casting backseats

o he died. Um.
i wanted to be a movie star. Correction: i wanted to act. Want to, actually. So i met the right people with the pretty pictures and smiled just right, not showing my bugsy teeth and looking just a little further so no one noticed my squint.
After six months and general frustration, he asked me to meet him.
He was HuugE(in the industry,i mean) and had launched some very famous names.
He said i was perfect. Said he'd make me a star in his next film. Said i was talented. Said i was beautiful. Said, as he tried to hold my hand, "So, what will i get in return?". Oh, the cliche's, the cliche's!
I told him he'd get anything but sex.
He was offended. A girl can't call it what it is, there's no pretense of seduction.
He'd rather i let him take me for dinner. And maybe afterwards...
Anyway, he was ugly, married and altogether particularly unattractive because he assumed that i would want to act in his overhyped uncreative overexpensive film so bad that i would fuck him for it. Ugh. I enjoyed saying it, saying the words, 'i won't sleep with you' to his face, because i could see him cringe. Probably the only way i could return the sting of his assuming i would.
So he cast someone else. Took her to a foreign locale. He died there of a heart attack. intresting.
I heard this yesterday, as i was shooting my first decent budget film, heroine et al, without having to fuck for it.
They wanted me to shoot a condolence episode of my tv show in his name.
I shot a sympathy link. i said my heart goes out to his wife.
It does.