GOOD MORNING NEW YORK !?

[dayna]

fake a smile avoid disaster

[/color]
OPEN ! • FIVE SEVENTY • BUBBLEWRAPMYHEART • BLINK 182 • OUTFIT[/font]

-----------------------------------------------------[/center]

Next month was when Juliette would start a new project. She had been out of the acting ring for a few months now. She had managed to pull herself back in with a role in a movie, and for the first time it was not an independent film. She was proud of herself for landing the role. But in Hollywood Land, acting skills are not what always get you the part. That was why she had always been a part of Indie films. The director was usually the writer, and writers are always critical about which person plays what character. They could run auditions for months before finding somebody they feel confident casting. Juliette loved that about independent film makers/writers. She found a passion in acting through high school theatre. Her drama teacher cast the good actors first, and left the small parts to everybody else. Originally Jules wanted to become a Broadway star and do musical theatre for the rest of her life. She wanted auditioning to be her temporary job, and when it started becoming permanent, she realized she needed to branch out and try something else.

The role was for a romantic comedy. Which would do decent at the box office. Her role was considered minor, as she was the best friend of the main character, played by well known A-list actress Blake Bailey. When Jules thought of the movie, and the characters two movies came to mind. The plot was a lot like ‘The Proposal’, but the characters were more like ‘Failure to Launch’. Blake Bailey was Sarah Jessica Parker, and Jules was Zooey Deschanel. Which Jules did not mind, because Zooey Deschanel was always interesting to watch. It was nerve raking though. With this movie came a lot of firsts. First high dollar set, first red carpet! They were even filming in New York City. Jules lived in New York City. Everything was so convenient. As Jules wondered how her life would be a month or so from now, she walked her dog. Coco was her small Yorkshire Terrier she adopted from one of the many animal shelters in New York. She had been use to living with her family, and needed a companion to come home to after a long day of auditioning.

It about ten o’clock in the morning, that was when Jules found it best to walk her dog. Any time before ten and anytime after noon was chaos. New Yorkers were usually on their commute to work between seven and eight, and at nine o’clock was when everybody else started heading to breakfast. At noon was when workers got off on their lunch break, and when every other broke New Yorker or house wife decided they wanted to wake up and roam the streets or shop. After three short years, Jules knew her New York City well. Central Park was her destination. She walked her dog, getting some exercise in. Jules had never really been one for exercise. Coco made a few friends with the other dogs while she sipped on her coffee. Not Starbucks, for the record. Most of people Jules knew were people that she had worked on movies with. She had made a few friends, at parties and such, but most of her friends were in Canada. Sometimes she wished somebody would just show up at the park and just converse with her. Somebody that wasn’t totally creepy.

[/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[evan]

look at the stars beneath my feet ,
I REMEMBER THE RIGHTS THAT I DID WRONG, SO HERE I GO.

It was a day just like any other for Alijah Todd, she had been doing auditions for the last couple of weeks, and so far she had no call backs, she was a struggling actress, who had only one liners in small time movies, but she was hungry for more. As far as she was concerned, she was a big thing and everyone else should notice that too. She had was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, as a young preachers daughter, ha, in the city of sin. Her parents thought she was the spawn of satin because she didn't believe in the power of the lord. She liked to think that she had a mind of her own and she had the right decide if she wanted to throw her away her life praying to a empty sky.

She wasn't that naive, in high school, most of her days had been spent lying to her parents, sneaking out of her house and getting drunk and high behind some city building. Now that she was older, she was more into the pot and less on the alcohol, she liked her life to be in control and it seemed like the weed helped her function on her daily life. She was a spaz and a complete mess otherwise, she would know, she tried to quit more than once, because of the lack of funds, however; she could never keep friends when she wasn't constantly medicating herself.

She had been living in LA for the last year, starving to death, choosing weed over food any day, so she wouldn't frigthen anyone that might actually sign her on to be in their movie. And while many big time movies were in LA it seemed like she had more of a chance to get picked to star in New York so she pushed her luck, but her will power was getting to dangerious low and she was ready to explode, she was tired of hering, "your not really what.. we're looking for." What did that mean anyway?

She had talent, no crap, she had spent most of her life lying out of crap, she had trouble trying to decide what was real or made up in her memories, it was hard to tell. So when it came to scripts she could convince herself of things, and the directors usually seem interested, but her name wasn't a big or in lights and thats what they were looking for to sell their movies. It was a damn shame.

Her hair was in a lose pony tail and she was in form fitting jeans, she sat down on a bench, allowing herself to just drop upon it, crossing her legs she wondered if New York had been a good idea at all. She'd have to tell her parents that someone robbed her, so they'd wire her some money to come back to Vegas. Her eyes scanned the crowd of singles, leash in hand, she bit her lip, wishing she had a dog, she was allergic.

screaming at the top of my voice ,
DON'T BUY PROMISES CUZ THERE ARE NO PROMISES I KEEP.
tag; jules, daynawords; 504 wearing; undecided. credits; template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to
"same mistake" by james blunt notes; pathetic excuse for a post, but i'm trying to get
my muse for alijah back, so bare with me.