Six months later

This is so much fun; I could do this for hours. I looked at our weird selves dressed up as The Beatles just as we used to do back home and I can’t help but to think what would have been of me if I didn’t happen to be working at that coffee shop where Max Nichols used to have breakfast. How crazy it is for him to actually come and see me at the theatre and then asked me to work with him. I have never been more grateful of anything in my life. However, I do wonder what would have been of me otherwise. Maybe I would have gotten bored of acting at the theatre or I might have been just fired as I grew older and I might be a doctor now. I really consider the doctor thing while I look at myself with John Lennon’s glasses and that flower headband of mine at the mirror. Yeah, probably not a doctor.

Sandra is dancing as passionate as she could possibly dance in that horrible high waist masculine trousers (if that’s even possible) which for some reason she thinks is an item of clothing Paul McCartney would wear. I really doubt that blond girl has ever seen a genuine McCartney’s appearance, especially considering the day when she came out of the bathroom with a black headband in her forehead and a horrible black fur jacket claiming “that was something “Pauly” would definitely wear” the minute I asked her who on Earth did she think she was dressing up as. This kiddo knows all of their lyrics though and I love that we get to share this weird hobby of giving private concerts dressed up as famous people. Just as we both hold each other as hammered pirates to sing Hey Jude, my phone rings.

"Hey Vals. It’s Roger."

"I kind of know. It’s called caller ID, you should get one for yourself, quite useful." I tease this man I loved that much.

"You know I’m an old man, kiddo. I don’t do technologies."

"Yeah, right. Is everything alright?"

"It is way better than alright, darling. You got it."

I can’t believe this is happening. I mean if it’s happening I don’t know what I am going to do to put my shit together. Sandra sees my huge grin and starts to get excited even though she doesn’t even know what’s going on. Would she be crazy!

"What? There is no way I have gotten a character!"

"A character? You are Bonnie!"

"What the actual hell? I am not! Are you serious?" I can’t contain my excitement as I start dancing as a freak.

"I am deadly serious!" He laughs. "That’s not the best news though, kiddo. Your partner, I mean, Clyde, is going to be played by that kid from One Direction, Louis Tomlinson, which means this movie is really going to be huge. Even though it is his first movie, you know how many fans he has."

"Oh my gosh! I am so excited and happy I can’t even talk! Do we have the script? When do we start? Do I have the director’s number? Do we know where we are shooting this?"

"Wow, kiddo, I got lost. We do have the script and I’ll text you the director’s number right now so you can call him and ask him as many questions as you will. I wanted to tell you something, Vally. I’m so proud of you and I know they have done a great choice. You have not given up a bit even when you were going through that tough time and I am genuinely glad that I get to work with you. You are inspiring and I’m sure you are going to kill this Bonnie."

I know he is talking about Douglas and about the weird couple of weeks after him. My life has really changed but I’m glad he thinks I’m still the same kiddo I was six months ago. Not that innocent anymore though.

-Thank you, Roger! I appreciate you saying that. I really am nervous though but I want to stay calm to help Louis with this. It’s his first movie and I myself will always remember how Johnny treated me in my very own first movie, so I genuinely want to make thins as easy as possible for him. Actually, can I have his number?

After dancing my excitement out with Sandra who was as excited as myself I called the director when I was calm enough to play it cool and pretend this is something that I’m used to and that they are lucky I’m working with them. I mean I’m nervous as hell and so honour to be working with them yet I want to have a reputation, you know. He is actually really nice and tells me he is excited to work with me and that he is very glad I said yes. We are getting started next Monday which is in two days. Oh boy I think I’m going to die of excitement!

I am hanging out with the girls today to celebrate and we are heading to Anna’s place since she is having some people over. After I get out of the shower, I call Tomlinson to introduce myself and chat a bit. We are in this movie together and I’m sure he is as excited as me so I can get to share my bliss. While I’m dialling his number I am getting pretty nervous. I don’t particularly know why though. It’s not like he is Leonardo Dicaprio, he is not even an actor but I mean his band, they are huge.

- Hey, it’s Louis. Who am I talking to?

Even though his voice is light and his tone is nice, I am kind of nervous right now.

- Hey, Louis. It’s Valerie Veneel.

If I was nervous, his reaction makes my nervousness go away and I laugh.

- Oh, Jesus. I...I...I mean how you doing Valerie?

I didn’t mean to laugh because it might have seemed that I am making fun of him but I am not, it’s just funny that his voice sounds like a little child at Christmas.

- We are in this movie together, Clyde! – We both laugh. – I am excited as hell, aren’t you?

- Shut up, lads! Sorry, the lads wouldn’t shut up. We all love you – He lets out a nervous laughter. – Yeah, I am chuffed! But I am pretty nervous too because this movie is going to be huge. I really appreciate you calling just now because I was freaking out a few minutes ago and I don’t want to be a creepy weirdo just yet. – That makes me laugh. I am going to get along with this kid so easily. – And I can’t believe I am going to be in this movie with you, Bonnie! I mean you are awesome Valerie! I don’t want to be the little burden of the movie. – He laughs and I like how it sounds.

-You won’t! You’ll be fine and you’ll see how fun this is gonna be. And I am afraid that you don’t want to be a creepy weirdo because I myself am as weirdo and creepy as humanly possible. – His laughter sounds kind of surprised. – Actually, right know I am talking to you hands-free so that I can paint different types of moustache with my new body lotion. None of them looks good on me though.

He laughs hard. I guess he didn’t expect my weird confession. I really am painting moustaches over my face though and I’m glad his laughter sounds genuine and he is not already thinking I am just a dork. I already like this kid.

-There is no way you are! I want to see a picture if you want me to believe that!

-Alright then. Your wish is my command, Clyde.

I took the picture making sure he can’t see just below my chest because I am not wearing any clothes. I don’t think he would notice though so I don’t worry.

We have been talking for about an hour while I got ready, laughing hard and telling each other some stupid things we have done or thought about some people we both dislike. He is hilarious. We talked about monkeys’ intelligence and, after a round of knock knock jokes, we went through the pavement of some unanswered questions asking each other why do babies have to be so bald or when it’s you birthday if you were born on 29 February on a leap year.

-Hey, Val, what you doing tonight?

-I’m hanging out here in Los Angeles. You?

-I think I’m just hanging out with the lads somewhere here in LA too.

-That sounds good. You guys have fun.

-You too, Val. It was really really good to talk to you.

-It was, right? I mean I really like you. I can’t wait for us to meet. This is going to be so much fun!

-I’ll see you on Monday! Go have fun!

-Take care you Tommo.

-You too Valerie.

And like that I hang up and look at myself in the mirror one last time. I decide on a black long V-neck backless jumpsuit, with red heels and red lipstick; hair loose and curl. Tonight is a girls’ night out and I am dying to have fun with the ladies. I got a feeling tonight is going to be a good night.

Notes

Here's the first real chapter! I hope you like it!