plays lead"

I glanced at Sophia and instantly, a beautiful wide smile erupted from her face.

"Wow" was all I could say. I really needed a break besides One Tree Hill.

"Which leads me to why I have moved and rescheduled your previous appointments"

Sophia approached me, held my hand and then squeezed it tight. I knew why and then I smiled. She smiled too.

"And, that's it" my manager finished off, closing his laptop, "I will just call you when your schedule changes"

"Okay, thanks for getting me into that audition. It's a great treat" I paused, opening the door for Sophia, "Really, it is"

"What are managers for?" he said causing me to smile.

"Bye Vaughn" we, Sophia and I said in unison

"Penguin! That is so great! I'm really happy for you" Sophia cried as soon as the doors closed on us.

"If you're happy, I'm happy" I said. It was mushy, but hell, I always am when I'm with her.

Three days after that was Sophia and I's monthly wedding celebration and of course, I didn't forget about it. I even cooked Sophia breakfast despite my odium for cooking. The sad news though was Vaughn completely forgot.

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