A Collaboration between Bron and Suzie
Wentworth Holloway glanced at
the three piles of manuscripts that had been dropped on his
desk. He was now part owner in the agency and the work seemed
to back up faster than he could get it done. He relied heavily
on his assistant James who would read the material first. This
week’s top picks were in the first pile, the mediocre ones were
in the second pile, the last piles was lovingly referred to
as ‘fuel for the fireplace’.
Grabbing the top manuscript from
pile number one, he read the synopsis. “Great another reality
show.” Wentworth shuffled the script to pile number three.
Pulling the next one, he again
read the synopsis, “Some potential,” he mumbled and set it on
the floor next to his desk. That particular story would get
an entire read from him. For the next two hours he shuffled
through stack number one. Sifting through stack number two,
three more were set aside. When he reached the bottom script
of stack number two, he thought the outline seemed plausible
so he flipped to page one
Reading the script well into the
afternoon, he made a few notes. The material is just like all
the rest from pile number two, nothing fantastic. The work
is good but could be better. However, he sees a similarity
between this and some clients that a new manager of his had
just picked up. As far as he could tell, the script, with a
little doctoring and cleaning up of the plot, would make a great
vehicle for the new clients. Writing some instructions for
James to send this manuscript on to Gene Mullen for him to take
a look at, along with his notes. Wentworth went back to pile
A week later Gene Mullen unwound
the string on the interoffice envelope that had been attached
to the manuscript a week later. The note was from Wentworth
Holloway, Gene noted the signature and slid the note from its
wrapper. Sitting down, he began to read Wentworth’s notes.
Slipping the manuscript from the envelope, he began to read.
After evaluating the notes again and the manuscript twice, he
leaned back in his chair and gazed out the office window. He
had some decisions to make.
The memo also said that his new
clients might be interested in this project. They would need
to find their own financing, a director, and clean up some of
the writing and plot. The agency was not going to provide a
director for this project, it was too risky.
Gene’s first impression was the
same as Wentworth’s; it needed to be cleaned up. The potential
was there. They would have to find their own financing and
director. This would be a mediocre “A” release but could be
a cult hit among his client‘s fan base. A spectacular “B” movie
for first timers would be a start. Sitting back in his chair,
he grabbed a tablet and began to take notes. After taking his
notes, he would call them in for a meeting to show them the
script. Making a list of needs for his clients, he began to
get to work. The first thing he needed to do was get in contact
with the authors and get them to sign a contract. Looking at
their names, he saw a similarity between the names and something
he had seen earlier in the day. Turning to his computer, he
clicked his history icon in his web browser. He had pulled
the story from his history and read it again. “I’ll be damned,
no wonder this is perfect for them, it is them. It isn’t exactly
the same, but it’s damn close. How am I going to get this to
fly with my clients?”
Gene was a new agent; he needed
to take risks in order to get started. Of course signing the
singing group to contracts for film and television projects
probably wasn’t the best idea he had but it did get him in the
door at the Goldstein Agency. He didn’t know if they could
act. They had done some acting but not much.
Gene wanted to approach his clients
with this project but he wasn’t sure if his clients were aware
of fan fiction. Some of the caliber of talent amazed him; some
of it horrified him.
Gene called his clients and set
up a meeting for the next day. Nervously, he paced inside the
conference room as he waited for them to finish reading what
they had been given. Gene had yet to tell them where the manuscript
had come from.
“Where did you get this? It’s
like it was written for us?” Kevin sat in the chair with one
arm propping his head up while his other hand turned the pages.
“Well Kevin in a way it was…”
Gene loosened his tie; it was time. “Have you ever heard of
“No way, we are not doing anything
associated with that,” Brian squawked loudly as he closed the
neatly bound writings.
A.J. moved his head back slightly
and then cracked his neck, “Why not? It’s our first film.
It’s probably the only shot anyone is going to give us. Whoever
wrote this, knows us better than we do.”
Nick laughed as he kept reading,
“I’ll say… Damn, even my arrest is in here.”
A long sigh was heard from Kevin
as he sat back and watched. “What about a director?” He had
doubts; oh boy did he have doubts. They could be laughed off
the planet for this one.
Howie seemed to appreciate the new twist on his persona,
Gene didn’t have as many answers
as he would have liked to of had for them, but he had only had
the script since yesterday. From the beginning, Gene knew this
would be a hard sell and the group would be on their own. They
would have to drum up all of the financing, among other things.
“Well gentlemen, if you were a lot hotter than what you are
now, we might not have a problem.” Gene was beginning to sweat.
Rolling up his shirtsleeves, he placed his palms down on the
table. He looked directly at Kevin and Howie, who sat next
to each other; these two were the wheeler and dealers of the
group. “Any suggestions?”
Howie began to grin along with
Nick. Kevin waited to see what A.J. and Brian wanted to do.
A.J. nodded yes, Brian a no.
Kevin picked fictitious lint off
the sleeve of his shirt as he spoke. “Ah, financing won’t be
a problem. We have a production company that funds miscellaneous
projects here and there, mainly our own. It’s a dummy corporation.
I can’t think of a better way to finance our first project then
for us to do it ourselves, anonymously of course.”
Nick laughs, “I’m a surfer dude.
Do I get to learn how to surf?”
Four heads turned towards Nick
and they all rolled their eyes.
Kevin coughed, “Yeah Nick, and
if you had that much sex in real life you wouldn’t get anything
else done. This needs some work. We need to refine this.”
Kevin grabbed a pencil and began to make his own notes.
Gene could see the deal being
closed in his head as soon as he had the writers’ signatures.
"I thought about that. I say we cut costs and hire the
Kevin closed his eyes as his mind
spiraled, first fan fiction, now he wants the authors’, who
most likely do not know diddly about how to fix a script. “It’s
bad enough that we are doing fan fic for our first movie as
non-Backstreet. We are paying for the production and the director.
Now you want to hire the authors?”
“Saves money?” A.J. snickered.
Kevin hated fan fic and he was just reveling at the fact that
the group was going to do the project. A.J. liked writing and
even had tried his own hand at it once or twice. “We all know
how cheap you are Kevin.”
“I’m not cheap! I’m frugal!”
Kevin’s eyebrows arched as fast as his frown appeared. “Why
ya always saying that about me?”
The four other men laughed. Brian
smirked, “Do you own another suit besides the brown one?”
“It’s tan!” Dropping his head
in defeat, Kevin then raised it. “Fine. We’ll hire the authors,
even if I do think it’s a bad idea. But… But… Our company,
‘A Production Co., Incorporated.’ finances and signs the contracts
with these two. I don’t want them to know that it us they are
dealing with until they sign their no-blab clause. The last
damn thing I want is anything posted on the Internet that these
two fan fic writers, who write about us, are working for us!”
Kevin grabbed the script and walked out of the room.
Gene stood and waited for the
others to make their comments. As long as he could get the
writer’s signed, the deal was a go.
“This is not a good idea, you’re
just encouraging people to write more.” Brian’s lips turned
A.J. laughed, “Awww don’t worry
Brian. You’re not a friend or a brother in this one. You even
get to have sex.”
“Yeah, with your wife even,” Nick
laughed the loudest. He shut up when Brian hit him with the
Gene was in his glory as they
left. After they had emptied out of the conference room, he
set about getting the paperwork and meeting scheduled with the
writers. Gene had the necessary documents couriered to the
“When do you go on break?” Sheridan
asked Angelina as she hopped up to sit down on the stool at
Angelina looked at her quizzically,
then the clock, which read 3 PM, and then back at Sheridan.
“Well, hello to you too! What are you doing here? It’s three
o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Well, I went home to check out
our mailbox since I was running some forms across town for signatures,
and you’ll never guess what Patrick had for us?” Sheridan practically
It had been three weeks since the girls had received the
signed receipt notice from the agent that Sheridan had mailed
the manuscript to.
“Oh shit, what bill came unexpectedly
this week?” Angelina groaned as she began mixing a cosmopolitan
for one of her customers.
“It’s not a bill” Sheridan replied
smiling like a cheshire cat. Holding up the envelope that Patrick
had given her, she carefully pulled out the letter and handed
it to Angelina.
Wiping her hands on a bar rag
she took it. Angelina gently opened it up and began reading
it. Sheridan could read her eyes as she scanned the letter
a second, then a third time.
“So, can you get off work on Friday
to make this meeting?” Sheridan questioned Angelina breaking
her concentration with the letter. Angelina’s eyes were widening
as she tried to speak, “Oh my God… they liked it… enough to
want to meet us? Oh my God…” The rest of her words were lost
as Angelina bounced into the backroom to talk to her Manager.
“I’ll get Friday off or quit,” she turned her head over her
shoulder and called back to her roommate.
Angelina’s workers knew of her
dreams. Her shift wouldn’t be too hard to cover. Besides,
many of the waitresses, waiters, and hostesses were only working
at the restaurant while they waited for their big break into
Hollywood too. Many who worked there wanted to be an actor,
actress, comedian, or musician. Occasionally, they would need
to switch shifts with someone to go to an audition. In desperation,
Angelina had covered for one of her waitress friends, Kimberly,
on a Thursday night. Later that evening, Angelina fell asleep
in the bathtub; she was so exhausted from doing a double shift
With a huge smile on her face,
Angelina returned from the backroom, “I’m all set for Friday.”
She gasped as she thought out loud, “Oh no, what am I going
to wear?” As she began questioning Sheridan, she was wiping
down the bar as if her life depended upon it.
Whenever Angelina was excited
or nervous, she liked to clean. “What do you plan on wearing?
I wonder what the weather will be like on Friday. What time
do you think we should plan on leaving the apartment to get
there on time?”
Sheridan was laughing at her friend,
“Will you relax! We have a few days to figure this out. I’ll
see you at home and we’ll talk then.” With that, Sheridan left
the restaurant to return to work.
Sheridan couldn’t concentrate
on a single thing as she kept staring at the computer screen.
She should have been filling out forms for new clients but it
Tom came out of his office to
see Sheridan sitting in front of her computer doing nothing.
Sliding a folder to the side of the desk, he took a seat and
waited for her to come out of whatever fog she was in. “Hello,
Earth to Sheridan. Are you there?”
Tom watched the woman that he had been dating for the last
six months smile, and then grin, then the grin grew larger and
“Okay, what gives? You’re very
happy and you’re not going out with me tonight. You didn’t
meet another man did you?”
Sheridan shook her head from side to side.
“Hmm,” he scratched his chin.
“Angel is okay, nothing going on with her?”
Again, Sheridan shook her head no.
Clapping his hands together he sighed, “This conversation
would be easier if you would say something or do something.”
Sheridan flew out of the chair,
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She sought
out the contact but Tom was pulling away and pushing her hands
off of him. “Chill, we’re at work. Damn, you’re happy.”
Sitting down with an even larger
smile she nodded, “We sold the script.” Sheridan chewed her
bottom lip as she waited for Tom’s reaction. For years he had
been in Hollywood and hired person after person to do the job
that she was doing. Only two out of the hundred or so who sat
at her desk had actually made it. Tom would complain to Sheridan
that nobody was ever happy in Hollywood being just a "nobody".
A deep sigh escaped him and he
watched Sheridan frown. Then he smiled brightly and embraced
her. “I knew you could do it babe. I knew it. You have the
drive and one of the best partners you could have.” Tom swayed
her in his arms as he stroked her hair. Telling her this was
the right thing, even if it was a slight lie. But, he had been
telling Sheridan lies for some time now, not many, just a few
that shouldn’t be between a couple.
Going around the desk, he pulled a chair closer to her
desk, “So, give me the scoop.”
Sheridan rambled at ninety miles
an hour. From what he could gather they had a meeting on Friday
with an agent to sign some contracts. Sheridan handed Tom the
paperwork for him to look over. Silently, she waited as he
reviewed the preliminary contract.
Tom read and read as he bounced
a pencil off his leg. The things that he was seeing he couldn’t
believe. Not only had the women sold their manuscript, they
had been hired to stay on as consultants for turning the project
into a movie. “A movie deal?” he questioned her, this was unheard
“It’s low budget,” Sheridan was
neither stupid or naïve. She read between the lines, this project
didn't have a director or financing lined up before they had
even approached them about buying the rights to the manuscript.
However, a mandatory signing meeting with just the authors is
what the agent had adamantly insisted upon first. After all
the paperwork was signed, they would meet the principals involved
in the financing, the director, and even the cast.
Tom read further down the three
page letter, “They have parts cast already. What if you don’t
like who is playing the parts?”
“Tom, I really don’t think that
is our call. We do retain credit for writing the manuscript
and the script. Let’s face it, that is rare. I just want to
add it to my resume.”
“You better care. If this flops,
your names will be all over it.” Tom could see that this was
a lifetime opportunity for Sheridan and Angelina but they had
to think with their heads and not stars in their eyes. When
Sheridan’s face scrunched up, he knew he had leveled off her
feelings somewhat. “How about I come over tonight and we talk
about this, the three of us?”
“I don’t care but Angelina might,”
Sheridan fussed around with the things on her desk. Tom had
busted her bubble.
“Angel will recover. She’ll find
a boy toy, get laid, and go to work tomorrow as if nothing happened,
if she is that pissed at me”
“You’re so crude.” Sheridan flicked
her monitor off and slammed the desk drawer shut. She paused
as she stood at the door. Tom had been in this town forever,
he was born here and he knew how things worked. “Be there at
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