Chapter 2

How to ruin my Saturday

Rebecca's P.O.V.

I was sitting in the living room playing Black ops on my PS3. It was so fun to run around shooting the innocent. Mom says I have a twisted mind. I don't understand why she says that, though.

So, I was happily torturing someone to death when my mom came in and turned the game off before I could even save my progress!

"Bitch." I muttered under my breath, luckily she didn't hear me.

"Bex, you have an audition for a new film." She told me, searching her PDA for something. She gave a quick glance up and saw me sitting in my usual Saturday attire; My PJ's. "Go get dressed." She said, leaving he room. "Nicely." I heard her add. I stuck my tongue out at the door, as if she was still there. She always knew how to ruin my Saturday.

I took a running head start and skidded into my bedroom, slipping on the rug and falling onto my butt. I just laughed it off, that's what I was best at. I jumped to my feet, doing a quick bow to the shelf of teddies on my wall, and swung open the closet doors.

"Nice. Nice. Nice." I kept repeating to myself. How was I supposed to know what nice was? I pushed my way to the very back of my closet, climbing inside as I did so. I felt as if I was Lucy, venturing my way to Narnia. When I came to the hard, wooden back of the closet I was so disappointed. However, I found a a very tidy looking dress for me to wear.

I spun in front of my mother for her approval. The dress was white, with a little black ribbon going around my stomach, tied at the back with a bow. The dress was just short of my nee-caps, so you could see the scar going down my knee from when I fell off my bike when I was six. I'd landed in a pile of glass, proving that the parent letting go of your bicycle doesn't always work. My mother noticed that, quickly grabbed her make-up bag and started applying a layer of some skin colored stuff over the scar. She then started to fuss over my hair. It's black, silky and reaches my mid-back. I also have bangs going straight across my forehead. My bother tied a black ribbon in my hair, I don;t know why. It was camouflaged in my hair. I took a look in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't look like me at all. My mother never fussed over me for an audition, she always told me to be myself, and I usually was. For some reason this movie must have meant a lot to her if she was fussing that badly.

Courtney's P.O.V.

I stared down at my beautiful little girl. She didn't look like herself, but for once in her life, I didn't mind. Bex had an audition for a film called 'Destiny'. he was up for the main part of the film, a sweet and innocent little girl called Destiny who gets kidnapped by some people her father owes money too. The only reason I was making a big deal out of it was because the director was the famous Devon Junior Thompson. If Bex got into one of his films it could change her life forever. When I got the call from one of the junior directors who work with Devon, I was so excited. Not only for Bex, but for me too. I knew that I could become the talk of the tabloids if my child got into one of his films. I know what you're thinking 'what a big headed mother she is', but that's not it at all. There was some bad press about me being a manager rather than a mother to Rebecca. I know I will always be her mother before her agent, but the magazines twisted it around. If they could see Bx in a film as important as this one, it could change our lives.

"How did you do?"I asked, Bex came out of the audition room, a smile plastered on her face.

"It was alright." She shrugged, waling off down the corridor without me. I trailed after her.

"Alright?" I teased. "It must have been better than alright. What did Mr. Thompson say to you?"

"He said I looked pretty and that I remided him of an old friend and that I was pefect for the part of Destiny." Bex smiled up at me as she said the last part. I wrapped my arms around her, picked her up off the floor and spun er in circles. If it had bee as good as Bex said it had been, then I had nothing to worry about. I had ful confidence in my daughter.

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