I rushed down the steps to the garage running a tad bit
late, and I fuckin’ hate being late. In the garage was my pearl white Lexus
LFA, a concept car only a few had the opportunity to own. Kimberly, who was
living with me, had left earlier in my I S red convertible Lexus. She was
headed to a casting call. She was a new to the area looking to live out her
dreams like anyone else. As she headed to this casting for a small budget gig,
she was told she’d be working with a few as yet to be cast big names. Some of
the names being thrown around were Eva Longoria, Bruce Willis, and even
Leonardo DiCaprio. I told her over a dinner of shrimp linguini and a crisp
Pinot Grigio that no matter who was cast, this was her opportunity to make her
mark. She’d need to kill the read through.
I, myself was headed to the
studio as we were shooting a scene for our fourth feature film. A bagel with
cream cheese, my breakfast held between my teeth, I moved closer to the car,
opened it up tossed my bag on the passenger seat, and sped off. The drive to
the studio always made me daydream a bit, as on my right was the amazing ocean
view. On my left was the lush foliage and open plains. That all changed when
you hit the city limits of track housing, businesses would pop up, and the view
of the ocean was set back amongst the urban sprawl. On my mind were a number of
unconnected thoughts and images passing through. One was of the impending work
at hand for me once I got to the studio. Another thought that lingered was of
Okoye. She was also living with me, a model type with gorgeous natural brunette
locks and legs that looked like they went straight to heaven. The image stuck
in my head was of her reaching for a box of cereal wearing nothing, but one of
my t-shirts creeping up and showing a tantalizing bit of her butt cheek. I
stopped in my tracks, that vision now stuck in my head.
At that moment my custom gold
encased iPhone began to ring. I assumed it was Nicole, my long time assistant,
checking up on me, but it was David Beckham. Quite the surprise, I thought, as
we had recently become friends, and I watched him play a few times with the
girls, as he had compped us tickets. I answered the phone, still driving with a
bit of anticipation to why he’d be calling at this moment. I said, “What’s good
my friend?” He replied with his thick Brit accent, “I’m well my friend. I see I
didn’t wake you up. You’re already up and at’ em”. I asked him, To what do I
owe this morning call?” He went on to explain that he wanted to invite me to a
dinner party at his mansion that weekend. He and his wife, one of the sexiest
women I had ever met, wanted me to meet some of his friends and family. I was
awe struck. My jaw dropped in shocked reaction, as my mind raced with a what,
who, and how did this happen kind of pattern. I guess I was continuing to move
up in the world. I let him know that I was driving so to text me all the
details. He obliged me with a Cherri – o, but first let me know I should bring
a date, but no hoes. This statement was, in a way, saying politely that
Kimberly and Okoye were out, not that they were hoes. I guess some people got
the idea that being that they lived with me rent-free there was some kind of
arrangement, and there was. I had to laugh; I guess I wasn’t fooling anyone. He
also mentioned dinner would be held outside to watch the glorious sunset.
I pulled into the parking lot of the studio and Nicole
immediately bombarded me with questions and messages, her headset on her head
and a cup of Yerba Matte tea in her hand. I couldn’t be that late but when you
are the director, it is what you do. I had her go down the seemingly endless to
do list, as we walked inside, and one by one each was dealt with. The most
pressing of them all was dealing with the actors, stroking their ego, and letting
them know they looked good on screen. Then it hit me. I mean, sometimes
inspiration comes when you least expect it. I knew who I was going to take to
the Beckham’s dinner party; her name, Summer. I got Nicole to make a note of
finding her and getting me in contact with her. And before I could call the
shoot a WRAP, Nicole had gotten her info to my iPhone. The rest was up to me.
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