Tiffany Chase pushed back her bleached blonde curls. She smiled for the paparazzi who called out her name. Behind the brilliant movie-star brights tooth smile she was cringing. She knew the movie was a dog. She knew it would have been better if it had gone straight to DVD. Better yet, maybe it could have been "lost" down a black hole and entirely forgotten about.
She had made 4 movies back to back. One, a small budget indy, was getting rave reviews at film festivals. Her part was a featured role and she had played it well. She smiled when she thought of her acting. Too bad "Small Town Neon" wasn't playing instead of the dog she would suffer sitting through. She could have rejected the part but she had wanted out of her contract and she had one more movie to make. So she had made "Ricky Perkins 35th Girlfriend."
"Tiffany! Tiffany!" The crowds yelled out her name as she walked down the red carpet. She wore her signature color --- Tiffany pink. It had a sheen of "Tiffany silver " to it --- a color that did not flatter her olive skin tone or hazel-brown eyes. But a stylist ( long since fired ) had named the color and the studio had commissioned a no name designer to make her the strapless satin and tulle Tiffany pink" gown. The day after the premiere gauche teenagers around the country would be able to buy 99 dollar knockoffs of the frightening frock at their local department stores. She shuddered at the thought of those color challenged adolescents.
Tiffany entered the theater; her leading man was already in the lobby. Together they gave interviews ( lies about how excited they were to be in the movie ), how it was a classic romantic comedy ( big lie ). The cast and those who were there for the premiere sat in their seats as the lights dimmed.
It was even worse than cast, crew and the director had feared. The writer-producer, a narcissistic twit who was the nephew of the third wife of a once famous producer, beamed. This movie was his "baby" and he saw only what his deluded mind wanted him to see. Everyone else cringed.
After the viewing everyone left hastily by the rear exit. The members of the pressed had been barred from the screening. Word of mouth would tell the public how wretched the movie was once it hit the theaters. No one left by the front entrance of the theater; no one that is, except the writer-producer. He walked out of the theater with his sycophants and entourage. Most of the crowd, and all of the paparazzi, had dissipated. In the night air the wind blew bits of debris to the deserted neon.
Tiffany Chase pushed back her bleached blonde curls. She smiled for the paparazzi who called out her name. Behind the brilliant movie star brights tooth smile she was cringing. Tiffany was cringing because this was the 93rd time she had walked down the red carpet to see the premiere of this train wreck disaster of a movie.
Along with other members of cast and crew she had beat a hasty exit from a horrible experience. She KNEW she was a better actor than what she had portrayed on screen. That indy film getting accolades from the press and her peers had proved that. She hoped the indy flick, as well as the Big Budget Action comic book character movie ( large role, gritty character, mild Felix buzz ) could help her live this role down.
"Tiffany! Tiffany!" The crowds yelled out her name as she walked down the red carpet. Tiffany entered the theater.
She repeated the loop around and around it goes and when it ends --- when the hell would it ever end? The hapless cast and crew sat down in their seats and watched "Ricky Perkins 35th Girlfriend" again. They exited the theater --- again. They then walked down the alley and made their way to waiting limousines who drove them around the block and back to the front of the theater ---.
Tiffany Chase pushed back her bleached blonde curls. She smiled for the paparazzi who called out her name. Behind the brilliant movie star brights tooth smile she was cringing.
She knew the movie was a dog...
finis
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