A Movie Starlet
"What're we going to do?"
Milton Warrington, movie director extroardinaire clutched at his thinning
hair, his expression one of shock and horror. "Injured? But how? Why?
When did this happen?"
"This morning, so I heard." Judith, the director's assistant told her,
a frown on her own face as she surveyed the letter. "She came off her
horse, cracked a leg and three ribs."
"But who's going to be my star? Who can I get at such short notice?
We start filming in a week!" Milton was getting more and more agitated by
the moment and Judith rolled her eyes, despairing of her superior's artistic
temperament. "What are we going to do?"
"There must be someone else, surely?" The assistant moved over to the
computer, bringing up the list of actresses with a frown. "Wasn't there
anyone in audition who could play the part?"
"None who were right." Milton fretted. "It's hopeless, we'll have to
cancel the whole project!"
"Mr Warrington, a lot of money has been put into this project." Judith
said patiently, her mouse cursor hovering over a name on the list. "What
"Louisa Fitzgerald? Too tall."
"Too tall?" Judith echoed. "Well...how about Sarita Barnaby...she has
a nice voice."
"Her look is all wrong." The director gestured impatiently.
"Hasn't the voice to cope with the singing."
"Well, she has everything else. Couldn't you cast her and dub someone
else's voice in later?"
"Judith, I do not dub fake voices in my films!" Milton exclaimed,
evidently insulted. "If it's not real it's not worth having! The girl
doesn't make the grade!"
"Okay. Fine..." Judith swallowed her impatience, returning her gaze
to the list. "Heather McDonald?"
"Girl can't act." Milton dismissed the name with a wave of his hand.
"I told you. There is noone else...and none with a voice to begin to match
Emelynne's. Dammit, this had to happen now!"
He dropped down in his chair, reaching idly for the television handset
and flicking it on, skipping idly through the channels. "I suppose you'd
better get in touch with the backers, let them know the film is off. It's
a damn shame, too. I know it'd be a box office smash."
"Fine." Judith sighed, reaching for the phone. "If that's how you feel."
"It is." Milton nodded. "I...Wait! Hold everything! Hold the phone!
Who is she?"
Judith's brow creased in confusion, coming to join him in front of
the television set. She had never approved of her boss's habit of turning
on the set whenever an argument or a situation went against him. He'd
pretend he was looking for new talent, or proofing his latest production,
but it irked her anyway. For a man of his ability, she mused, he watched
a lot of cartoons.
"Who do you mean?" She asked him now, squinting at the screen through
her red-rimmed glasses.
"Her! Are you blind, woman? The singer! She's perfect!"
"Mr Harrington, she's a singer...not an actress." Judith said patiently.
"I know you're desperate, but..."
"I can see talent when it stares me in the face!" Milton interrupted
her excitedly. "I've been in this business a long time, don't forget!
And don't you see how perfect this is? It's fate, Judith! Fate, that's what
it is! My brilliant masterpiece about the highs and lows of music in Los
Angeles - and suddenly there she is, like an angel out of the very world
I'm trying to portray! I must have her! Who is she?"
"The group is Jewel." She said, resigned. "But I couldn't tell you
the name of the singer in particular."
"Well, find it out, damn you! Get in touch with her recording company!
Get her here! I must hear her sing live in my office!" Milton's mood had
lifted as quickly as it had dropped. "She might just be my salvation!
She has everything - the right appearance, build, height, smile...and
that voice...dare I say better than Emelynne's?"
"You really want to bring a rock singer into your film?" Judith evidently
did not approve.
"Don't question me." Milton ordered. "I know a prospect when I see
it - just find out everything you can about this girl. I must have her!"