CHAPTER THREE:

10 March 1985

Dear Melissa,

This is my first letter to you. I know I promised that I would write to you every month, but the first month after I arrived here in America was difficult. At first, I was sleeping on the streets because I did not understand the way this country worked. I slept a whole five days on hard concrete, you see, but I have to admit, I am enjoying my freedom.

The next week was better. After some random dancing in rundown bars, I finally found a bar here in Los Angeles that was willing to take me in. The three owners were impressed with my dancing and they said they liked me, Missy. They appreciated my dancing and were billing me as their "star." They described me as "bad to the bone" – what kind of language is that, right? So, I rented an apartment near the dance club owned by those three people.

I really liked them, until they called for this particular airhead who burst into my dressing one evening. He was drunk, I could tell, by the way his eyes could not even focus on my face … and I could smell alcohol on his breath. It was overwhelming. He told me he wanted me to star in his movie. Hah. I hated him, Melissa. I hated him at once because he stared at me like I was a bimbette.

But what was alluring about him was that he did not quit at once. He kept pushing and pushing until I was tired from all his arguments. It was almost early morning, I wanted to go home and wrap myself up in my pajamas and then, sleep. But he was there and he just kept on annoying me. He's not a chocoholic, I know you're thinking about that. Fox Mulder is a producer from Warner Brothers Studios who wanted to hit it big as a director. He thought I was perfect for the female lead of his debut movie.

I accepted his offer, Missy. I've had a previous offer … but I chose to seal my fate with his and his studio's.

I temporarily live in his house in Beverly Hills today. I will probably be here until the movie's finished. We do not get along most of the time, but it has improved since the first time we met. He is so difficult! He tires me out sometimes, but I never will show him just how much. I will never show it to him, ever.

And anyway, he does take good care of me.

I have included some necessary papers for you to be assured that I am indeed in good hands. I will be fine, Melissa.

Give my care to your future child, Bill, and Charles.

Anrhega 'm cara at Mama's bedd.

Signed,
Dana

End of Chapter Three