I don't think I've ever been turned down by a guy. I mean, I made the fool out of them, it's just the way things worked in Hollywood. The depressing fact that the tables had been turned, sent me into some sort of trance. Me, Megan, yes, the Academy Award Winning Actress, sat in her hotel room, in silence, picking out my imperfections.
My hips were too big, my boobs too small, my stomach too flabby, my thighs had cellulite. I came up with all of that, and even though most of that stuff was non-existent to me, I began to believe it.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I knew why he'd walked away. I was being a bitch, something I failed to notice in my flaw search. Maybe my looks were okay, maybe my attitude wasn't.
I picked up the phone and dialed Nick's hotel digits. It rang, and rang, and on the fifth ring, a groggy Nick answered.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked, bluntly.
"Huh? Megan? Is that you?" Nick asked, yawning.
"Yes," I said, softly.
I could tell he was standing up and stretching by his breathing, "Megan, what are you talking about?"
"Why did you leave today? I mean, I can almost guess why, but, I just need to hear it from you," I replied.
"Megan, I don't know what got into you at lunch. You were being this sweet person that I liked talking to, and then you started some sort of snobby front, or maybe your sweetness was a front," Nick explained.
"If you only knew.." I began.
"Knew what?" Nick asked.
"It's a long story," I said.
Nick paused for a moment, "I've got a long time."
"Okay..." I began, "Do you ever wish you were just a normal, average person? That you weren't in the entertainment biz?"
"It's the way it works, Meg. People who are in the biz want to be normal. Normal people want to be in the biz," Nick said.
"Well, I don't want to be in the movie business. I wanted to be a quiet, Tampa homemaker. Or like... a professional beach bum. Ya know, something stupid, but meaningful? I actually wanted to be an elementary teacher. But then one day, I was asked to be an extra. Easy enough. Someone spotted me, liked my extra acting, and I was cast in a movie. I didn't want to do it though," I explained.
"Then why did you?" Nick asked.
"Everyone back in Tampa was like, 'You're so lucky.' Or, 'I am so proud of you!' I didn't want to let them down. So, I'm stuck here, in Hollywood, and no matter how much I want to turn down a movie I know is going to be big, I can't. I'm afraid of disappointing them," I stammered, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Why do you act like that towards you're admirers?" Nick questioned.
"I don't want them to think I'm enjoying all of the attention," I cried, wiping my eyes.
"It's not worth being miserable over, I'm sure if you decided not to do movies anymore they wouldn't be disappointed. They'd be proud of what you already accomplished," Nick said.
"I know, I know," I sniffled.
"Look,can I come over?" Nick asked.
"Huh?"
"Can I come over? We can talk or go do something." Nick said.
"You still want to even associate with me after today?" I asked, shocked.
Nick laughed, "Yeah, I understand."
"Okay, that'd be nice," I smiled to myself.
"I'll be right over."
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