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The Aces

Gigi was biting her tongue because she needed to think before she said something wrong. She was waving her favorite index finger at the boy and shaking her head. The girl next to her moved her chair a little ways from Gigi because from experience she knew Gigi was about to explode in a million pieces instead of being her calm, smart mouth, cutthroat, cunning self.

“What’s wrong?” the boy asked Gigi.

He hadn’t seen Gigi this upset before in all the time he had known her.

The people at the table were looking and listening to what Gigi was about to say with keen interest. Carey was upset that Gigi did not acknowledge him, but this scene was more interesting than the scene he experienced with her. For a change, Gigi was mad and he loved it, like an angel laying on a comfy fluffy white cloud without a care in the world.

“Okay, first, it was one hundred five degrees in the winter season of Arizona. It’s not supposed to be that hot. Anyway, when I left my home in Tucson and drove to Phoenix, I was wearing New York type winter clothes; Rachel was wearing them too. When Rachel and I were at the airport, we got so hot that we changed into the clothes you see us now. Our plane was delayed and I told your wonderful advertising person about the delay. She told me not to worry about it. Then, when we get to New York, the advertising person that I was supposed to meet with went home and the assistant was there to pick us up.”

“Bonnie,” the boy said.

“Yeah, Bonnie. Bonnie is a racist and wasted my time.  She called me a hick because I live in Arizona and I don’t understand the fashion and lifestyle of New York City. The damn girl didn’t even read my bio. Shoot. I wanted to say some other words, but I needed to classy up in here. I told her I was born and raised in Queens, New York in an upper middle class neighborhood. I told her Rachel was born and raised in an upper middle class neighborhood in Boston. At first she didn’t believe me, but after reading my bio that I told her to read in front of me she felt small. Shit! Excuse my language,” Gigi said to the table of stars.

“After we were finished with her, we came here. Our bags are in the coatroom. We didn’t have time to change. Now I’m cold, mad, and want to kill someone. That woman let my blackness blow up. Chris, why the hell did you do this to me? I thought we were friends, colleagues with the same mission in the writing field. You promised me that you would help me if I got you into that upscale writing society,” Gigi said.

“Gigi, I’m sorry about the marketing company. I will call Leaha tomorrow and get everything straightened out.”

“How? Tomorrow is Saturday, a non-business day, don’t tell me…”

“I have her home phone number,” Chris said quickly.

“You have her home phone number? You can call her now before the thought leaves your mind.”

“But Gigi,” Chris whined.

“No buts. You call her now and tell her the story I told you. The next time she wants to set up a meeting with me, she is flying out to the desert.”

“You’re being difficult.”

“Chris, don’t go there. It’s the marketing company you deal with. Yes, the publishers are helping me, but this book is special to me and I need it to show a special side to it. I trusted you to help. You know how important this book means to me. I was planning to self-publish it. I flew to New York and didn’t get anywhere with the marketing and now I have to be at a function with my hair looking like I just woke up and wearing clothes that I’m cold in. I didn’t plan to look like this at this function. This function is important to me. Believe it or get the hell out of my face. If she needs more clients and she’s as good as you claim her to be, she will fly to Arizona.”

Chris left the table holding his breath. He pounded his feet on the floor and walked toward his table like a child.

“He’s not going to make the call,” Rachel said to Gigi.

“I know, but at least we’re here. See, he came to me as a man and he walked away as a boy. I got my vengeance,” Gigi laughed.

Gigi didn’t acknowledge anyone at the table, which made Carey steam with anger. A man walked up to Gigi’s table and stared her dead in the face, but in her mind she was a ghost and wanted to be treated like one. The man cleared his throat, but Gigi still didn’t pay any attention to him. She kept on talking to her friend.

“Look at what the devil brought in. Why are you here?” the man asked Gigi.

Carey knew the man. He was nice by nature and a wonderful actor to work with. When he played the part, he lived through the character. They performed together in Young Boys and Carey liked to hang out with him when he visited the New York area. By the look on Shawn’s face, Carey knew he hated Gigi the same way he did. Shawn’s face was showing spots of red. Gigi looked at Carey and other members of the table. She lowered her head like she was praying to God. In the next minute, she looked right at Shawn.

“I was invited. Listen, I’m not here to argue with you. I had a rough day and I don’t want to get into a debate with you,” Gigi said.

“You’re a pirate,” Shawn said to Gigi.

“You have no right. You never want to hear my side of the issue,” Gigi argued.

“Because you don’t have a side,” Shawn said to her and Peter laughed.

“We’re not on the ocean. How can she be a pirate?” Peter asked Shawn.

“Computer pirate, Peter. She downloads illegal software, music, movies, and shows.”

Peter was in shock and felt old around the young people at the table who knew what Shawn was talking about. At that point, he thought back on what his daughter had said. “You’re old.”

Gigi shrugged and said, “You can’t prove it, idiot. This is what I mean; you never hear my side of the issue. Now, do you want to hear my side or not, Mr. Idiot?”

“Stop calling me an idiot. You support it. You wrote about it in your book. I bet you’ll make sure there are no illegal copies of your movie on the Net.”

Gigi sipped some of her tea to keep her body warm and stared at Shawn, giving him the evil eye. She put her cup down and signaled Shawn to take a chair so he could listen to her thoughts on the matter.

“Okay. I’m listening, devil,” Shawn said and smirked.

“First, you’re not in the movie Young Boys anymore, okay. So please talk normally, like a human, not as a retard. Or maybe you are. I don’t know or care.”

Peter stared at Gigi and then looked at Carey. Carey nodded at Peter. Gigi scanned the table. “We have to have examples why downloading should be legal, dork.”

“Please stop the name calling. You guys are acting like my kids,” Peter said to Gigi.

“Well, okay. I’ll try, but he started the war,” Gigi said defiantly.

Peter looked at the two adults acting like his children. Gigi was Mackay and Shawn was Carson. He immediately thought of his family. He wished his wife was by his side, but when reality set in, he was alone and felt like a stranger to the crowd.

“No, I didn’t. You wrote about me and my cause in one of your books.”

“You never heard my side,” Gigi still argued.

“I’m here now, tell me, oh wise one,” Shawn said sarcastically.

“Okay, this is how I feel about the movie industry.  There are many movies that suck, some don’t. I’m not going to say I download movies, but rather I check them out first. If I like the movie, then I will spend the eight bucks to see it. We have two examples, Young Boys and Horrors. With Horrors, I saw a download version first. I didn’t do the downloading, okay. I got it from someone else. After I saw the downloaded version, I spend eight dollars to see it at the theatre. I also bought the DVD and the soundtrack. The movie was funny and had suspense in it.”

Gigi looked at the two actors sitting at the end of the table and said, “Good job. I enjoyed the movie.”

Gigi looked at Shawn and Carey, who were both in Young Boys, and shook her head.

“With Young Boys, I wish I had seen a download version first before spending three dollars watching it. It was pure crap. It was supposed to be an epic, but to my friend and me and the people sitting in the theatre, the movie was just a joke with naked bodies and sex. Soft porn,” Gigi added. Gigi took a sip of her tea and said, “After the movie, I asked for my three dollars and time back.”

Gigi smiled at Carey and Shawn. “This is how I feel about downloading movies: if a person downloads a movie, they will watch it. If they love what they see, most likely they will see it in the movies. If they really like it, they will buy the DVD. And…”

“The movies do show previews,” Shawn pointed out, cutting off Gigi in mid-sentence.

“The previews don’t show you the movie as a whole.  Sometimes the best parts are in the previews and the rest of the movie is pure crap,” Gigi argued.

“Why should I pay you eight dollars, so you can badly entertain me? If you had a maid who didn’t do a good job cleaning your house, would you pay her?” Gigi asked Shawn.

“No, I wouldn’t pay the maid, but that isn’t the point,” Shawn said.

“Yes, it is. You know it, too. You just don’t want to hear the truth. The voice of reason wins again. Now please get up, put the chair back, and leave. Go shorty, go.”

Shawn stared at her with rage as a blood vein on his head throbbed as fast as his heart beat. He walked away and didn’t look back.

“See, I’m right,” Gigi said to Rachel.

Rachel laughed because this was the real Gigi. Rachel was happy that Gigi hadn’t changed since she became part of the media circus. Gigi vowed never to be a sellout or to kiss someone’s butt just to get in the spotlight. But what Rachel didn’t know was that Gigi had a secret that would put her in a different light in Rachel’s mind, although they were best friends.

“People hate you. I see I’m not the only one. Do you think you can be good to people instead of pissing them off? You’re a bitch. You turned a nice, wonderful guy into a raging lunatic. I’m surprised he controlled himself around you.”

“I hope you understand what I was saying. You could not be in my film. The part wasn’t written for you. Carey, you’re a good actor, but the part wasn’t for you. I wanted the film to be as close to the book as possible. I owe it to my fans and soon-to-be fans,” Gigi tried to explain.

“You didn’t give me a chance,” Carey whined.

“Too much of a waste of my time,” Gigi said.

“By the way, I heard about your fake dating partner, Sandra. At first I thought you did love her, but she was just an accessory for you,” Gigi said to Carey in a fake English accent.

“I loved her, I still do,” Carey defended.

“Yeah, whatever. Keep telling yourself that.”

Carey wanted to kill her and she could see it on his face.

“I know you love me,” Gigi said with a smile.

“No, I don’t,” he said.

“If you went out with me, you would be popular in the movies and in the writing field, but you’re too skinny and English for me anyway,” Gigi laughed.

No one at the table could believe what Gigi said as she cut him down to size mentally.

“Are you the writer, Gigi Meekins?” Nick asked Gigi.

Nick Bloom was a young, well-built Englishman who played in the movie Files with Carey. Gigi liked him for his acting and his mind. She always wanted to meet him in person to see if he was the same charming man onscreen as well as in person. His cornflower eyes had a hint of sea green in them, and his beard made him look wealthy and educated in a boyish way.

“Yes, I am. And you’re a screenwriter.”

“How did you know?”

“Remember, I’m a writer. I did some research on you. I read your bio. You wrote a screenplay for a short well-known movie that aired in England. Now you’re writer and actor, too.”

“Do you fancy me?” Nick asked with his cunning smile.

“Yes, I do. You look sweet, but looks aren’t everything to me. I’m interested in the mind. So, you like my books?” Gigi said to Nick with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Yes, love, I do. I wish I had a copy of Sleep, so you could autograph it. I love the book. It made me crap in my knickers. I had to take a sleeping pill to go to sleep. You’re good. How do you come up with the material?”

“Dreams, just dreams. I dream a story straight through, I write it down, and type it in the computer,” Gigi explained.

“Are you sure they are dreams?”

“Yes. With Sleep, I dreamt it for two weeks straight, and then I knew I had to make it into a novel. My dreams get creepy like that. One day I dreamt, for a month straight, that my apartment was on fire. It got to the point that I needed to get renter’s insurance. The fire dream gave life to Minds.”

“I love your writing and you are not fearful of anyone. I like that in a woman.” Nick wiggled his eyebrows.

Carey and Peter looked at Nick and wondered where his mind had gone. For a man to like Gigi was impossible in the mind of a sane person. Carey remembered back when Gigi told him she had a boyfriend who was mentally crazy. He now wondered if it was Gigi’s doing. For Nick to say something like that to a person who was the epitome of Satan, they wondered if Nick was mentally sick.

“You fancy her books?” Carey asked Nick incredulously.

“Yes. I have all of them. I illegally downloaded copies of her screenplays,” Nick said to the group.

“There are illegal copies of the screenplay on the Net?” Gigi asked with a smile.

“Yes. Are you upset?” Nick asked.

Gigi smiled. “Where are they downloading them from?” Gigi asked.

“In a lot of places.”

“Good. I’m so happy people are willing to read my screenplays. That’s cool,” Gigi said.

“You’re happy about this? As I understand you’re not getting paid for it,” Peter said to Gigi.

“Knowing that people want to read the screenplay on how the movie was written gives me pure pleasure. Plus, there’s a website with a lot of major films. You actors have to understand the screenplay in the heart of any movie, show, or play. I’m so pissed that you guys don’t give us any credit. Writers are the backbone of your careers. Writers are the real celebrities in the world, not the actors. We invent the characters and give them a body,” Gigi said to the group.

“Whatever,” Philip said.

“Whatever! I want you to perform in a movie without a script.”

“I can do that. I’m smart. My mommy says I’m special. Writers are geeks and ugly people. They can never be stars in the spotlight. They’ll break the cameras and turn all the reporters into stone, like that ugly goddess. Dude, she was ugly, thank Nirvana someone killed her,” Philip said.

Philip smiled at the group and Gigi looked confused. Gigi had heard that he was stupid or mildly retarded. She thought it was acting on his part, but now meeting him in person, she believed the stories to be true.

“Yes, you are special. I bet you got a special education too,” Gigi said to Philip.

“Yes, I am special. How did you know? You’re not smart, you’re a geek writer,” Philip said like a child.

“I can just tell. You need to get stabbed in a dark alley,” Gigi said menacingly.

“Please. You’re just jealous of my good looks and world knowledge,” Philip said.

“Whatever,” Gigi said. “Rachel, let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Thank you and do not bother coming back,” Carey said.

In the bathroom they were making themselves look decent without a proper grown for the banquet. Gigi said to Rachel, “I want to be like them. I want people to look at me and wonder what I’m all about or what I ate last night.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll achieve it. But do you want the attention?” Rachel asked.

“I need it. I crave it. I would die for any type of attention. I even thought about sleeping around to get it, but I value my body.”

Rachel stopped primping and looked at Gigi in the mirror. She knew what Gigi meant about attention. She was a mystery and she liked to keep it that way. “Girl, don’t worry. You’ll be popular. Everyone will be kissing your feet.”

“I hope so. When I achieve success, then I quit my job.”

“That day will come soon. You’ll see,” Rachel said encouragingly.

Gigi walked out of the bathroom and stood in the entryway of the hall. She saw people walking around and sitting at tables talking. She saw the authors at the writers’ table. She wanted to be a celebrity, not a nerd who wrote books and had a cat to substitute for a man in her life. She wanted to be someone; someone people would look up to and write about. She wanted to lead an interesting life not a boring one; the one she was living now.

“Hello, everyone. I want to thank you for supporting the Disabled Foundation,” the man in a black suit said on stage.

Everyone sitting at the tables clapped when the announcer finished talking. Carey looked around. He did not see Gigi anywhere only Rachel enjoys herself, sitting at a table with celebrities. The announcer continued to talk about the disabled living in America and how this banquet could provide money for the foundation. Gigi walked to the backstage entry after she knew Rachel could find her seat.

“Let’s start the show!” the announcer yelled.

During the show, celebrities sang, danced, and told jokes to keep the audience happy and cheering for more. The biggest shocker of the show was Gigi dancing to a smooth ballet song. Carey, Nick, Philip, Peter, and the rest of the table were watching her dance with a good-looking male partner. The look of shock on their faces was priceless.

After the show, Gigi walked over to Rachel so they could get the hell out of there and get some much-needed sleep. Without Gigi saying a word, Carey stared at her as if she were someone else. “You know ballet?” Carey asked.

“A little. I took dance lessons when I was younger. The piece you saw out there I had practiced five hours a day for shows when we had recitals and stuff. I had a lot of training.”

“You showed so much emotion, I fancy that. I knew you had to have a soft side to you and you finally showed it.  Who are you?” Carey asked.

“Nobody,” Gigi said.

“You’re somebody. You can be a nice person. Why the attitude?” Carey asked.

“Because it’s me, okay? I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

Carey looked at her for a moment, trying to figure her out. There were a lot of questions in his mind about the tall caramel-skinned girl with the ponytail.

“What’s your problem?” Gigi asked Carey.

“You,” Carey said.


“You are my puzzle,” Carey said.

“Whatever, idiot. You’re crazy. When you see me again, don’t talk to me. I don’t want people to know I know a dumb Englishman. It’ll kill my rep,” Gigi said.

“If I see you, I will give you a big wet kiss,” Carey said with a smile to annoy her, the same way she did to him.

“You must love mental torment. You’re not my type.  You’re UK; I’m USA. You’re an actor; I’m a writer. No, it will not work out. Plus, you look like a female supermodel trying hard to look like a man. I’m not a lesbian,” Gigi said to Carey and walked off. She didn’t even wait around to see the expression on his face.

Gigi and Rachel walked to the coatroom counter and asked for their luggage.

“Now we can change and put on some sweaters before we go outside,” Gigi said, looking through her bag.

“What was that, girl?” Rachel asked.

“What was what?”

“You treated Carey in the worst way today. Is this part of your game?” Rachel asked.

Rachel knew Gigi was scheming up a plan for Carey. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew it couldn’t be good.


End of chapter 5

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.



The AcesThe air was as cold as ice. Cops were gathering the homeless and putting them in the van, taking them to the shelter against their will whether they wanted to or not. One cop, who had been there for an hour, saw a man frozen to death. He wanted to cry, but couldn’t allow emotion to touch him. People around the area ran to the subway station to get their bodies warm. There weren’t a lot of people on the street and small businesses were closing early. This was a cold evening in New York City near Times Square.

Inside a building, there were people dressed to impress. Some of the women had hardly any clothes on, and some of the men were dressed in suits or dress pants and dress shirts. Overall, they were dressed to the highest standards of the entertainment world with brand names. Servers were there to take orders and serve food, and flashes from cameras were going off like gunfire. In reality, the function was for the homeless and poor. To the people inside, this function allowed them to get exposure, meet people, conduct business deals or get laid.

In the midst of all the celebrity drama, there was Philip Morey, Peter Right, and Carey Roland sitting at a table with other actors. Carey was talking about his movie Files. The movie made all the main actors famous in their homelands of the UK, New Zealand, Australia, and America. They were all nobodies before the film, but during Files and after, the main actors became best friends. To have a reminder of the bond, the actors and actresses all got matching tattoos on their hips to show their friendship to the world. Since the cast had gotten older and wiser, the tattoo idea seemed to be a little too much, but they were still the best of friends. They had even helped each other get parts in other movies. To Carey, Files was his moment to shine and did to the media world, but with fame, there was always a price. Carey knew Sandra was not there at the banquet although she was invited. She did not want to cause a scene or stir things up, so she stayed at her home in California with her good-looking boyfriend, who was known in the media. Carey was trying to get out of the habit of looking at the person to the right of him, where Sandra usually sat. He needed to move on with his life and find a backup to take Sandra’s place.

While Carey thought about Sandra and talked to his co-stars, Peter was trying his best to ignore Philip and his words. He wanted to change his seat, but the seats were pre-arranged. Peter wished his wife could have been here to see the stars upfront and personal. Paulette was a celebrity in France and other parts of Europe, but not in America. People in America knew Peter’s wife as the mother of their children, not a pop rock star, who this year sold 10 million CDs. Her band sounded almost like U2 with a mix of Christina Aguilera and Ashley Simpson. Paulette did go to an American star-studded affair one time and was disgusted how people treated her husband. Some woman told her that Peter would cheat on her and leave her French plain self. She vowed that she would never go to another function in America again because of the rudeness and backstabbing. When Peter thought about his wife and children he tried to drown out what Philip was saying, but it didn’t help. Philip kept talking and talking about past lives and ways he has died, the media, his girlfriends, and anything else he had on his mind. Peter hoped the seats across from him stayed empty, so he could sit away from this guy.

At the function, there were musicians, actors, actresses, socialites (who don’t do anything, except talk and flaunt their millions), and the celebrity nerdy writers. The DJ in his booth played different types of music to please everyone.

At this event, some celebrities would perform their talents. The performances were to raise money for the foundation, but to some of the people performing they could care less. They were performing to audition for a part in a future play, movie, television show or record deal because there were directors, producers, television executives, music executives, and music producers in the audience. The function was just a show, not a fundraiser for the goodness of the world.

Peter looked at the empty seats and they called out his name, but then he saw a sports drink bottle hit his table with force and he was out of his trance.

Everyone stopped talking in the room and looked at two girls on the dance floor. One girl was tall with caramel skin. Her brown straight hair was in a ponytail, and she had on a brown tank top and light blue jeans with holes in them. The other girl was short with a darker complexion and black hair.

The two girls gestured for two men at a table to dance with them. Making their way to the dance floor, the girls immediately grabbed each man and danced seductively with them, like the function turned into a dance club.

After the girls and men danced a few songs, the girls sat at the table with Carey, Peter, and Philip. The tall girl ordered tea for both of them and the other girl looked around. They both looked excited and happy to be there, but they seemed to be ignoring the people around them.

“I needed that, phew,” the tall girl said to her friend.

“Girl, you know it. I was going to get ghetto up in there. What was she talking about? I have not a clue.”

“I hate it when people waste my time.”

“Why are you here?” Carey asked the tall girl.

The tall girl finished the last drop from her drink and put it under the table. She ignored the question from Carey; she didn’t even look at him. The two girls remained ghosts at the affair. A waiter walked over to their table and the two girls ordered two cups of hot tea.

“I am so cold,” the dark-skinned girl said to the tall girl.

“Girl, tell me about it. I forgot how cold it gets over here.”

The tall girl saw a boy walking toward her. “Hello, Gigi. I told you she’s the best,” the boy said.

This boy, who looked like a pre-teen, was actually a twenty-five-year old famous writer. He was confused why they weren’t dressed properly for the function and why the tall girl was not being her butterfly social self, but he was happy to see her there with her attitude and charm.

“I hate you. I just hate you. You owe me,” Gigi said to the boy. Her face was red as a beet through her caramel complexion.

More to come soon on Wednesday!

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.

 The Aces

Okay. Stop licking my face, Sheba,” Gigi said. “I’m up, I’m up.”

Gigi was lying on her futon in her study, which turned into a guest room when her family or friends came to visit. The room was small, but designed to look large. Across the floor from the futon was her computer desk, with her computer, CDs, DVDs, printer, and books placed inside the cabinets. Her two flat screen nineteen-inch monitors were mounted on the wall and next to the monitors was a twenty-five-inch flat screen TV. On the wall next to the head of the futon was a bay window showing the view of the sun smiling on the mountains that told stories of time and history. The room had a western theme to it and Gigi loved it. Indian red, corn yellow, cactus green, mountain brown, and bone white made up the color scheme. This room made her mind open up and write. She wrote four best-selling novels and the one screenplay in this room.

Gigi was trying to get back to sleep, but with her cat screaming in her ear and walking on top of her, she sat up on the futon. Her body was drained because of the auditions, the confrontation with Carey, the plane ride back to Arizona, and starting to write a new book on her computer. She didn’t want to get up because she knew what to expect of this day with faxes, computer work, paperwork, writing, phone calls, yelling, and stress. It was all in a hard day’s work at a bank. Gigi hated her job, but loved it too. She enjoyed some of the people she worked with and some she dreaded. Every night when she left work, she knew she did her best on the job.

“No. Not now. No,” Gigi said, as her cell phone rang with her editor’s special ring tone.

Gigi slapped her face with both hands and wrapped her hands around her throat to try to choke herself. She hated to be late with her assignments. She was supposed to complete her section of the project before leaving for California, but because of the excitement of the movie, she forgot.

“Hello,” Gigi said when she unfolded her cell phone.

“Gigi, if you want me to do my job on time, I need those chapters,” the editor said right away.

“Amanda, I’m sorry. I’ll give you the chapters tonight. I’m not going to ask you again,” Gigi said.

“Please don’t. Why would I edit your stories if I thought they were a waste of my time? You know I do have other clients. You have real talent,” Amanda said.

“I know. But I don’t believe that my life is real. I think I’m still living in a dream world,” Gigi said.


“I can’t quit.”

“I don’t understand you. I know you make enough money to quit the bank. Remember, you pay me. Gigi, you’re burning the candle at both ends. I don’t know how you do it,” Amanda admitted.

“I know. Well, I better go. Okay, Amanda. Bye.”

Gigi hung up the phone lay down. Sheba jumped on Gigi and kissed her nose with her tongue. Gigi looked up at the ceiling and saw a vision of her future in the writing world. She saw herself in a brown sheer evening gown with lacy sheer drapes around her shoulders. She was sitting at a table with her best friend, Adam, and all the top writers in the United States. She was talking and asking questions and they were listening and answering her questions. She was in awe about being in the company of people who respected the craft. Adam smiled at her and showed her approval with his crystal blue eyes, something she longed from him from the time they met. She envisioned herself dancing with him in a ballroom setting. She knew other people were on the dance floor, but she felt alone with Adam.

Adam said, “You did well. You’re one of the best. The other writers respect you.”

Gigi smiled and gave him a kiss on his thin, pink, smooth lips; she was in true ecstasy. She saw herself dancing the night away with the soothing music in her ears and a tall handsome man holding her tightly, eagerly wanting to take her to bed. Gigi was smiling at the ceiling with her eyes open, but instead she had to pick up the phone, “Hello?”

“The editor likes the manuscript. She wants to give you a deal. I’ll mail out the paperwork to you,” the voice on the other line said.

“Really, that’s good news. You’re the best, Robin,” Gigi said to her agent.

“You sound tired. How was California? Did you meet any stars?”

“I met Carey Roland and Peter Right. They’re really nice. California is still the land of Fruits and Nuts,” Gigi said and laughed.

“I believe it. If an actor from a foreign country can be a governor, you know the state is weird. You need to quit your job. You know you can, I know how much you make,” Robin said.

“I can’t quit.”

“I’m tired of fighting with you. You’re going to work yourself to death. Do you have my packet?” Robin asked.

“I can give you the synopsis next week, not this week.  I have tons of homework to finish up. I must keep my four point oh GPA.”

“Take it easy,” Robin said.

“Okay, I will. Thanks,” Gigi said.

Gigi folded her cell phone and looked at the ceiling again. She closed her eyes to return back to her vision, but her alarm clock in her second floor bedroom went off.  She jumped off the futon and ran to her bedroom to turn off the alarm. She collapsed on the bed and looked at the time.

“I have to go to work. I must pay my employees. I have to pay bills. I have to feed my cat,” Gigi said to herself aloud.

Every morning she said the speech to energize her to take a shower, put on clothes, and go to work. She jumped off the bed and walked to the bathroom.

She turned on the water for her shower and walked back to her bedroom. The phone rang again and she walked to her sanctuary to get it with a smile.

“Hello, Adam,” Gigi said.

“How do you know it’s me?” Adam asked.

“I have a different ring tone for you when you call.”

“You’re something. How was California?”

“California was great. I met Carey Roland. I had to tell him off, too.”

“What? You need to stop telling people off. You already have a bad rep. What was it this time?”

“I told him he couldn’t be in my movie,” Gigi said.

“What? Okay, I understand now. He doesn’t speak with a New York accent, but you shouldn’t have told him off. You need to work on your direct communication. It can save your future career. Remember, Gigi, you need contacts,” Adam scolded.

“Yes, old wise one,” Gigi said sarcastically.

“Your dad is right, you are a wise guy,” Adam said.

“Only to you. Carey is a nice guy. I didn’t go on a date-date with him, but we spent some time together. I learned a lot about him, which I wanted to do in the first place. My goal is to understand the person on the sliver screen, instead of the person they try to portray.”

“I’m happy for you. Do you like him?”

“No. He’s too skinny and besides, he’s English. I need an Arizona cowboy,” Gigi said.

Looking at the time, “Adam, I have to go, okay? I will speak to you soon,” Gigi said.

Gigi folded her phone next to her heart. She tried to soak up the conversation she had with Adam, the love of her life. She thought about their wedding day every night, but she knew he would never marry her because she had a college degree, a career in computers, now a writing career, and money. He felt little next to her, but she made sure she acted stupid around him, so he was labeled the hero in their friendship. Adam worked odd jobs and was waiting for his big break in life. He worked as a roofer, cab driver, house cleaner, pool cleaner, and anything else to make ends meet. If she compared going out with Adam or Carey – if Carey would date her – she would marry Adam because he was her best friend and something real to her.

Adam had helped Gigi in so many ways. When she moved to Arizona, his family helped her get around town. When she wanted to party, Adam invited her to them. When her boyfriend appeared from his disappearing act, Adam encouraged her to forgive him. When he disappeared again, Adam soaked up her tears. Adam told her to move away from Phoenix, so her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t find her. Gigi owed everything she accomplished in Arizona to him, but he didn’t feel the same way about her, which made her depressed.

Gigi looked at the clock on her phone. She jumped off the futon and into the shower, almost with her clothes on.  She washed her hair and body in five minutes, dried off with a towel, jumped into her clothes, and ran out of her bedroom. She grabbed her cell phone, just in case someone important was going to call her during her work hours. She grabbed her pocketbook and schoolbag and flew downstairs.

“I can’t be late. I can’t be late,” Gigi said to herself when she locked the door. She hopped in her truck and drove off to work.

Gigi entered the bank through the employee door and was welcomed by some of her co-workers, who wanted to know who she met in California. She said her little greetings to them and ran to her desk to clock in and then sank down in her chair. After she clocked in her time at her computer, she sank down in her chair.

Gigi wished she could quit and never come back, but when Todd walked over to her, she knew she was officially home. He was the Administrative Assistant for the department.

Todd was an older man of sixty, but looked like he was forty-five, in good physical condition, had a head full of thick brown hair, still had luster in his big brown eyes, and still went to the tanning salon because he didn’t like his pale white skin. He always tells everyone, “Without a tan, I look dead.”

“Good morning, Gigi. Can I give you the rundown?”  Todd asked.

Gigi turned her head toward him and looked in his face. She had always thought of him as a grandfather figure. She listened to his pearls of wisdom intensely, which helped her out in her stressful life. She was happy he came to work at her department; he brought rays of sunshine to the dreaded workday.

“Do you have to?” Gigi asked.

“I believe so,” Todd said.

“Okay, but I was hoping I didn’t have to work today.”

“Don’t we all,” Todd said.

Todd looked at his notebook and recited everything he had written down.

“Okay. Carolyn called about a person’s account, which had two loans on it. Cindy called about Online Banking.  Harry called about setting up the new ATM. Stan wants you to create a new loan package for his department. Can you talk to Alfie about a loan he’s trying to book? And you need to write the documentation for setting up the new ATM,” Todd finished.

Gigi took a deep breath and shook her head. “That’s it?”

“Yep, that’s about it. I’ll leave this with you.” Todd ripped the page out of his notebook and handed it to Gigi.

Gigi started working on her daily tasks as well as the tasks Todd told her about. In the morning, it was usual for the cubical group not to talk to each other until lunchtime, unless it was important. The group worked on their own projects to make the department a success.

Gigi’s co-workers didn’t talk about her writing career unless she brought it up, and then they asked the questions about her books, other authors’ books, and her movies. She enjoyed talking to them and she got their input, which she appreciated in a big way. She thought of them as her first fan club and gave them copies of the book before she signed a contract and got it published.

Gigi looked at the time. It was 12:30.    Gigi went outside with her Mountain Dew bottle and warmed up in the hot sun. She sat down at one of the tables next to Jeremy, her devoted fan.

Jeremy was a dark-skinned, middle-aged man who thought he was a teenager. He wore thin glasses with dark frames. Every day, he wore a suit with a matching bowtie and his black lace up shoes.

Jeremy said, “You need to quit.”

Gigi looked at him with a smile on her face because she knew he was right. She had tripled her income, paid off her truck, paid off all her credit cards, and the only bill she had was her mortgage. She had thought about quitting her job at the bank, but she felt that she should always have another source of income.

“I can’t,” Gigi said.

Jeremy looked directly in her eyes and said, “Why not? You wrote four best-selling books; one book was turned into a movie and the other one is scheduled to start shooting. I know you don’t need this job.”

“I do. This job is paying for my education,” Gigi protested.

“That’s a lot of bull. Gigi, you’re a great writer.  People love you. You’re popular.”

More to come on Wednesday!

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.

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.”


“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.


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.