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Post by Fleur Fri Jan 07, 2022 11:59 pm

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Below a ceiling of four chandeliers was a great bed that stood out with its elegant white sheets, all of which engulfed a slumbering fairy like a warm cloud. It would have been a charming picture for the reader had the sleeping wonder refused the call of a friend.

“I wonder if all this is happening because I didn’t forward that email to ten people. Nevermind; in the world of show business, bad news is good news—for somebody else. Have you notified the head honcho yet?” sighed the fairy, cradling the phone to her ear.

She wiped the drool from her lips with the arm of her puffy sleeve.

Fleur’s eyes would have widened to the size of saucers if only the flesh of her eyelids weren’t so heavy. Her unflattering pale mouth of pink made up for the near lack of shock in her eyes.

“You’re yanking on my wings here. You want me to do what now? That’s like telling me to die. What if I don’t want to, huh? Just what are you going to do about it, Camila? Wait, don’t answer that. I’ve got a closet full of skeletons; I don’t need the countless blackmail.”

She let out a defeated sigh.

“Mm-hmm. Dark times. Been there, done that. Fine. I’ll spill the beans in your steed; I’ve got that nice delicate touch. Be free, coward. Hey! Hey, listen. Before we end the call today? A piece of advice for the future. Don’t burn your bridges.”  Fleur was interrupted by the fellow actress’ defensive mumbling as she dealt with the verbal blows. The patience with her was surprising.

Fleur tiredly rolled her mascara smeared eyes and clumsily pressed a palm to her forehead to soothe the rising anger from making it to her voice.

“You’re young, you’ve got a nice face, so you can bounce out of this like nothing, alright? But if you keep pulling that schtick on people, all your opportunities are going to close the door on you. Word spreads like wildfire and— no, I’m not being a Negative Nancy about this. I’m dishing out some mad wisdom here — with half a brain —- this early in the morning because you’re too much of a coward to tell him you’re quitting.” She huffed, the frustration finally making itself clear in her voice.

“Don’t gaslight me. How am I being insensitive if I’m helping you, Camila? I shouldn’t be, sure, but I am. See, if the grass is so much greener on the other side, then water your own and stop trying to set it on fire!”

The silence of a dead line signified the end of a wasted conversation, and she dropped the phone onto the mattress with a prominent frown on her lips. A long period in this bizzare vigil was eminent. Fleur lay in her bed still, unwilling and motionless; she wanted to sleep more, but she also wanted to call her back and try to resolve this the peaceful way.

Fleur was too angry and couldn’t be bothered to do so, even if it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t her fault people got their panties in a knot so easily.

“Ughhhhh!” came the stubborn cry of a mule, with thin arms stretched over her head and massive golden locks replicating a forest of dying trees twisting in every possible direction.

”All aboard the hot mess express!” she complained through her jungle of hair, rolling lazily off the bed and landing painfully on her side.

Things were already starting very badly. She only stubbed her toe on the way to the shower, got shampoo in her eyes, and the strap of her shoes sprang off.

Nothing was going right.


She had passed through the grand gate of her home, and she shared the street with other cars that were small and budget smart. That bright yellow jalopy she drove was a cover, and so was the giant blue wig that obscured the massive flaxen tresses on her head.

The sunglasses on her face were admittedly ridiculous, but because they were, no one could ever rightly guess her identity.

She didn’t consider herself very fashionable, but according to some folks she was.

Her accessories jiggled humorously as she carefully went over a speed bump, the frown on her face louder than the violent beeping from the car in front of her.

She lowered the window and poked her colorful head out from inside the car, eating pieces of her billowing hair as she yelled hoarsely into the wind: “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” she had to stop her howling screamer for just moment to spit out the blue threads from her lips, “making all that noise for nothing, you putz! It’s too early for this! The sun isn’t even up yet and you’re already causing a ruckus!” she slinked back into her seat with all the zest of a dour sack of potatoes.

There was absolutely no parking by the time she got there. Quietly simmering, she paid for the not so free parking, which was also disgustingly full.

She got out of the vehicle and began to move about vaguely before the valet on standby. She had no idea how she was going to cross the traffic-jammed road on foot without getting run over by pedestrian-ignoring morons, and something told her that it wasn't going to get any easier parting the sea of people — trying to get into the building.

They all wanted to reserve their place in line for the auditions, that was understandable. The hours would be long and grueling just for a little glimpse of onscreen fame.

On the way to the set in a white summer dress and still very much alive as she click-clacked hurriedly past beeping cars in white high heel shoes, grumbling over her poor choice of footwear.

In minutes she might as well have transformed. The fairy walked with her chin high, slouched less and exchanged her ordinary talk with an accent that was truly extraordinary.

“Well, I have saddening news, which is why I need to talk about it, which is why I'm here.” The fae woman said with a lovely drawl, tilting her head closer to the phone gingerly pressed to her ear, her stride becoming smoother, quieter. “I’m afraid our sweet Camila is out for the count. Family emergency and all. We will need to recast her soon.”

His laugh of frustration was met with an uneasy sigh of her own. “I will see you in five? I have time to kill.”

He didn’t deny her offer.

Much time later.

The disguised actress entered the set with little trouble and allowed her curious gaze to land on a silvery-haired youth, with very pretty eyes and a most innocent-looking face.

Fleur was already interested in this one as she propped her elbows onto the table she was occupying with a few others.

She cocked her head to the side with what she hoped looked like a warm smile.

This must have been a nerve-racking experience for the girl so she wanted to be as open as possible.

“Tell me about yourself,” Fleur said, ignoring all the raised eyebrows in the room.

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