The Aces – Chapter 2 begins…

Posted: March 11, 2013 in The Aces 
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The Aces 

On the expensive strip of sidewalk that people believed was painted with gold, there was the Beverly Hills sign that stood with pride, the Academy Awards building in a golden shell, car shops, fashion shops, a mall where the stars go shopping rather than window shopping, and a normal restaurant with a bar in the center of the sidewalk. For the rest of the people who weren’t stars of the media, this restaurant served as a rescue beacon of normality of the rich sidewalk.

In the restaurant, Peter was sitting at a table looking at the people walking outside with their shopping bags. He had on his favorite beat-up leather hat, and grew a light mustache and light beard to cover his identity. With his white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and vintage sneakers, he looked like a twenty-one-year-old man, but his muscles and cracking bones told him a different story.

“Do you want anything, sir?” a waitress asked.

“Nothing now. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“Okay,” the waitress said and walked away to serve the other patrons.

Peter was fascinated with people. In France, he sat in the park and studied how people walked, talked, listened, looked, and smelled. He tried to imitate them. This study of people improved his skills to act like the characters in his films. He was the best in the business when it came to accents. Peter Right was born and raised in a rural part of Kentucky with his three brothers, one sister, and both parents who were trained farmers from childhood. He was a country boy with a thick southern accent. His brothers followed the family code and became farmers, but for Peter and his sister, they knew they were meant for better things in life. His sister left Kentucky for New York to go to college. Peter and some friends started a rock band that became successful, but only locally. One day, he volunteered to act in a play and he co-starred with Rory Darter, whose family produced the biggest directors in the business. In Rory’s family, when you were born, instead of getting a rattle, you got a camera and a crew. Rory made a bet with Peter to audition for a movie and the rest became history.

“Hello, my friend,” Carey said to him with a smile. Peter looked around and saw Carey. Carey’s face looked like the sun in its glory. He looked rested and ready to face the torrent of waves of the media world. Peter gave his true friend a manly hug. Before working on The Ship, Peter felt alone in the media world because he couldn’t trust anyone. The friends he associated with before he got married used and drugged him. At first, when Peter met Carey, they didn’t get along. Peter was a veteran actor and had presence on the set, as Carey was new to acting and only got popular because of his role in Files. One night, they had a serious talk about life and at that moment the two became best friends. The age difference between them wasn’t a problem. Carey made Peter feel young and Peter helped Carey with the media and his acting. They were like Cheech and Chong.

“How are you doing?” Peter asked.

“Fine, but I wish I could go home on holiday.”

Peter and Carey walked over to the bar as best friends who both needed comfort and understanding of the world around them. They were blessed to have one another in the media. Carey could talk about his problems with Peter and Peter could do the same without thinking the information was going to be leaked out into the newspapers or entertainment news.

“I got a script from a producer two weeks ago. I love the script, but I need a New York accent,” Carey explained.

“Carey, just watch some movies about New York. Try to copy their accent, how they move, and most importantly the way they talk with their hands,” Peter said. “See, like this. What are you talkin’ about?”

“That’s right on,” Carey said.

“See, just study real people and imitate them,” Peter said. Peter looked at Carey. “You don’t need this part. You can star in another movie.”

“Peter, I have to prove myself to the world. I’ll leave it at that,” Carey said.

“Okay.”

Peter placed his elbows on the table and Carey noticed something on his arm. “Peter, you have a cut on your arm.”

“Oh that. It’s nothing. I was playing with the twins and I cut my arm on one of their toys,” Peter explained.

Carey looked satisfied with the answer Peter gave him. When Peter got yanked into the business again, he practiced that line every day, so it could be said causally. Up to this point, everyone had been satisfied with that answer and never questioned it.

“How are the children?” Carey inquired.

“They’re fine.”

“And Paulette?”

“Okay. She doesn’t like me visiting America. But Carey, I miss it here. I love everything about America, except maybe for the drama.”

A black girl walked over to the two actors. She gave them a friendly smile. She was wearing tan shorts with a worn out belt that needed to retire, a brown tank top with spaghetti straps, and a gold watch on her wrist. Her black hair was in a bun with the help of an elastic band.

“What’s your poison?” the black girl asked.

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” Carey asked the girl.

The girl looked at him and rolled her eyes. She stared at him as if he annoyed her. She was trying her best to be on good behavior at the restaurant. Usually, when she mentioned the line, “What’s your poison?” the patron knew what she was talking about.

She had other places to be and other things to do, but she promised the manager that she would cover for an employee’s shift. In her mind she thought, Why today? Why now?  

“Okay. What would you like to drink?” the black girl asked in a slow and understandable tone.

“I see. Mm, I will try a coffee. I am going Yank today,” Carey said happily.

“Oh, what joy,” the girl said and rolled her eyes.

The waitress looked at Peter and smiled at him with a little bit of excitement. She knew who Peter Right was and was his biggest fan before he disappeared from the scene. She believed in her mind that it was an honor to serve him any drink or dish. She was afraid if he touched her, she might pass out.

“And you?”

“Water,” Peter said.

“One coffee and one water,” the waitress told the man standing at the bar. He looked at her, nodded with understanding, and continued to work. The waitress looked at Carey with a sigh. “Would you like cream with your Yank coffee?” she asked while imitating his English accent just to insult him.

“Yes, please,” said Carey.

“Cream,” she said to the man and he nodded while he worked.

Carey listened to the girl talk. He was aware she was making fun of him, but her accent overshadowed the insult.  Actually, he was used to it. On one movie set, an Irish actor who was known to insult any person he talked to would sometimes talk to Carey in a brutally choppy English accent. Carey was upset at first, but then he got used to it. The Irish actor made him a strong person in the spotlight and he was thankful for it.

“Where do you come from?” Carey asked.

“Why?”

“Because of your accent.”

“Oh. New York.”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes up and then looked at Carey. She wasn’t planning to give a person a geography lesson. She was here to do a job, not teach school. “New York is located on the eastern side of the United States of America. You should know where New York is located. The English bought it from the Dutch. I come from Queens,” she said impatiently.

Carey rolled his eyes and looked at her.

“I tried to be patient with you, but you are rude. Do you know who we are?” Carey couldn’t take her attitude any longer.

He couldn’t believe a person who made their living off of tips would treat customers in this manner. He was hoping she could see them as celebrities, so she could have a better knowledge on how she should act. Maybe if she knew we are celebrities, she will treat us nicer.

The black girl laughed in front of him. The two actors looked at each other, thinking this girl was nuts. They looked at her and studied the image in front of them. Usually, when they went to a restaurant or a bar, they were treated like kings, but this was the first time they were laughed at by a non-celebrity.

“Yes, I am rude and yes, I do know who you two are and no, I don’t care.” The black girl walked over to get the glass of water and the cup of coffee from the prep table behind the bar. She brought the items to the two men with a devilish smile. She grabbed a saucer for Carey’s coffee cup and a handful of creamers. “Here is your coffee and here is your water.”

Peter studied the girl and could see Satan himself in front of him. This was the first time a person ever treated him this way. He had a feeling she was up to something or really didn’t care about the customers she was serving. He couldn’t believe a person could be this antisocial as a server on this expensive restaurant. During the conversation with the girl and Carey, Peter was watching her body movements. Peter could tell she was a New Yorker, but there was something else about her that she was not trying to show. Peter looked at her watch and saw the name on the face. He knew that it was worth a few hundred dollars. “Why are you here if you’re rude to the customers?” Peter wanted to know.

The waitress looked at Peter, and for the first time during the conversation, she was speechless. She gathered her thoughts and found her smart tongue. Peter caught her off-guard and now she had to say something that was believable. “Well, hmm, I want to be an actress. Yeah, an actress. I do bartending full-time and I go to school in Arizona.”

“Why are you here?” Peter asked. He was questioning her to see if she would reveal her true motives toward the two actors.

“Visiting,” she replied.

“Would you like to make some extra money?” Carey asked nonchalantly.

“What are you asking me?” she said, as she tilted her head to the side and her almond-shaped eyes became little slits under her eyebrows.

Carey realized he just put his foot in his mouth and wished he could take the question back. “Well, see, I must know how to talk like a New Yorker. Can you teach me? I shall pay you.”

“No, you will not pay me to teach you how to speak with a New York accent, but you can take me out to dinner.  Do you treat your girlfriend like this? Do you like women?”

“I must talk with a New York accent,” Carey repeated.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

The girl looked at Peter sipping his glass of water. “By the way, how is France?

“Why do you want to know all this?” Peter asked. He didn’t know if she was going to be rude to him in the same way she was rude to Carey. He wanted to prepare himself for her venom tongue.

“I’m just wondering. I’m not going to put your business on the Net. I’m a longtime fan of yours and I’m happy you’re back. Some of the movies you made sucked, but I’m happy to see you again. When I was younger, I had a crush on you.”

Peter smiled at her and saw a halo over her devious head. In his mind, he knew that she was sincere about her comments. For the first time since he came back into the business, she was the only one who made a comment like that to him.

“Thanks, it’s nice to be here,” Peter said.

“But keep it up. You’re a good actor and you look so young for your age. I’m so happy you settled down with a wife and kids. Listen, I’m not a weird fan or planning to stalk you. I just read an article about you in a magazine.”

“No, I understand. Thank you for the comments,” Peter said.

Peter didn’t understand this girl in front of him. She wasn’t acting like a normal fan or budding actress. She wasn’t treating them like celebrities, slipping her portfolio to them or trying to get any contacts. He had a weird feeling about her as if she were playing a role that she didn’t want to be part of, but needed to stay in character.

Carey was staring at the table with a depressed look.  She walked in front of Carey and put her hand under his chin and lifted up his face. She gave him a warm smile to show that she did possess some type of affection.

“For you, I will ask my boss about my work schedule. Okay?”

Carey smiled at her and she walked away from the area.

Peter looked at Carey. “Are you sure about her?”

“There is something about her. I do not know what it is, but it is something she is not telling us. But I need to learn her accent for this movie,” Carey argued.

“Okay, I cleared it with my boss. I’m free tonight.  Are you finished with your coffee? I have to go to my hotel room and change my clothes. It won’t take long. Peter, do you want to join us?” The girl walked back to the bar area causally.

“No. You have fun. I prefer to rest after my flight,” Peter replied. Taking his wallet out of his pocket he said to Carey, “I have this.”

“Thanks.”

Peter put the money on the table and the girl took it. She placed the money in the cash register and put the tip in her pocket. She walked over to the two men who had been staring at her when she was at the cash register. She didn’t know what they were thinking and didn’t much care. She was happy to be receiving a tip from the actors and getting a free dinner.

“What’s your name?” Peter asked the girl. He and Carey had been talking to this girl and didn’t even know her name. He realized she never volunteered her name to them either. With this thought planted in his mind, he knew she definitely had something to hide.

“Gigi,” she said.

“And your last name?” Peter asked.

Gigi looked at Carey and then at Peter. “Well,” Gigi cleared her throat. “Carey, are you finished?”

More to come on Wednesday! Are you enjoying the story?

About Aliya Leigh:

Aliya LeighSince being the host of her drama gossip news driven popular podcast, she have been keeping her life busy with producing  and directing anime webshows, acting, writing books, designing skateboards and running a social media company while holding down the fort at home with her professional poker playing partner.  Her current show is entitled, “Mercy Me – Deadly Professional”; which is an animated web series about a drug and sex addicted medical doctor who practices euthanasia for a fee.

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