Brenda Janowitz Hollywood Punch (retail) (epub)

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.Sometimes it’s a real curse to be so darned irresistible.“Is the point of this dinner to ask me if you can make a movie about me?” I ask.“Because, you can’t.I mean, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do that.” After all, I know my rights.And the second I get home, I will log onto my computer to find out just exactly what they are.“I don’t have to ask your permission to write a movie about you,” Trip says.“Remember, I went to law school, too, and so I know that I don’t have to ask your permission for this.You’re not famous.”Thank you, Trip, for reminding me of that very, very obvious fact.“Well, how do you know I won’t sue you?” I ask.“You’re not going to sue me,” he says, laughing at the mere thought of it, “but anyway, even if you do, the studio has a team of lawyers.”“Well, that’s good to know,” I say.“Because it sounds like you could have a lawsuit or two on your hands.”“Well, I thank you for your concern, Brooke,” Trip says.“But what I’d really love to do is to interview you.Get some more background information for the script.Whaddya say? For old times sake?”“Um,” I eek out.“No, thank you.”And really, I don’t want to do it.And it’s not just because Trip is my ex-boyfriend.And it’s not just because Trip doesn’t know the whole story behind my attendance at his wedding.Actually, those are pretty good reasons in of themselves, aren’t they? Yes, they definitely are….But, more importantly, it’s because he’s writing a movie about my life.And not about the good parts, either.I’m sure he doesn’t have a scene about all of the charity work I do here in the city.Well, okay, fine, I don’t have a ton of time for charity since I work fourteen hour days regularly, but I do attend my fair share of Black Tie charity events, so that should count.Or, say, he could write a scene about the time I helped that blind lady cross Lexington that day at lunch.That would be nice.But, I just know that that’s not the kind of movie he’ll be writing.No, he’s going to be writing a movie about a sad single girl in New York City.Instead of scenes that showcase her fabulousness, he’ll be writing scenes where she obsesses endlessly about going to her ex-boyfriend’s wedding.Instead of scenes that show how hard she works at her big-time law firm, there will be scenes where she does silly thing after silly thing in a fruitless attempt to keep her dignity ever so slightly intact, and instead ends up looking like a fool.No, thank you!And, also, when I think about what I spent this evening on hair and make-up alone, I just cannot afford having to see Trip on a day to day basis.Case closed.I don’t really know what’s said for the rest of the dinner.It barely registers who paid the bill or if we even paid the bill at all.I’m in a daze for the rest of the time and all I can think is: my ex-boyfriend is making a movie about me.Jack shuttles me into a cab and I open the window to get a gust of cool air as we head uptown.“So,” Jack says, turning to face me, “do you think they’ll offer me a part?”Chapter Three“Wow,” my best friend Vanessa says.“I know.”“Wow.”“I know,” I repeat.“Wow.”“Okay, you’re going to need to say something other than ‘wow.’”“I can’t think of anything else to say,” she says, and sinks into her chair.We’re at Bernard’s Gourmet on Third Avenue for lunch.I needed to convene a special counsel to discuss the fact that my ex-boyfriend is making a movie about my life.And that it’s starring his gorgeous movie star wife.You’d really think that a big-time Hollywood agent and his movie star wife would have better things to do with their time than to ruin my life.But, no.“Maybe I should be flattered,” I say, taking a bite of my Cobb salad.“I mean, clearly, my life is so interesting that Trip thinks the entire movie-going public of America wants to know about it.”“Don’t forget Europe,” Vanessa says, her gorgeous mocha skin looking pristine, despite the heat outside.“American movies play overseas, too.” She takes a bite out of her hamburger and I silently curse her for the fact that she can eat whatever she wants and I gain weight if I even look at a hamburger.Maybe this is owing to the fact that she’s five foot eight, and a marathon runner who religiously runs 6 miles a day, but still.And more important than the fact that she’s thin, she’s so gorgeous that if her ex-boyfriend made a movie about her life, they’d probably be asking her if she’d consider playing herself.Yes, Vanessa is tall and gorgeous and thin.I have no idea why I’m friends with her.“And Asia,” she adds.“Don’t forget about Asia.”“Okay, I won’t.So, my ex-boyfriend is making a movie out of the single most humiliating moment of my life.” I say.“No big deal, right? I’m sure that this is the sort of thing that happens to lots of women out there every day.”“I’m sure it happens all the time,” she says.I can tell she’s lying by the way she self-consciously smoothes her hand over her short hair, but I don’t care.It still makes me feel better.“And being friendly with an ex really isn’t that big of a deal, is it?” I ask, taking a bite of my salad, only allowing myself the tiniest bit of dressing.I mean, so what?”“So what, indeed,” she says and dips one of her French fries into the ketchup.“I mean, so what if my ex decides to take the most embarrassing moment of my life and turn it into a major motion picture starring his new wife?” I say, taking another bite of salad, this time abandoning the dressing altogether.“And, so what if said new wife has to gain twenty pounds just to play me? I mean, so what?”“So what!” Vanessa says, slamming her fist down on the table, and I can practically hear a choir rising up in the background [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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