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How To Ruin My Saturday
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Mel's P.O.V.
I was sitting in the living room playing Black Ops on my PS3. It was so fun to run around shooting the innocent. Mom says I have a twisted mind. I don't understand why she says that, though. I mean, I was always perfectly happy to sit around and shoot the enemy. Plus, she had told me she was like that at my age, too.
So, I was happily torturing someone to death, when my mom came in and turned the game off before I could even save my progress! That was the ultimate punishment for me doing nothing wrong. I worked hard to get my kills!
"Bitch." I muttered under my breath, luckily she didn't hear me. The last thing I needed was to be grounded on top of life.
"Mel, you have an audition for a new film." She told me, reaching her PDA. I swear, she's secretly married to the thing. Mom gave a quick glance up and saw me sitting in my usual Saturday attire; my PJ's. "Go get dressed." She said, leaving he room. "Nicely!" I heard her add. I stuck my tongue out at the door, as if she was still there. She always knew how to ruin my Saturday. I wanted nothing more than to start up COD again and see if I could kill just as many people as I had before, but no. I was not allowed to do that. I had to get all dressed up for an audition. I know, I know. I shouldn't complain, most kids would kill (not the COD kind of kill) to be in my position and I should be so grateful to be able to live out my dream. But couldn't I live out my dream on a weekday?
I took a running head start and skidded into my bedroom, slipping on the rug and falling onto my butt. I just laughed it off, that's what I was best at. Mom also said I never take the world seriously, whatever that means. I jumped to my feet, doing a quick bow to the shelf of teddies on my wall, and swung open the closet doors.
"Nice. Nice. Nice." I kept repeating to myself, mumbling under my breath. How was I supposed to know what nice was? I pushed my way to the very back of my closet, climbing inside as I did so. I felt as if I was Lucy, venturing my way to Narnia. When I came to the hard, wooden back of the closet, I was so disappointed. However, I found a very tidy looking dress for me to wear. Of course, me and mom never agreed on my dress sense, so if I didn't like the look of something, I should have probably worn it.
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I spun in front of my mother for her approval. The dress was a powdery blue with a little ribbon that was a shade of blue darker going around my stomach, tied at the back in a bow. The dress was just short of my kneecaps, so you could see the scar going down my knee from when I fell off my bike when I was six. I'd landed straight in a pile of glass, proving that the whole parent letting go of your bicycle thing doesn't always work.
My mother noticed the scar and started fussing over it with make-up. How dare I look imperfect for an audition? The next thing to be fussed over was my hair. She brushed it out, the waves coming in around my shoulders. She pushed my bangs to the side, partially covering my left eyes. She tied a blue ribbon in my hair, too.
I took a look in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't look like me at all. The last time I had dressed up that much was to visit my aunt Madison, mom's sister. And that ended with a potato fight at the table during dinner! My mother never usually fussed over me for an audition, she always told me to be myself and I always was. But, for some reason, this movie must have meant a lot to her if she was fussing that badly. I mean, she looked like an OCD maniac the way she tried to straighten every crease in me.
Amanda's P.O.V.
I stared down at my beautiful little girl. She wasn't really my little girl, anymore. Mel was growing up so fast, I was scared to blink. She didn't look like herself, but for once in her life, I didn't mind. I had always brought her up to be who she wanted to be, unlike the way my parents had raised me. But Mel had an audition for a film called 'Destiny'. She was up for the main part of the film: a sweet and innocent little girl called Destiny who gets kidnapped by some people her father owes money too. The only reason I was making a big deal out of it was because the director was the famous Jon Walker. If Mel got into one of his films it could change her life forever. When I got the call from one of the junior directors who worked with Jon, I was so excited. Mel couldn't understand what was so special about him, but I did. He was one of Hollywood's biggest directors, getting into one of his movies was like being crowded Queen of a land you'd never heard of before. This land would be called excessive fame. I know I always promised Mel to keep her a normal girl, a child with an average life. But who was I trying to kid? Mel was not a normal child. And the moment I got the call, I knew I couldn't keep up the act any longer.
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"How did you do?" I asked as soon as Mel came skipping out of the audition room, a smile plastered on her face. She looked very pleased with herself and I knew she had tried the best she could have. She always did.
"It was alright." She shrugged, waking off down the corridor without me. I trailed after her, wanting-needing to know more.
"Alright?" I asked. "It must have been better than alright. What did Mr. Thompson say to you?"
"He said I looked pretty and that I reminded him of an old friend and that I was perfect for the part of Destiny." Mel smiled up at me as she said the last part. Of course she had aced the audition, why else would they have been the ones to contact us? She was perfect for the part.
I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up off the floor and spinning in circles. If it had been as good as Mel said it had been, then I had nothing to worry about. I had full confidence in my daughter. She was definitely one of the best actresses out there. Though, I guess that is a biased opinion.
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I watched in awe as everyone rushed around the studio building. I hadn't felt as happy as I did since before Mel was born. She was clinging to my hand, just as scared as I was. My little girl had made it into the movie, I couldn't be more excited. We were on our way to see the big man himself; I could hardly contain my excitement. I felt like a child at Christmas.
The studio was massive; I had no idea where to go. It smelt like sweat and many crew members just walked straight past us, trying to get their job done. It was the first time me and Mel had been inside a studio like that one, usually her movies were filmed on location. But this one was different. Jon Walker was known best for filming in a lot and making it look like a location. So, Mel and I walked down endless corridors, not knowing where we were going, but following the instructions that were printed on the walls carefully. We managed to find ourselves in the dressing room part of the studio. We walked past many big names celebrity names. I read each one as we passed; Zac Efron, Johnny Depp, Drew Barrymore, Lindsay Lohan. There was a lot. But, it was the very last one that caught my eye. I tried to read it, but Mel pulled me with all her force, making my eyes shake and my vision switch to in front of me before I could.
Mel released her grip and started running towards a man not too far from where we were. He was tall with broad shoulders and definitely a well build posture. He had his back to us, so I didn't see his face, but I could almost tell that he was smiling as he watched everyone around him doing their jobs. Mel, not as scared of meeting the director as I was, walked straight over there and introduced herself.
"Mel Ross, reporting for duty, sir." She said, saluting, and then holding her hand out to him. Instead of accepting it, he knelt down to her level and opened his arms to her.
"I don't believe in hand-shakes." I heard his whisper to my daughter. She shyly hugged him, looking over her shoulder and winking at me. I rolled my eyes at her, but laughed at the same time. She really was a character, someone who could brighten anyone's day no matter how bad it had been.
The two broke apart and he turned to look at me for the first time. Shock washed over my entire body as I instantly recognized his face, practically freezing up on the spot as crowds of memories flooded back to my mind.
Mel's P.O.V.
"Amanda?" The director said, giving my mother a look up and down. I narrowed my eyes on the space between the two of them, already growing suspicious.
"JON!" She cried, literally jumping into his arms with enthusiasm. I was left on the side lines, totally confused and feeling left out. I coughed to let them know I was still there. It worked; mom moved away from Jon Walker and looked down at the floor. Her face was starting to flush as she wiped a piece of hair behind her ear. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I heard the man ask my mom.
"This," she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in front of her. I smiled up at the man, still trying to make a good impression. "Is my daughter, Melissa."
"D-Daughter?" Jon stuttered. Clearly he had no idea and couldn't see it initially. That wasn't a surprise, mom was young and we didn't look anything alike, either. I always guessed I took after the grandparent my mother didn't. As I had never met either of my grandparents, all it was, was a guess.
"Shocker, I know." She breathed out, clearing her throat. It wasn't an uncomfortable conversation and I was still totally confused. But maybe speaking up wasn't the best of ideas. Of course, I still went ahead and did it;
"Can we get back down to business?" I asked; hand on my hip, raising and eyebrow at the two adults. They were acting too unprofessional for my liking.
"Um...Mel, why don't you go take a walk around the studio so you get to know you're way around?" The director asked, "So me and mommy can talk." I hate it when adults say mommy when they're talking about your mother. It's annoying.
However, I just said, "Okay." And skipped off to start my latest adventure.
I was sitting in the living room playing Black Ops on my PS3. It was so fun to run around shooting the innocent. Mom says I have a twisted mind. I don't understand why she says that, though. I mean, I was always perfectly happy to sit around and shoot the enemy. Plus, she had told me she was like that at my age, too.
So, I was happily torturing someone to death, when my mom came in and turned the game off before I could even save my progress! That was the ultimate punishment for me doing nothing wrong. I worked hard to get my kills!
"Bitch." I muttered under my breath, luckily she didn't hear me. The last thing I needed was to be grounded on top of life.
"Mel, you have an audition for a new film." She told me, reaching her PDA. I swear, she's secretly married to the thing. Mom gave a quick glance up and saw me sitting in my usual Saturday attire; my PJ's. "Go get dressed." She said, leaving he room. "Nicely!" I heard her add. I stuck my tongue out at the door, as if she was still there. She always knew how to ruin my Saturday. I wanted nothing more than to start up COD again and see if I could kill just as many people as I had before, but no. I was not allowed to do that. I had to get all dressed up for an audition. I know, I know. I shouldn't complain, most kids would kill (not the COD kind of kill) to be in my position and I should be so grateful to be able to live out my dream. But couldn't I live out my dream on a weekday?
I took a running head start and skidded into my bedroom, slipping on the rug and falling onto my butt. I just laughed it off, that's what I was best at. Mom also said I never take the world seriously, whatever that means. I jumped to my feet, doing a quick bow to the shelf of teddies on my wall, and swung open the closet doors.
"Nice. Nice. Nice." I kept repeating to myself, mumbling under my breath. How was I supposed to know what nice was? I pushed my way to the very back of my closet, climbing inside as I did so. I felt as if I was Lucy, venturing my way to Narnia. When I came to the hard, wooden back of the closet, I was so disappointed. However, I found a very tidy looking dress for me to wear. Of course, me and mom never agreed on my dress sense, so if I didn't like the look of something, I should have probably worn it.
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I spun in front of my mother for her approval. The dress was a powdery blue with a little ribbon that was a shade of blue darker going around my stomach, tied at the back in a bow. The dress was just short of my kneecaps, so you could see the scar going down my knee from when I fell off my bike when I was six. I'd landed straight in a pile of glass, proving that the whole parent letting go of your bicycle thing doesn't always work.
My mother noticed the scar and started fussing over it with make-up. How dare I look imperfect for an audition? The next thing to be fussed over was my hair. She brushed it out, the waves coming in around my shoulders. She pushed my bangs to the side, partially covering my left eyes. She tied a blue ribbon in my hair, too.
I took a look in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I didn't look like me at all. The last time I had dressed up that much was to visit my aunt Madison, mom's sister. And that ended with a potato fight at the table during dinner! My mother never usually fussed over me for an audition, she always told me to be myself and I always was. But, for some reason, this movie must have meant a lot to her if she was fussing that badly. I mean, she looked like an OCD maniac the way she tried to straighten every crease in me.
Amanda's P.O.V.
I stared down at my beautiful little girl. She wasn't really my little girl, anymore. Mel was growing up so fast, I was scared to blink. She didn't look like herself, but for once in her life, I didn't mind. I had always brought her up to be who she wanted to be, unlike the way my parents had raised me. But Mel had an audition for a film called 'Destiny'. She was up for the main part of the film: a sweet and innocent little girl called Destiny who gets kidnapped by some people her father owes money too. The only reason I was making a big deal out of it was because the director was the famous Jon Walker. If Mel got into one of his films it could change her life forever. When I got the call from one of the junior directors who worked with Jon, I was so excited. Mel couldn't understand what was so special about him, but I did. He was one of Hollywood's biggest directors, getting into one of his movies was like being crowded Queen of a land you'd never heard of before. This land would be called excessive fame. I know I always promised Mel to keep her a normal girl, a child with an average life. But who was I trying to kid? Mel was not a normal child. And the moment I got the call, I knew I couldn't keep up the act any longer.
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"How did you do?" I asked as soon as Mel came skipping out of the audition room, a smile plastered on her face. She looked very pleased with herself and I knew she had tried the best she could have. She always did.
"It was alright." She shrugged, waking off down the corridor without me. I trailed after her, wanting-needing to know more.
"Alright?" I asked. "It must have been better than alright. What did Mr. Thompson say to you?"
"He said I looked pretty and that I reminded him of an old friend and that I was perfect for the part of Destiny." Mel smiled up at me as she said the last part. Of course she had aced the audition, why else would they have been the ones to contact us? She was perfect for the part.
I wrapped my arms around her, picking her up off the floor and spinning in circles. If it had been as good as Mel said it had been, then I had nothing to worry about. I had full confidence in my daughter. She was definitely one of the best actresses out there. Though, I guess that is a biased opinion.
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I watched in awe as everyone rushed around the studio building. I hadn't felt as happy as I did since before Mel was born. She was clinging to my hand, just as scared as I was. My little girl had made it into the movie, I couldn't be more excited. We were on our way to see the big man himself; I could hardly contain my excitement. I felt like a child at Christmas.
The studio was massive; I had no idea where to go. It smelt like sweat and many crew members just walked straight past us, trying to get their job done. It was the first time me and Mel had been inside a studio like that one, usually her movies were filmed on location. But this one was different. Jon Walker was known best for filming in a lot and making it look like a location. So, Mel and I walked down endless corridors, not knowing where we were going, but following the instructions that were printed on the walls carefully. We managed to find ourselves in the dressing room part of the studio. We walked past many big names celebrity names. I read each one as we passed; Zac Efron, Johnny Depp, Drew Barrymore, Lindsay Lohan. There was a lot. But, it was the very last one that caught my eye. I tried to read it, but Mel pulled me with all her force, making my eyes shake and my vision switch to in front of me before I could.
Mel released her grip and started running towards a man not too far from where we were. He was tall with broad shoulders and definitely a well build posture. He had his back to us, so I didn't see his face, but I could almost tell that he was smiling as he watched everyone around him doing their jobs. Mel, not as scared of meeting the director as I was, walked straight over there and introduced herself.
"Mel Ross, reporting for duty, sir." She said, saluting, and then holding her hand out to him. Instead of accepting it, he knelt down to her level and opened his arms to her.
"I don't believe in hand-shakes." I heard his whisper to my daughter. She shyly hugged him, looking over her shoulder and winking at me. I rolled my eyes at her, but laughed at the same time. She really was a character, someone who could brighten anyone's day no matter how bad it had been.
The two broke apart and he turned to look at me for the first time. Shock washed over my entire body as I instantly recognized his face, practically freezing up on the spot as crowds of memories flooded back to my mind.
Mel's P.O.V.
"Amanda?" The director said, giving my mother a look up and down. I narrowed my eyes on the space between the two of them, already growing suspicious.
"JON!" She cried, literally jumping into his arms with enthusiasm. I was left on the side lines, totally confused and feeling left out. I coughed to let them know I was still there. It worked; mom moved away from Jon Walker and looked down at the floor. Her face was starting to flush as she wiped a piece of hair behind her ear. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I heard the man ask my mom.
"This," she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in front of her. I smiled up at the man, still trying to make a good impression. "Is my daughter, Melissa."
"D-Daughter?" Jon stuttered. Clearly he had no idea and couldn't see it initially. That wasn't a surprise, mom was young and we didn't look anything alike, either. I always guessed I took after the grandparent my mother didn't. As I had never met either of my grandparents, all it was, was a guess.
"Shocker, I know." She breathed out, clearing her throat. It wasn't an uncomfortable conversation and I was still totally confused. But maybe speaking up wasn't the best of ideas. Of course, I still went ahead and did it;
"Can we get back down to business?" I asked; hand on my hip, raising and eyebrow at the two adults. They were acting too unprofessional for my liking.
"Um...Mel, why don't you go take a walk around the studio so you get to know you're way around?" The director asked, "So me and mommy can talk." I hate it when adults say mommy when they're talking about your mother. It's annoying.
However, I just said, "Okay." And skipped off to start my latest adventure.
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