INT. HOLLY’S APARTMENT. DAY.
The elevator door slid open. Pushing aside the metal grate in front Holly stepped out into the small, studio apartment. Instantly a wave of heat hit her.
“Amy!” Holly unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and threw it onto a side table along with her purse as she made her way towards the kitchen area.
Amy was bent over an extremely expensive stove. The kitchen was the only room in the entire flat where money had been spent. Amy had insisted.
Amy was now pulling a cookie sheet out of the oven. She waved towards a rack already full of them. “Cookie?” That was often Amy’s version of hello.
“No thanks, I have dinner plans tonight,” said Holly, taking a seat on one of the bar stools they kept near the counter. She beamed.
Amy grabbed a server and started transferring the hot cookies onto the rack. “Dinner plans? With who?”
Amy glanced up and noticed Holly grinned. She instantly put down the cookie sheet. “It went well!” she exclaimed coming over to Holly. “I can tell! You got the part!”
“Nothing definite yet,” Holly explained quickly. “But it did go well. They all seemed to like me.”
“And this producer?”
“Yes. He really seemed to like me. He said he wants to have dinner tonight so we can talk about my career.”
“Talk about you’re career?” Amy frowned. “Holly I-…” She shook her head and turned back to her cookie sheet. “What’s he like?” she asked after a pause.
“I don’t know. Old? Looks a bit like my grandfather? He seems really nice.”
“And he just wants to talk about your career? Over dinner?” Amy glanced up.
Holly cleared he throat and jumped down from the bar stool. “Yes,” she said firmly. “That’s it. He said he might have some roles for me.”
“Holly maybe you should-”
“I think I’m going to go take a shower. Call me if the phone rings.” Holly grabbed a cookie and beat a hasty retreat.
She hurried across to the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind her. She suspected she knew what Amy had been going to say. But Amy was wrong. She hadn’t met Victor McCall. He was a nice man. End of story.
Amy had been her roommate since Holly had come out to LA. Her aunt and uncle went to church with Holly’s father. The three had arranged the whole thing about a day after Holly had announced her plans for moving.
Amy spent most of her time baking. She loved to bake. Her one great dream was to some day open a bakery. In the meantime she worked as a receptionist in a dentist’s office, trying to save up money. The dentist had agreed to let her have a small table with cookies, cupcakes and other small baked goods for sale in one corner of the waiting room. He agreed after Amy had pointed out it would be good for his business.
As Holly got out of the shower twenty minutes later and ran the blow dryer through her hair, she absent mindedly let her thoughts drift back to the audition. It had to work out, she told herself. Everyone had been so positive after she’d finished. And this was a big deal. Major studio was behind this film, it was a period piece, there’d be filming on location, she knew at least two big names were already set to star…it had to get her noticed. This was going to be the start. This had to be the role for her-
The sound of the phone ringing brought her out of her day dream. She pulled her bathrobe off the door hook and pulled it on just as she heard Amy calling her name.
She hurried out of the bathroom and took the phone from Amy.
“Holly Woods speaking.”
“Miss. Woods? This is Victor McCall.”
“Hello. It’s good to hear from you.”
“Just calling to confirm the plans tonight. I was thinking The Goudge Restaurant. Do you know it?”
“Ah…yes. I do,” Holly said. She frowned, slightly worried. The Goudge was expensive. She knew that. If he didn’t offer to pay for it, she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d be able to…
“Seven o’clock?” he suggested.
“Sounds good,” she said, with less hesitation this time.
“Alright. I’m going to be working late so why don’t I just meet you there?”
“Okay. I’ll see you at seven.” As she hung up Holly glanced towards Amy. “We’re going to the Goudge,” she said hesitantly.
“Really?” Amy’s face lit up. “I’ve read about that place! Wow. Okay, I’ll get you my credit card you know…just in case.”
“Amy you don’t have-”
“It’s The Goudge. How many times do you get to eat at a place like that? You want to be able to enjoy yourself.”