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| Soap Sins Monday, November 14, 2011 CHAPTER 9 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! Catch a Falling Starlet - or not! - The press had been invited to meet the latest young star of the show and Dakota had offered to help. When she went upstairs to discuss the day with Chip the producer, he was practicing his golf swing. - "What's on your mind?" - She felt like hissing at him for hiring a pretty brunette who looked like a younger version of her, but smiled a cat-like smile instead. "I think it would be most effective if I showed the press around the studio and introduced April after." She could barely speak her name. What kind of a name was April anyway! - Chip looked up from his golf club and nodded. "A grand entrance for our new starlet. Sounds like a plan." - Dakota then joined the young actress - who was really more a model than any kind of actress at all - in her dressing room. The girl blinked at her with a pair of large, brown unsuspecting eyes when she heard the plan. "So I should wait until you call my name?" - "Exactly. And be sure to wear the highest heels you have. Those cork wedges over there would do nicely." - April looked down at the black patent leather Prada sandals presently on her slim feet. "Not these ones?" - "Oh no, those are too eager. And the cork wedges are higher so you will be even taller, which means you will be that much more imposing. First impressions are everything in this business." - One of the makeup women appeared at the door and explained she needed to rub fake tan all over the girl's thighs, as she would be wearing a stylish mini. Dakota reminded her to wait until she heard her introduce her just outside the dressing room in about an hour. April gave her the thumbs up and Dakota did the same and exited, closing the door behind herself. She hoped Brent had done just as she asked. Today was crucial. She decided to text him and find out. - "Did you accomplish the mission?" - A few seconds later, Brent, who had the day off and was loitering at some beach, texted her back with a brief "Mission accomplished." - "Good," purred Dakota, and she slipped her iphone into her new Gucci bag. - When the members of the press arrived to meet the new young star, Dakota graciously said she would first be giving them a tour of the Christmas set and they were thrilled, especially because she was letting them take pictures. It seemed harmless enough, as there were no spoiler sensitive indicators in the room, just the usual fake snow, fake mulled wine, fake gift boxes, and big fake Christmas tree. As far as she was concerned, the more pictures they took, the better. She even went so far as to suggest they film when she introduced April. The soap press people were pleased. It wasn't every day that the only daughter of a supermodel, who had herself won an international modeling competition the previous year, graced the soap world with her presence. They had high expectations of April Almondine. So did Dakota. - She eventually escorted them to the hall in front of April's dressing room, and called out the girl's name. She made darn sure the soap press people were all standing far enough away to give the girl a place to make a grand entrance and strut her stuff. The door slowly opened, and the tall, sultry girl was in her element. She glided out in her black mini, red strapless top, and cork wedges. Cameras flashed and rolled. - Dakota waited, a smile plastered on her face. She stared, as if in a trance, as April took another three steps. But there were to be no more. The cork heel which had been cut into two pieces by Brent's Swiss army knife and flimsily glued back together was unable to support any weight. It snapped in half. - The starlet's leg buckled and she unceremoniously fell on her fanny. The cameras were still flashing and rolling. The closeup footage of April Almondine falling on her rear end went viral within hours and she was no longer a dignified contender in any diva soap war. She was nothing but a silly girl who couldn't do anything right. There was still only one brunette star and her name was Dakota Diamonelle. - Dakota celebrated with French champagne in her dressing room that afternoon, and told Brent all about it on her phone, until there was a knock at her dressing room door. "Open up," exclaimed the man outside. "I've got a gun ...!" |
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