| Author: | W.H. Cross | ISBN: | 1230001560763 |
| Publisher: | W.H. Cross | Publication: | February 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | W.H. Cross |
| ISBN: | 1230001560763 |
| Publisher: | W.H. Cross |
| Publication: | February 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
As Jan looked up the address of the hotel nearest LAX, LA's airport. A casting call looking for young female leads had caught her attention from the back of a literary magazine. She was going out on a limb, and it hit her now more than ever how much she was putting on the line to come out LA on the last of her savings as the plane touched down with the sound of squealing tires. When the landing lurched her forward she knew it wasn't just the excitement of a bumpy ride that was making her chest thump. Deep breathes and focused thoughts were something Jan used a lot of the time when she got anxious, it was something that she'd learned back many years ago.
Cheerleading had taught Jane a lot, and often times her minds drifted back to the life lessons. Teamwork was something that few people in high school seemed to understand, besides maybe a few of the all star athletes. Jane learned it took others to really excel. She still believed that the individual was important, but she saw them as cogs in a larger framework of other cogs. A person together with other people could construct all kinds of designs and ideas, something that cheerleading manifested with the tight triangle pyramids and graceful kicks that sent their flies flashing.
Jan still liked the attention but now acting was the foremost activity on her mind. To her acting represented the perfect fusion of business and pleasure; the ability hold someone's attention and manipulating them into feeling a certain way. Jan was good at it, and she knew it. Agents knew it as well, and her career thus far had been like a rocket—or so it seemed. But something had been bugging her; in the back of the mind she had a reoccurring thought that maybe people kept giving her roles simply because of her looks. Did that mean that they secretly wanted to sleep with her? She would never know, or so she thought. But it didn't take long to find out.
WARNING: Readers must be 18+ due to mature themes and language.
As Jan looked up the address of the hotel nearest LAX, LA's airport. A casting call looking for young female leads had caught her attention from the back of a literary magazine. She was going out on a limb, and it hit her now more than ever how much she was putting on the line to come out LA on the last of her savings as the plane touched down with the sound of squealing tires. When the landing lurched her forward she knew it wasn't just the excitement of a bumpy ride that was making her chest thump. Deep breathes and focused thoughts were something Jan used a lot of the time when she got anxious, it was something that she'd learned back many years ago.
Cheerleading had taught Jane a lot, and often times her minds drifted back to the life lessons. Teamwork was something that few people in high school seemed to understand, besides maybe a few of the all star athletes. Jane learned it took others to really excel. She still believed that the individual was important, but she saw them as cogs in a larger framework of other cogs. A person together with other people could construct all kinds of designs and ideas, something that cheerleading manifested with the tight triangle pyramids and graceful kicks that sent their flies flashing.
Jan still liked the attention but now acting was the foremost activity on her mind. To her acting represented the perfect fusion of business and pleasure; the ability hold someone's attention and manipulating them into feeling a certain way. Jan was good at it, and she knew it. Agents knew it as well, and her career thus far had been like a rocket—or so it seemed. But something had been bugging her; in the back of the mind she had a reoccurring thought that maybe people kept giving her roles simply because of her looks. Did that mean that they secretly wanted to sleep with her? She would never know, or so she thought. But it didn't take long to find out.
WARNING: Readers must be 18+ due to mature themes and language.
