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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN-10: 1523920734
Type: Fiction
Pages: 342
Copyright: 2015
ISBN-13: 9781523920730
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
The book concerns the lives of two very different sisters.
Jessica Dean, an airman in the Air Force, dies young in a car crash, but a journal reveals much of her short but rich life. Her half sister, Gerry, is a biker outlaw, but finds her own salvation. The story of the two very different yet very close sisters becomes a screenplay through the work of Mickey Gilmore, a writer friend of the Dean family.
Excerpt
The Parties
The week of the Prime Time Emmy Awards had many parties, including the Governor’s Ball, and there were post Emmy Awards parties, as well. It gave major consumer brands and caterers a chance to stage lavish events. Many celebrity chefs and organizers made a career out of these nights, with parks turned into fake jungles studded with towering palms and lawns holding cruising celebrities watching an orchestra on a revolving stage. In addition to the Emmy nominees, movie stars, celebrity writers and relatively unknown actors thronged these major events and parties hoping to be seen and collect free gift bags. Professional beauty experts anxious for publicity provided make-up, touch ups and massages. It was not hard to find a beautiful starlet looking for a connection to the movie and television business. For many, existence without fame was inauthentic.
Peter, a successful actor and nominee for voice over narration, attended a pre Emmy Award night fundraiser for the nonprofit Motion Picture & Television Fund. It was held in Century City on the Creative Artists Agency plaza. Some major celebrities occasionally joined the Emmy Nominees, despite the fund raiser being a lower key event. As Peter walked across the plaza, he noticed one guest different from the usual young attendees. Sitting at the outdoor bar, the man had streaks of gray in his hair and drank from a bottle of tonic water.
“Hello,” Peter said. “I am—”
“I know who you are,” the man said. “You have a unique voice, Peter.”
“I was born with it. So you are a nominee?”
“Yes. I am.”
“Writer, producer or director?”
The man smiled and sipped his tonic. “Why not actor?”
“I believe I know all the actor nominees,” Peter said.
“I’m nominated for a screenplay.” The writer gave the title. “It’s about the fucked-up human condition.”
“I heard good things about the film,” Peter said. “Congratulations.”
“I should be happy, I guess. I had to write a lot of flashbacks since my major character is dead in the first scene. Not very commercial, I’m afraid.”
“It got nominated—and that will increase viewership.”
They sat at the bar watching famous and not so famous faces passing from group to group gathered on the roped-in plaza. A table loaded with pink cupcakes and mineral water sat in the middle of the plaza. A waiter patrolled the grounds with a tray holding glasses of champagne. The screenwriter’s eyes searched the crowd.
“Are you waiting for someone?”
“There is one person I’d like to see again, Peter, but maybe it’s better if she doesn’t show. It’s a long sad story.”
“I understand,” Peter said. “I guess I can look you up, but I didn’t get your name.”
At that moment, the nominee’s cell phone rang and he snapped it open. After a beat, he smiled and said: “My dear old friend—hello.”
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