Hollywood. She’d realized that rhinestones shine like diamonds; that marble can be trompe-l’œil plywood. She’d found herself in platform-shoes handling days of fading dreams.
Amanda learned to smile; giggle to their inane jokes; charging for time and services.
“Hi there” — sighing she wondered what today’s lie would be.
“You’d be perfect for the role” – Mental check-mark: fake producer; she turned around to meet the well-known eyes.
She kept a straight face:
“OK … I’ll just check with my agent when I’m available”.
Less than one year afterwards, Amanda wondered who else she’d thank at the Academy Awards ceremony.
This week my choice went with an actor’s dream. I would guess it’s one the less unique one this week. Hope it gave you a smile anyway.
Friday Fictioneers is directed by Rochelle Wissoff Fields, and is a weekly prompt to write 100 word stories to the same picture.
November 12, 2014