Chapter 3

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“So anyway, I have a meeting with him at 3:30, and Spencer tells me he's all excited. Spencer also tells me, that Isaac is more than willing to give him up to me. I guess it does pay off a little to have this kind of clout with him.” I told Amber as I pulled my boots on and readied myself to leave for another day of work. Amber laughed.

“So the guy is perfect for the role?” She asked. I nodded. “Maybe I'll come by and see this perfect man.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and picked up my backpack. It was made of hemp, and had iron-on patches all over it, and was fairly worn and faded to a very light brown. It had one strap that slung across your body like a messenger bag. I grabbed my car keys and headed out to my VW. I tossed the bag in back and pulled the top down. It was a beautiful day. I slipped on my leopard-frame sunglasses, and hopped into my car. I threw it into reverse, and headed towards the studios. I loved driving with my top down. That's why both cars I owned were convertibles, and the car Amber and I both purchased, the mustang, was a convertible. That's another reason I loved my bikes. Anyway, I drove along the highway, wind whipping at my face and hair, and arrived at the studio in no time.

The day went as usual, cast members whining, people running around everywhere, and me stuck right in the middle. I was stressing out, and had begun to chain-smoke by noon. Cigarette after cigarette was what I was going at. Around 2:00 Jelica and I headed to my car to light up a joint. 2:30, we were back on the set, and happy as ever. Nothing like a mid-day doobie to brighten your mood. 3:30 came around sooner than I could have wished, but I did want that boy for my movie. I looked down at my outfit. Nothing at all business-like about it. I was wearing worn bell-bottoms with rips in the knees, and frayed bottoms from where I tend to step on them, and a white tank top, with no back except for one single string that held the front of the shirt to my body, and my boots. My hair was piled on top of my head, and my glasses sat low on my nose. I was certainly a sight to behold, fairly frazzled, and stoned. Well, it was now or never. I ended production for the day, and headed towards the music studio. I pulled into the lot and entered the building. I made it to the 6th floor where Isaac Hanson's office was before I was stopped. A skinny, official looking blonde stopped me.

“Excuse me miss, can I help you?” She asked with a snooty attitude.

“Yes, my name is Jackie Carter, I'm looking for Isaac Hanson's office, I had a meeting with him at 3:30.” I said, using the same attitude.

“Oh my! Jackie Carter! Wow, you make such great movies!” She gushed. I smiled politely. “His office is right this way.” She said, motioning for me to follow her. I did, and listened to her prattle on about how much she loved my movies the entire way there. She knocked and stuck her head into the office, then opened the door and let me in. I stepped in and saw Isaac Hanson for the first time in person, standing behind a big desk, which was cluttered. There was cd's strewn all over the office, along with papers, and what looked like sheet music, and 2 guitars sat against the wall. There was a couch, and 2 chairs sitting around a table, that was covered in papers, and a couple of coffee mugs.

“Ms. Carter! Come in, come in!” He said with incredible enthusiasm. He motioned to the couch. “Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable. It's such a pleasure to meet you. I am such a fan of your work.”

“So I read.” I said smiling. He blushed a tad, and sat down in one of the plush chairs next to the couch. “I will admit, 4 or 5 years ago I probably would have given my right eye to meet you guys, before my film career took off that is, and I forgot everything I used to know.” I said with a light-hearted laugh. He smiled broadly. “Do you mind if I do something right quick?” I said, leaning towards him. “I'd have to touch you.”

“No, not at all.” He said, the smile still on his face. I leaned over and ruffled his short hair, that now had brighter blonde tips. I let a small laugh escape my lips.

“I've wanted to do that ever since you got your hair cut in 2000. You have such lovely hair.” I said, touching his hair again. He laughed as well, and sat back in his chair.

“So, you want Spencer for your movie eh?” He asked, in a sly, yet teasing voice. I smiled sweetly at him.

“He absolutely perfect for the part. He would be so great in the movie. I understand if you say no though, since he IS currently working in your studio.” I said, laying on the sweet, oozing voice full force.

“You know I'm going to say yes Ms. Carter. That's inevitable.” He said with a small chuckle. I pretended to be shocked. “Oh quit it. You came in here knowing I would say yes. BUT, I'll only say yes on one condition.”

“What would that condition be?” I asked, curious as to what he was going to pull.

“Have dinner with me.”

“You can have Spencer, if you have dinner with me tonight.” This time, I WAS shocked. It was a dream come true, if it were 5 years ago. I will admit though, I felt a flutter, I was light headed as I considered the prospects of having dinner with Isaac Hanson, the one I had a crush on when I was younger.

“I suppose I could do that. It would be SUCH an inconvenience though. I was so hoping to spend the night at our house, watching bad TV, and eating like a pig.” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. Isaac laughed.

“I'll pick you up at 7:30, and we can discuss the rest then.” He said. I gave him directions to my house, and stood to leave. “It was so nice to finally meet you Ms. Carter.” He said, grasping my hand firmly.

“Call me Jackie. I'm not old enough for a suffix in my name.” I said, as I moved out his office doors.

“I'll walk with you down to ground level.” He said, pushing the elevator button and leaning against the wall. I looked up at him, never realizing how tall (compared to me) he was. He had to stand at least 6'0”. The elevator ride was quite, and I had Dorothy Dandridge running through my head as I stepped out of the elevator. “What song is in your head?”

“I can tell when someone is thinking of a song. It's a weird 6th sense I think.” He said, laughing lightly.

“This is going to sound odd, coming from anyone who wasn't born in the era before the 50's. I was thinking of Dorothy Dandridge “I've Got Rhythm” for some reason.” I admitted as we neared the main doors. He smiled.

“Not at all. I've always enjoyed that older music. Hardly anyone has ever heard of people like Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, or Nina Simone.” He stated. I loved all of those women!

“Oh god, I love all of those. They have amazing voices, and talent!” I gushed. Isaac opened the door for me. “Well, thank you Mr. Hanson. I'll see you tonight at 7:30 then.” I said, pulling my keys out of my bag.

“It's Isaac, or Ike, and 7:30 it is. Bye Jackie.” He said as I walked down the few steps outside of the building. I almost flew to my car, I was walking on clouds. It was extremely weird though. I mean, 4 years ago I would have killed for a date with Isaac Hanson, and here he is, liking ME and asking ME out. Talk about some weird shit right there. I shook my head as I stopped at a traffic light and looked in the mirror. Me, 23 year old Jackie Carter, with only a high school diploma, and 7 good movies, and an incredible ability to write. Him, a successful musician, with years of fame, and owning his own record label, much more talented than I could ever hope to me. For some reason though, I found nothing wrong with that at all.

I was in my room, standing in front of my closet in my worn, green bathrobe, staring in vacantly when Amber came into my room. “Where are you going tonight?” She asked, as I sifted through a few tops.

“I have a dinner date.” I said plainly. The less she knew, the better.

“It's a business thing.” I replied without feeling, even though I was bursting inside.

“With who? What business?” I rolled my eyes. She was going to pry this out of me, no matter what I did. I never understood why me having a date was always a huge thing for her.

“Lucky 13 records.” I said, hoping she wouldn't make the connection. She covered her mouth in shock. I braced myself, cause here came the freak-out.

“Oh my god! You have a date with Isaac tonight, don't you?” I pretended not to hear her as I dug deeper into my closet. “You do! Jacquelyn Victoria Annelise Carter! You have a date with Isaac Hanson! You can't wear anything you have!” She grabbed my arm and dragged me down to her room before I could protest. She shoved me down on the bed and opened up her huge closet. She disappeared inside, and emerged a few moments later holding several articles of clothing. The first was a velvety royal blue knee length dress, which shimmered with maroon, and had a low neck. The second was a long black skirt with slits up both sides, and a tight red snake skin designed vinyl tube top. The third outfit, was a short red dress that was very clingy, made out of a silky material, which dipped INCREDIBLY low in the front, and had no back. I tossed that one out immediately. Amber shrugged, and shoved the 2nd outfit at me.

“Amber! Do you honestly think that would fit me?” I asked. She shoved me towards the bathroom to change. I came back out.

“That looks awesome on you Jackie! You have to wear that! Ooo!” She pulled something else out of her closet. A black cowboy hat.

“Come on! You will look so sexy when I'm done. Trust me on this!” She said, sitting me down at her vanity. I reluctantly sat down.

“He's coming at 7:30.”

“We better hurry then!” She said, and she set about first doing my hair, then my make-up. At almost 7:30 exactly she spun me around to look at myself. I looked totally different. My hair was curled slightly, looking soft, I had dark make-up on, the cowboy hat, and some funky black jewelry that matched to no extreme. I looked HOT! As if on cue, the front door rang, and Amber rushed down to open it. I did a last minute check of everything before I descended our spiral staircase by the front door. I love to make an entrance. Isaac looked up as he heard my shoes clicking on the stairs. I was wearing

high-heeled boots. I could almost see his jaw drop as he looked at me. I smiled as I reached the bottom stair and grabbed my bag off the banister.

“Wow, you look……….. Wow.” He breathed. I smiled broadly at him, and looked him over. He was wearing black slacks, a navy blue button up shirt, that was unbuttoned at the top 3 buttons, and dark brown leather sandals. He looked awesome. It was obvious we both prepped heavily for this date. He looked almost radiant. “Well, shall we?” He asked. I nodded, Amber winked at me as I looked over my shoulder. We walked out to his black 2000 mustang convertible.

“Nice car.” I said, admiring the shiny finish. It was a slick car.

“It's alright. The Cougar is awesome. Who's is it?” He asked, glancing at my yellow car. I smiled.

“It's mine. So is the Mustang, and the VW. Actually, the Mustang is both Amber's and mine. It was a dual investment.” I told him. We made small, easy chit-chat all the way to the restaurant. We went for Indian food at Taj Mahal. I smiled as Isaac rushed around to open my door for me. He helped me out of the car, and shut the door behind me.

“You look so fabulous tonight Jackie. You look beautiful.” He said, offering his elbow. I hooked my arm through his, and we went into the restaurant.