The Aces – Chapter 2 continues…

Posted: March 20, 2013 in The Aces 
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The Aces

Okay,” Gigi continued and rubbed her hands together. “I don’t have a lot of time and I don’t want to waste your time, so here are the ground rules.”

Gigi walked in front of the girls’ section. “I understand that you want to be in a movie and you can’t believe someone wrote a script with a dark-skinned African-American woman. Well, with that said…”

Gigi rolled up both of her sleeves to show her caramel red tan skin color. Gigi pointed to her right arm and said, “If you are lighter or my color, please leave now. You’re not going to get the part. I need a woman who is darker than I am. I want a girl who is actually black, not light-skinned, not red tone light-skinned, or hi-yellow. I need a black woman. Please leave now if you don’t fit this criteria.”

Some of the women were in tears and the others stomped out of the room. There was one woman who was light-skinned and she continued to sit in her seat. Gigi walked over to her.

“Hello? Are you deaf?” Gigi asked with her infamous wicked tongue.

“No, but I believe the part is made for me, see, I have blue eyes and I am African-American. Plus, my boyfriend is white. I have a connection with the character. She is me and I am her. We are one of the same. When you were writing the novel, you were thinking of me.”

Gigi smiled at the girl, sat next to her, and looked into her eyes.        “So, what did you think of the character? Did I capture the essence of her life?”

“She is a strong woman who is lost in the world. She finds her true love in a diner. The guy she falls in love with is lost too. At the end, they are in love and in peace,” the girl said.

“Interesting. You’re good. You can tell the story so well, although only crap is coming out of your mouth. Seriously, do you want me to buy that? I wrote the damn book, I know what it’s about and it’s not about that. You didn’t even read the damn script. You think you can waltz in here and blink your pretty eyes? Those are contacts anyway. Please, give me a break and leave. You have wasted my time and everyone else’s,” Gigi said.

Gigi stood up and the girl rolled her eyes and spit in Gigi’s face. She stomped out of the room. Gigi walked over to the table and got a tissue. She wiped the spit from her face and threw the tissue in the garbage.

“We had drama today,” Gigi said to a group of people sitting in front of her.

Gigi rubbed her hands together and walked in front of the men’s section. She saw Carey and looked in his direction for a minute. He looked at her with a smile. Gigi’s face became hard again. She scanned the men’s section again.

“Okay, men.” Gigi paced back and forth in front of them.

“Listen, if you don’t come from New York City or can’t speak with a New York accent, please leave now. I don’t care if you come from South Jersey, Northern Jersey, were born in New York City, but raised somewhere else or any other lame story. I don’t care if you come from England and you’re a big star,” Gigi said, looking at Carey.

Carey dropped his head in embarrassment and some of the men sitting around him wondered why he was there. At this point, Carey knew he wasn’t going to get the part, but he was embarrassed because Gigi pointed him out and made him an example. He looked at her, as if he was going to tell the forces of nature to strike her dead. He wanted to say something to regain some type of honor to his name, but removed himself with his head down.

“See, someone gets the point. Now, if you don’t speak with a New York accent, please leave now,” Gigi continued.

Some of the men walked out of the room and Gigi sat down in her chair. She hung her head down on the table and tapped her forehead a few times. She was upset with herself. Her reputation came out in a matter of minutes. She was labeled the badass of the literary world when her first book was published. Her badass attitude was a curse to her in the real publishing world, but was a blessing to her with her fan clubs and the media. She had made it as a B-list celebrity.

“What did I just do?” Gigi asked herself aloud. She didn’t want to treat Carey in the manner she did. She wanted to be his friend, but now she had made him an enemy for life.

“Your job,” the director said, after he listened to her question.

“Let the auditions begin,” the director announced.

Carey walked in the bathroom, his tomb. He sat on the toilet seat, depressed. “This is how I feel about my career,” he said, as he flushed the toilet to hear the sound.

“She is the black girl, the screenwriter with the nasty attitude. I knew there was something about her. I knew it, but she didn’t have to embarrass me. She’s evil. I never want to see her again. I should write something bad about her on the Net,” he said to himself.

Carey looked like he was about to cry. First, the girl he liked and thought he could go out with, without thinking about men, singled him out in front of everyone. Second, he was willing to sleep with the guy with the California smile or anyone to get the part. He took out the condom from his wallet and threw it into the toilet. He flushed the toilet and said, “Sounds like my career.”

Carey waited for Gigi in his car outside the studio. He didn’t want to stalk her, but he needed to confront her and to see the evil Satan spawn in front of his face. He wanted to know why Gigi acted the way she did. He wanted to know if the dinner date was an act. Carey knew she would not say anything in her defense or would probably use her smart mouth to put him down again. Carey saw Gigi walking out of the studio waving and talking to people. He walked over to her and she was surprised that he was still there. “What are you doing here?” Gigi asked Carey.

Carey looked into her eyes and couldn’t believe how she was acting toward him. She humiliated him in front of a group of people and was now smiling. “Who are you?” Carey asked.

He wished she would fall in front of him so he could kick the living daylights out of her.

“Gigi Meekins. Didn’t you hear me announce my name in the room?”

Carey looked at her incredulously.

“Not your bloody name? Who are you?” Carey asked.

“I am a novelist, a screenwriter, college student, bartender, and computer programmer at a bank. I was born and raised in New York City and moved to Phoenix first and then to Tucson, Arizona. This is my first job as a casting director for a movie. What else do you want me to say?”  Gigi asked.

“I don’t believe you. How do you have the time to write, work, and go to school?”

“At first you tell yourself you can do it and then you schedule your time. At first it’s hard, but then it becomes easy,” Gigi explained.

Carey crossed his arm over his chest and rolled his eyes at Gigi. “I don’t believe you. You knew I wanted that part. Why didn’t you tell me the truth about yourself?” Carey asked.

“Because I couldn’t. Yes, I knew you would never get the part. I didn’t understand why you were auditioning for it anyway. You don’t have a New York accent. I don’t know how you got the casting director to cast you on Young Boys, but I’m not going to allow it here. And if you think I’m going to sleep with you, boy you’re wrong. I respect my body. I hope you do the same.” Gigi looked at her watch.

“Well, I can’t allow anyone to waste my time. I don’t care who you are,” Gigi continued.

Carey’s face turned red and he wanted to do damage to the woman in front of him, but he remained calm and just gave her a nasty look.

“Listen, you’re wasting my time by discussing this. You know the business. You’re not what I’m looking for, okay? You’re a big star, what’s your freakin’ problem?” Gigi continued.

Carey just stood in his place ready to retaliate, but nothing would come out of his mouth.

“Okay. Since you’re not going to say anything, I better go. I have things to do. Carey, it’s the business.  Live with it. Cheers,” Gigi said.

Gigi walked away with a smile on her face and Carey felt that Gigi insulted him and the United Kingdom with her attitude and New York rudeness. He opened his car door and got in, slamming it closed. He pulled out his cell phone, “Peter?”

“What’s wrong, Carey? You sound like you had a fight with someone,” Peter said.

“Gigi, the girl we met yesterday, is the screenwriter and author of New York Minute. She is a bloody celebrity!”

“As I understand, you weren’t picked,” Peter said.

“Right. I didn’t have a chance to audition.”

“What?”

“She had everyone that wanted to audition to meet in a room. There were separate sections for the men and women. She told me to leave the room in front of everyone. After the auditions, I met her outside the studio. She told me it’s the business. Peter, she is so rude.”

“I know she’s right, but…” Peter says.

“Now I can’t wait to go on holiday.”

“Carey, I don’t know what to tell you,” Peter replied.

“Cheers.”

Carey folded the phone and started to drive around the area. He felt lost, confused, and angry all at the same time. He liked Gigi, but now he saw her for whom she was: an evil demon, Satan himself. His body filled with rage and he just wanted to scream at the top of his lungs, not just because of how Gigi insulted him in front of his fans, but what he was planning to do: have sex to get the part. At this point, he didn’t care if the paparazzi took pictures of him in this state. He wasn’t in the mood to care. He decided to get wasted. He parked the car in the hotel parking lot and walked to the bar.

“What’ll you have?” the male bartender asked Carey.

“Anything, get me bloody drunk. I am staying at the hotel.”

The end of chapter 2…

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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