Chapter 1

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“So, what's next on the palette for the famous J-Vac?” My friend Teresa asked, using the stupid nickname she concocted out of my initials.

“Teresa, give it up. That nickname is so stupid, and you know I hate it.” I said, throwing her a nasty look. She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, I've offended the famous movie producer.” She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“God damnit Teresa, what the hell is your problem today? Ever since I got here you've been extremely bitchy to me!” I said, glaring at her. She reached in her bag and pulled out a magazine. She tossed it in front of me.

“Page 63.” She spat. I opened it up. It was a spotlight on Isaac Hanson and his new record label. There was an interview. I scanned over it, and my jaw dropped.

Jacinda: So, Isaac, what would you say, of all time, is your favorite movie.

recent, or classic.

Issac: Well, a classic movie I don't think anything would ever beat, is

Rocky Horror Picture Show. That's just a classic cult flick. But about

2 years ago I saw a GREAT film. Living in the Limelight. Written and

produced by Jackie Carter. It was a GREAT film.

Jacinda: So, you like Jackie Carter?

Isaac: She's so talented. All of her movies are amazing. Not just the ones

She's produced and directed, but the one's she's written. Several Ways,

Back in 2001, was astounding. She's just so amazing. I would love to meet

Her one day. She's beautiful to top it all off.

I stopped reading and set the magazine back on the table. “This is why you're pissed off at me? What the hell do I have to do with this?”

“Jackie! You know that I adore Isaac Hanson! And all he wants is to meet you. He adores you!” She cried. I rolled my eyes.

“For the love of god Teresa. He doesn't even know who you are!” I exclaimed. She threw her head back dramatically.

“That's the point! He has no idea who I am, because all he wants is you! You and your stupid movies, and stupid talent! The rest of us are nobody!” She said, and stalked out of the café. I picked up the magazine and went to the counter. I paid the bill, and left. I went out and hopped on my bike. I shoved the magazine in the saddlebag on my bike, tugged my helmet on, and zoomed off. Within moments I was back at the house. I pulled into the garage, and hopped off my bike. Grabbing the magazine, and shaking my hair after pulled off my helmet, I went inside.

“How was lunch with Teresa?” Amber asked, taking a forkful of Mac & Cheese and shoving it in her mouth. I tossed the magazine on the table.

“She flipped out on me. She's been harboring these unhealthy obsessions towards that Isaac Hanson kid. Read this.” I flipped to the page, and stuck it in front of her. She read silently and ate her food, then looked up at me.

“So, he likes you and your work. Big deal!” She said. I tossed my hands in the air.

“That's what I said! But no, Teresa flipped out and went crazy, like it was my fault! That girl has some serious issues.” I told her, sitting down at the table. I grabbed a wine cooler out of the 4-pack that was sitting in front of Amber, and popped it open. I drank ½ of it down, and set it on the table.

“So, are you going to meet him?”

“Isaac Hanson. Are you going to meet him?”

“Are you crazy? Have you lost your brain? Why on earth would I do that?” I asked her, looking at her as if she had grown another head. “That is possibly the dumbest suggestion I've ever heard.”

“Oh come on Jackie. The boy is a hottie, always has been, and he likes you. Why WOULDN'T you meet him?” She asked, amazed I wouldn't do something like that. I rolled my eyes.

“First of all, I wouldn't know where to find him. Secondly, what would we talk about, and third, he's probably way to busy with his new label to meet someone like me.” I told her.

“Someone like you? Famous people always have time for other famous people. People are dying to talk to you Jackie. They think you're a genius! Isaac Hanson is a FAN of YOURS. You SHOULD be meeting him. Plus, it's not like you have a guy in your life anyway. Maybe you could meet him for dinner or something.” She suggested.

“God Amber, you can be so dense. I'm NOT going to meet Isaac Hanson. Get over it. So, I'm a fan of Jimmy Paige, that doesn't mean, just because he would know I was a fan, would come right over here to meet me.” I illustrated. She rolled her eyes this time.

“Sorry Jackie. I just remember a certain girl, about 5-7 years ago who would have killed to meet Isaac Hanson.” She said. It was true. In '98-2000 I was an avid Hanson fan, back then. Those were the key words, back then. The sight of any of the 3 brothers wasn't enough anymore to make me swoon, or squeal, or get all hot over them. I had seen a few pictures in the past few years, and yes, they are all handsome men, but I just don't get that way over them anymore. I think they call it growing up.

“My point exactly, that was at LEAST 5 years ago. 4 at very least, if not more. I'm sure he's a very nice guy and all, but NO. I see that devious look in your eyes Amber, and there is no way you would pull it off. You cannot possibly set me up on a date with Isaac Hanson.” I finished my drink and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin. I headed towards my room to change out of my suit I was wearing. I was discussing a movie deal with another picture association, and had to look somewhat nice. Directing this one, again. It was good though. I liked directing my own films, because I know exactly how I want them, and how they go. So, I changed out of my suit, slipped on my black JNCO's, and a black tank top, and went downstairs again.

“Jesus Jackie, how can you wear black in San Mon in July? You are the craziest person I know.” Amber said, shaking her head.

“Oh, look at you miss skimpy tank top and short ass skirt in the middle of February in New York! You're one to talk!” I said, laughing at the memory of our trip to NYC.

“Shut up, I looked good.”

“Yeah, if you were going for the sickly pale with a blue-ish tint type look, then yes, you pulled it off quite nicely.” I said. Laughing harder.

“Oh shut up.” She said, putting her bowl in the sink. She glided from the room. Amber didn't walk, she floated, glided, like a supernatural being. She would though, with her extreme beauty. Aphrodite is what they should have named her at birth. She was 5'6”, long legs, perfect ass, thin waist, perfect perky breasts, beautiful light brown hair, emerald green eyes, a perfect little nose, and a luscious mouth. No, I wasn't checking out my best friend. You come to notice these things after 18 some years or so. She is ever guys' fantasy. She's perfect, and rich. Her daddy owns a construction company that built a good portion of residential San Mon, and a healthy part of residential L.A. She was rolling in dough. Her daddy actually built our house. And what a nice house it is.

“So, Jen called today.” I said, referring to earlier this morning when I was home. Amber rolled her eyes dramatically. “Still not friends I assume?”

“Well duh! Would you be friends if she suggested you break up with John, that is, when you were happy in the relationship? I can't trust her. Besides, she's a bitch! She even calls Phil's cell phone! It's so annoying.” She exclaimed. I laughed. Amber could be so melodramatic when she tried. I guess that was all part of her humor and charisma.

“So, what are this evening's plans?” I asked, pulling a beer out of the fridge. Amber shrugged.

“The usual I guess. Have people over, drink, party. Isn't that what we always do on a Friday night?” She asked, as if I didn't know. I nodded absently. “Looks like one of us has to go on a beer run for us. You know John, Jason, and Nick don't like to share, except with their girlfriends. Well, Nick would share anything with you in a heartbeat.” She said, teasing me.

“Shut up. You know I cannot stand that boy anymore. He is so… so…stupid!” I exclaimed. Amber agreed. “Why does he have such an interest in me anyway?”

“Because you're down to earth, and not a little rich girl like me, or spoiled like Phil, John, Jason, or any of their other friends.”

“Chachi's not spoiled.”

“Chachi's never around much.”

“Besides, you're completely loveable, and you've got money. Plus you're pretty. Everything Nick dreams of.”

“Please. I don't even want to think of Nick dreaming about me. That's so disturbing. This is Shackleiter. The guy I slept in the same room with for 4 months when I got kicked out of my house. The guy, who when I was 17, wouldn't even acknowledge the huge crush I had on him! The guy who snores so incredibly loud. Ew!” I exclaimed, making it clear that I no longer had a thing for Nick Shackleiter. Amber snickered. “What?”

“I just think it's really funny. I mean, he's 24, basically 5 years later, after you get over him, he gets a crush on you. Imagine the irony in that. Every guy wants you now Jackie. You've changed a hell of a lot since you were in High school. I mean, 5 years ago, no offense, you were fat.”

“Well duh! You act like I don't know that!”

“Well, now you're beautiful. You've always had a great personality that made you lovable, now everything just fits.” She said. I threw up my hands in defeat.

“I give up!” I exclaimed. “I don't care if I'm pretty, I'm sick of this conversation. I do not want Nick, or Isaac Hanson, or anyone else who flounces into the picture just because I am known.”

“Known doesn't fit it Jackie. You're FAMOUS!”

“Shut up! I am not.” I didn't want to be famous. The thought of fame scared me.