tonight we are young - emilee

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If there was one thing that never failed to entice Dan from the trash strewn cavern of his apartment and into the outside world, it was the promise of a damn good party. Maybe that wasn’t what most people thought when the fat, elaborate invitations to this shindig flopped through their letter boxes or were handed to them impetuously by their agents. Maybe one was supposed to spend hours picking out their outfits and colour coordinating their masks and lamenting or enthusing about the chance to rub elbows with Hollywood’s finest. Dan hadn’t subscribed to that mentality. He was wearing the suit he owned. The same one he’d worn to his father’s funeral two years ago, with the grey patches of wear beginning to subtly accumulate in the creases of his elbows and knees and the loose thread dangling from the seam of his left lapel. His agent had luckily come round to inspect him before he’d gotten the taxi down to the LA ballroom – she’d been the one to stress upon him the importance of wearing dress rather than tennis shoes to an event like this. He’d also forgotten to arrange a mask, but she’d been on top of that, too. His was small, understated, silver and green and black to match the silver and green cufflinks she’d reminded him to wear (a relic of his father’s that he often forgot he owned at all). No doubt without the careful interference of his friend, the agent, he would have been turned away at the door to this fancy soiree for looking like a hobo.

So he was here. A little out of place, but not noticeably. His parents had been to previous iterations of this ball, and he had vague recollections of listening to them recount stories of a beautiful venue and what-famous-person said what. Places like this were in his blood. Just with Dan… that gene hadn’t kicked in yet. The fancy gene. The entitled ‘I belong here’ gene. He’d yet to really make it big. No one knew who he was. He’d landed himself a nice little lead role in an upcoming movie, Project XY, but that had only even started filming a few days ago, so it’d be a long time yet before people recognised his face. His name, maybe, was something they half-remembered. Kind of knew. Gorski? What was that, some kind of disease? But no one yet knew Dan Gorski.

His agent had told him to network. To schmooze. To work the room and say hello to every Tom, Dick and Harry who’d ever had their face on a billboard or a movie poster. Buy people drinks. Laugh at their jokes. Etcetera, etcetera. But that didn’t sound like his idea of a good time, really. No. He’d come to this thing because he’d been told it would be a party, and so he was going to… well, party. There was no keg line and nobody was playing beer pong, but he could live with that. All he needed was a drink, and this whole evening might start to feel a little bit like fun… He glanced around, looking over the heads of immaculate men and women with not a hair out of place, trying to locate the bar. It didn’t take long before his homing instincts zeroed in on some black-tie waiter carrying a silver tray covered with champagne flutes. He made an immediate bee line towards him.

[janet]

Nerves, well they always did play a big part on the young lady, but at the same time she knew how to put on grace and a beaming smile, because it wasn’t like this was her first rodeo, but at the same time it was her first big event she was actually going to attend. People, well they had been dressed in Nicholls, fashion for event’s like these and she had dealt with it through that aspect, but dressing herself was a big ball of anxiety. She was going to attend the ball with her sister! A very big name already within the industry, so there was a bit of pressure there even if Nessa did not put it on her! She felt her sister looked flawless in her red dress and her white mask definitely serving the Nicholls nave proud! She however wasn’t sure if her gown quite fit the bill. Jitters, she need not have them! She shouldn’t have them she was here with her lovely sister and she should just try and relax and remain optimistic. It was a big opportunity for her as well, she need not blow it, by playing at her anxiety. It was a masquerade after all and she was sort of a nobody, so it wasn’t like she was going to have people swarming at her feet like her sister had! They arrived in style and she felt comforted by the mask and by the fact that she knew her dress was form fitting and despite her worries on the way here she put on a nice smile and took some pictures in hopes to do the Nicholls name some justice and herself. She wasn’t using this to have her name sky rocket or anything it was a party and once there she was determined to have a little fun.

Inside, well she couldn’t help but note everything and everyone down to the last detail looked as if there wasn’t a flaw in sight. She couldn’t help but admire the fashion and the faces and bodies gracing such lovely styles, well what she could see of the faces anyways! It was probably slightly apparent that she wasn’t as use to this as everyone else was, but being that she dealt with eyes on her sometimes she wasn’t quite sloppy and disorganized in how she was presenting herself. For the moment she was known as Emilee Nicholls, the younger sister of Vanessa Ariana Nicholls, and of course the daughter of a fashionable icon, and she was comfortable playing on that. Even if it was advised she might play a little bit on her own name and what she was attempting to offer, but the man that discovered her and was helping her try and launch a music career.

The room, well it was pretty packed with beautiful people and at some point she ended up losing eye sight of her sister, but she’d find her soon enough she was sure. Vanessa, well she was probably off mingling or something with other celeb’s or doing some interviews. It wasn’t clear that she wanted to do dual interviews, but Emilee, well like normal she decided to kind of stay in the wings of that. She didn’t want her sister to feel like she was using her, but she was very honored to be here. Twenty and a nobody and instead of fashion via Nicholls Fashion Industry, she was here and she almost felt like pinching herself, because it didn’t seem quite real, but then again it was very real. A wide smile crossed her face and she began to step forward when she nearly stepped into someone’s path. The young man seemed like he was on a mission. She lifted the train of her dress and quickly stepped back to move out of his way. He seemed quite familiar? It never killed a person to strike up some friendly conversation right? She followed suit lightly behind him and once he reached his destination of the waiter and got his drink her hand went lightly to his shoulder and she studied his facial features from the side momentarily. ”Dan Gorski?” she asked. If it was not in fact him she’d be embarrassed, but she was sure she knew that face. It just matured! ”What are the odds?” Yes, what were the odds that it had been a matter of years and all of a sudden here they both were. It was a pleasant surprise!

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He immediately felt better as soon as he reached the waiter and had a glass in his hand. It felt kind of weird holding a dainty champagne flute as opposed to one of those red plastic cups, but kind of awesome. He felt like James Bond or something. No, wait, Bond was martini’s right? Maybe he’d try one of those later. Was it weird he’d never tried a martini? He lifted the glass and took a quick sip. Yeah. Champagne. Dry. Nice, he supposed, though he wouldn’t really be able to tell if it wasn’t. He didn’t have enough experience with fine booze.

“Dan Gorski?” A voice asked from slightly to one side. A delicate little hand was suddenly on his shoulder. Well, that was a surprising development. So surprising that he jumped a little and spat his mouthful of champagne back into the glass, as if he was about to be told off: no, Dan, that booze is for the grown ups – what are you doing? He immediately regretted doing this. It was kind of a gross thing to do in front of civilised company, and she was really quite a pretty girl and – wait. He had just enough time to note something familiar in the swoop of her jaw and the shape of her mouth – what little he could see of her face beneath her lacy mask – before she was saying, “What are the odds?” Something familiar in her voice, too. Like a childhood lullaby only half-remembered.

He was blank for a moment, lips slightly parted in confusion, brow knitted in puzzlement, and then a crooked grin of recognition lifted his mouth at one corner. “Emilee Nicholls! Em!” He half-lifted a hand as if to slap her on the back, like he would his brother or one of his old prep school buddies, then thought better of it. Wasn’t really appropriate in a place like this to go round hitting people, especially pretty girls in pretty dresses. He was supposed to be being normal, at least for tonight. Instead of slapping her on the back, he used the raised hand to give her a brief, cursory one-armed hug, almost spilling the champagne-and-spit cocktail in his glass in the process. God, why had anyone let him come to this kind of party? Five minutes through the door and already he was making a fool of himself. He tried to think now, of something high-brow or witty to say… that was the kind of conversation people had at these things, right? That had always been the impression his parents had given him, when they’d spoken about this ball. Finally, he settled on: “Fuck me,” (his default expression of surprise – crude though it was). “What are you doing back in LA?”

[janet]

The waiter held the tray lightly in her direction and she was going to decline, but she didn’t want to be insulting. Emilee, well she really wasn’t the one to indulge in beverages beyond her years, but she took the flute lightly holding it, because she knew how to make a slight impression and wanted to act accordingly? Chances were she’d end up offering it to Dan. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to the drink it seemed like he was taken by it sense he had been on the quest to catch the waiter. Plus they both were well aware that she wasn’t of age, but at events like this, well it didn’t quite matter. It was about the guests experience and it wasn’t like they took the time to identify everyone’s age in the room or cared for that matter. They were doing a service not babysitting.

When he jumped she slightly did as well a little off her guard, because her intention hadn’t been to scare him and the mirrored response made her give off a small chuckle. She moved the hand lightly to her mouth when he spit his drink back into the glass and then removed it to apologize. ”Sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you.” she was just attempting to pin point the familiar face. His expression was rather classic though she had to admit. The moment as well and the fair reaction! He hadn’t quite changed much in looks! The young man was fairly taller, a little stockier, and obviously well groomed for the occasion. A wider smiled crossed her face when he said her name, because it was almost relieving but refreshing all the same. ”Yes, sir.” she said and watched his hand ready for what looked like was going to be a pat, but turned into a nice little hug. She in turn, well returned the light gesture.

”Oh careful.” she said noting that the drink almost spilt on his nice tuxedo he was dressed in. Save the fashion right, but at the same time the drink all the same, because her friend didn’t need to be wearing it? She was always a little taken back, by his blunt ability to just throw certain words out into the atmosphere, but all the same it made her grin. ”I moved back about a little over two weeks ago.” she said responding to his question. ”Look, at you all nice in spiffy.” of course she had to compliment him. ”I am here with Vanessa, just kind of getting a day in the life experience.” she said shrugging up her shoulders. ”What are you doing in LA or have you been back for awhile?” she asked, because it really had been some time sense she had seen him. It was a fair question. Remembering the drink in her hand she held it up in what looked like could be a cheers fashion, but she was actually offering it to him. ”Sense I made you spit yours back into your glass I only see it as fair that maybe, I offer you what you were pawning after in the first place.” she didn’t know if he’d want to drink his back wash she’d be slightly weirded out drinking from a glass she spit into, but maybe he wouldn’t all the same she was attempting to make a nice gesture.

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“Sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you.” She said, and he waved it off with an elaborate hand gesture. All his gestures and movements were bigger and grander tonight. Nerves made him exaggerate himself until he was nothing but a caricature. “No harm, no foul. You should know for future reference to never sneak up on a man when he’s hunting.” He joked, alluding to his glass of champagne and backwash with a little jerk of the hand holding it. It was certainly true that he’d been so single-minded in his quest for booze that he’d lost track of the world around him. It’d been easy enough for her to startle him when he was in that state.

“Two weeks ago? Wow. That’s recent. I’d barely be over the jetlag.” He said, taking a casual sip of his champagne. He’d already quite forgotten he’d just spat in it. “Look at you, all nice and spiffy.” She said now, and he couldn’t quite tell if she was joking or not. He still felt sure that compared to all the people here he must looked like some vagrant who’d wandered in off the street. “Yeah, well, it could easily have been a disaster. My agent actually had to tell me not to wear tennis shoes. Seemed to think these were better.” He glanced down at his dress shoes, stiff from barely ever being worn, and shrugged, then looked back up to repay the compliment. She looked lovely, he supposed. His eye was immediately, inevitably, drawn to her rack. He was pretty sure she didn’t have those last time he saw her – but then again, she almost certainly did. Maybe it was the dress making them look… well, present. Maybe it was merely because when she’d gone to England and he’d gone to Seattle, he’d been at a stage in his life where he hadn’t really been checking out his friends’ chests. Despite it being his immediate first impression, even Dan recognised that ‘your boobs look great in that dress’ wasn’t an appropriate remark. “You look amazing. The dress is nice. You look like a shiny mermaid. Mermaids are pretty cool, so, kudos.”

She asked him now what he was doing in LA, and he gave a little self-deprecating laugh. “I’ve been back about eight, nine months. Trying to break into the biz, y’know. My dad died. Don’t know if you heard about that…” He gave a brief pause, shrugged. “Left me a bit of money, so I thought I’d come back to LA and get a place and see what happened.” He grinned now. Talking about death made people awkward. It made Dan awkward. So he didn’t talk about it – just alluded to it very quickly and moved right on. And now she was trying to give him her drink, and bemused, he took it from her. Oh right, he’d spat in his own. That had slipped his mind. “Aha, so you noticed that, then. I can swallow, drinks and stuff. I don’t usually dribble, I swear. Very kind of you, anyway. You don’t drink?”

[janet]

A small chuckle escaped her! ”Noted.” she said a smirk appearing on her lips and she moved her hand as in the air as if she was writing herself an air note, but she was kidding and glanced around and gave off a small blush. That probably made her look like a dork, but she felt it wasn’t far from the truth and why not be true to oneself? ”Do you always hunt waiters or... was it indeed the champagne?” she asked a half-humored joke to bring the positive spirit between the two instead of the startled one. Of course, it was only a gag she knew the boy was after the booze with the glass motioning slightly in his hand and no alternative motive toward the waiter.

”I certainly still have my motives and am getting use to being back on this time and driving on the right side of the road.” she said letting out a small sigh, because it hadn’t in fact been easy. Living over in England for some time, all of this was a stretch. Then her posture picked up once more post sigh and slight slouch, because being an organized lady in a gown was important at a event line such. She gave off a small chuckle when he responded that he might wear tennis shoes to the event. Instantly she bit her lip, because she wasn’t trying to be rude, but being in the industry in fashion it was a big no-no and she knew that. ”Well, A-plus to your agent I approve.” No, she wasn’t flirting, but she did respect the route that his agent took him with those clothes. It was evident with the compliment. She wasn’t fishing for a compliment back, but it seemed like his eyes kind of wandered a little bit, but she didn’t follow them she merely blushed a little bit but managed to stay composed. Thankfully, the mask helped her keep her poise, by covering her upper cheeks a bit, but it was because he was a childhood friend and she was always slightly awkward in disguise no matter how much she tried to carry herself. ”Why thank you.” and then she gave a small laugh. Her sister was wearing an actual mermaid gown, so it seemed that maybe thanks to Dan’s compliment they were a decent pair for the event. ”Mermaid’s are pretty cool, so thanks.” she said again.

It was a bit of a moment, maybe she should have paid a little more attention to her old friend via social media or something like that, but she had failed to note. ”Oh, well hey good luck I’m sure you’re going to do superb and break out into the business soon as a force and then hey you’ll be the life of these events.” she said paying him another compliment. It wasn’t like he wasn’t a life of the party she wasn’t implying that he couldnt’ be but his name would be more astounding in the future she was sure of it. She once more drew her lip between her teeth. She wasn’t good with death, both of her parent’s not deceased. ”I’m sorry to hear that.” because she hadn’t when her Mom passed on she kind of just threw herself into the business, and that was poor on her part, because she missed paying respect to a friend’s father. Thankfully, he went back onto him a bit. ”Well, nice! I hope the best for you and your journey.” Maybe she should elaborate on why she was back and be more confident with it, but it wasn’t of her nature, so she kind of just let it go on the reasoning of why she was back in LA instead of working at the promising job back in England. Her inner thoughts interrupted by him speaking and she laughed. ”I did notice, but it was my fault.” she said and shook her head at him a bit. ”I’m sure you can.” she said and then she shook her head and shrugged. ”I’m not really of age and I don’t know I have before, but not really.” she had drinks on occasion before celebrating stuff, but to be honest she was a bit of a good girl. ”But at some point I’m sure I might have to indulge in one or something tonight unless magically I find a trey with a non-alcoholic beverage crossing my path, but I figure that might be a little rare.”

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She went to the actual trouble of writing herself an air note. Dan laughed. He loved that kind of stuff. People who bothered to express themselves in more than words and smirks were fine with him. “Do you always hunt the waiters or… was it indeed the champagne?” She said, and he was momentarily taken aback, before he cracked another, wider grin. Wit always floored him for a second. Slow reaction times. He’d always been a little on the slow side. “Well, in this case, it was the champagne. Sometimes it’s the waiter. Him? No. Not really my type. Nice ass, though.”

He noted that she bit her lip at his mention of tennis shoes. Right, right. That would be like a criminal offense to a fashionista Nicholls girl. He held up his free hand in a gesture of surrender. “Don’t worry, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’ll never try it again.” He joked.

He noticed, that following his compliment, she blushed. Shit, had he been too obvious? He’d checked her out, but he hadn’t meant to. It was instinct. Guy stuff. He’d checked out pretty much every woman who’d stood still near him since he entered the room. It wasn’t like he was trying to leer over her or anything. Should he apologise? It seemed like he always ought to be apologising for something, so it was probably better to be safe than sorry. But she merely thanked him for the compliment, agreed about mermaids and moved on. All right.

She did the usual ‘oh hey, you’re gonna do great’ speech. He’d heard it a few times. Whenever you tell someone you’re going to be famous in LA, they either scoff or do the whole ‘yeah, looking forward to seeing your name in lights’ super insincerely. The thing about Em was that she wasn’t really insincere. She probably meant it. Still meant he couldn’t really take it seriously, though. Dan couldn’t even take it seriously himself. It just sounded silly. “Yeah,” he said, grinning, “thanks. So what are you doing ‘round these parts? Have you got work, are you looking for work, y’know…?”

She said she was sorry to hear about his dad, and he merely shrugged, not wanting to go into any further detail. It had been two years ago and everybody was over it. He’d only mentioned it all to illustrate why he was here, in LA. It’d been his dad’s money that had bought his apartment and sustained him through the long months of auditioning and failing. Of course, there was another reason he didn’t want to mention it… Parents dying was a tricky subject. He knew about Mrs Nicholls. He probably wouldn’t have, except his mom had been friends with her. When Isabella Gorski heard the news, she’d pitched a melodramatic hissy fit, draping herself over the back of the sofa and weeping theatrically into her hand. Sounded stupid, but that was just how she did things. The more melodrama she put into it, the more she meant it. But anyway, he knew that Emilee’s mother had passed away but not the details, and he didn’t want to bring it up because… well, he’d rather chew off his own arm than talk about stuff like that. Not out of disrespect, just awkwardness. He hated the big conversations.

“I’m not really of age…” She began, and Dan immediately began shaking his head. He’d forgotten she was younger than him, and anyway, being underage had never really stopped him. He pressed the glass of champagne she’d given him back into her hand. “Don’t be a good girl, Em. This is literally the fanciest party we’ll ever go to. I think that’s cause for a drink. How else are you supposed to enjoy yourself?”

[janet]

Instantly, her eyes went to find the waiter but she didn’t in fact get a glimpse of this nice sight that he was describing and then turned back to him and the champagne. ”I’m sorry I threw you off the game of the compliment that waiter probably could have used to boost his spirits for the night.” she said making another light joke playing off his humor. She very much enjoyed his personality for the most part even if it did in fact throw her on occasion, because it was so unfiltered, but she wasn’t a fan of someone that didn’t have a bit of hilarity, so it was pleasant in a certain respect.

Glancing about before lifting up her hand so her index finger was upright and her thumb was pointing towards her she blew on her index finger as if it was a barrel of a gun as he surrendered and then she smirked. ”Good.” she said tucking her gun away into her holster and gave off a light chuckle. She wouldn’t have insulted him either which way, but she would have probably offered fashion advice if he had shown up in sneakers. It wouldn’t be to be rude, but just to help out a fellow friend!

Being that she wasn’t attempting to be obvious Em, well she wasn’t going to mention catching. Her face may have given it away, but it was alright the dress was meant to be looked at and she didn’t mind it being admired. She was just probably a tad awkward when it came to someone of the opposite gender taking note of it. Especially one that was going to wear sneakers to a ball! She just didn’t think he was interested and she hadn’t been looking for him to pay her compliments.

Time in time again everyone gave words of encouragement when one was going after anything and the good old push talk, but Dan, well she was pretty positive he could take the industry with force. He was a stunning young individual and she didn’t know about his acting skills, but he could very much have it. They were both children of prominent individuals in the industry! Why couldn’t he have it! Then he kind of pushed to get a little more detail on what she wanted or well why she was back in Los Angeles! The key was confidence, but she really was quite nervous to unveil things, because if she failed then what? A good laugh at her expense!? She gave off a bit of a shrug. ”I’m attempting to see if I’m musically inclined? Someone heard me at a quaint little cafe and they’re helping me with a demo and to possibly get signed? Right now, just the basics is my work and of course still working from over here with the legacy over there.” she was rambling. She tended to do that when she didn’t quite know how to word things. It could have been very simple. Basically, they were doing the same things but in different departments? However she wasn’t closed off to acting, but she really did wish to pursue music.


Thankfully, the bigger conversation about their parents had died down, because it wasn’t a topic either of them wished to discuss, because it wasn’t a pleasant topic. One that could easily be ventured from! In fact it was quite easily done when he pushed the glass back into her hand. He was advising her not to be a good girl and to drink. Well, he did have a point it was the fanciest party she’d ever been to and by chance it could be the last. She glanced down at the glass and then up at him and tilted her head. ”And if I over enjoy myself I’m going to blame you Dan.” Okay, no she wouldn’t blame anyone. She could do this in moderation. It was just she was timid to do most things. Plus, she didn’t come here looking to get slightly tainted by their beverages. She came to be present. It wasn’t going to kill her though so she slowly brought the glass to her lips and took a swig of the liquid. Why did some of the finer things taste rather sour? She gave off a small smile and shook her head. ”Is that the acquired taste?” she asked not having that of a clue!


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“I’m sorry I threw you off your game of the compliment that waiter probably could have used to boost his spirits for the night.” She said, and he laughed. “Yeah, you know what? He could probably use that self-esteem boost.” Dan didn’t mean this in a condescending way. He was just suddenly thinking about it from a service industry perspective. How bad must it suck to just wonder around giving drinks to rich, famous people who think they’re better than you? That would be awful. “You know what? If we see him again, we’ve just gotta… say something. Just, y’know, ‘hi, excuse me, you’re a gorgeous man’, something like that.” He was probably getting carried away. It didn’t take much to overexcite Dan. The prospect of shouting borderline sexual harassment at waiters was apparently one more thing to add to the list.

She almost seemed to hesitate before she answered his question about what she was doing back in LA. Almost like she was ashamed of it, or something. Hard to say. “I’m attempting to see if I’m musically inclined? Someone heard me at a quaint little café and they’re helping me with a demo and to possibly get signed?” She said, her voice rising at the end of each sentence. Like questions. Almost as if she was unsure about whether it was true herself. “I bet you’re fantastic.” Dan answered immediately, genuinely enthusiastic. He couldn’t remember ever having heard her sing, but he was suddenly so sure that she was brilliant he didn’t think he needed to. “I bet you’re amazing.”

And he’d admit, a little part of him was kind of glad. Nearly everyone he met seemed to be an aspiring actor or actress, and after the usual ‘oh, it’s only a matter of time ‘til you make it big’ reassurances, Dan would always be a little put out. One more face in the sea of young, talented faces to compete against. He was a little relieved she was trying to make it in music, because he didn’t want any part of him to feel like he was competing against his old friend here. Not when he’d just run into her again.

It was a funny thing, a reunion with someone you used to know well. It’s like you’re discovering them all over again. They seem prettier, funnier, cleverer… just better. You wonder why you ever fell out of touch in the first place.

“And if I over enjoy myself I’m going to blame you Dan.” She said. He couldn’t quite tell if she was serious, so he waved it off. “Pah, you can’t over enjoy yourself. It’s impossible!” but then added, a little more sincerely. Just in case she really was concerned. “I don’t think one glass of champagne will make you get up to too much mischief, but don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on you.” She drunk. He drunk a little too, once again forgetting about the whole spit thing. To be honest it still just tasted the same. “Is that the acquired taste?” She asked, smiling and shaking her head. She didn’t seem too impressed. “To be honest, I don’t know.” He admitted, laughing. “I’m not a big champagne drinker. But everyone else looks like they’re enjoying it and it probably cost a small fortune, so I think it’s supposed to be very good.”

[janet]

Did she sound like a snob? She could see in some instances how that could come off as pure negativity and normally she only meant to be positive. Maybe, the guy was secure in his job and didn’t need a spiritual boost, but then he agreed with which caused her to smile. ”I’d say it might be a tad nerve wracking having to work at an event like this...” again it could come off as snobby, but she knew her friend would know it wasn’t how she intended it! ”I’m sure he’ll appreciate it more from you.” she said a grin forming on her lips, because it probably wasn’t the case. She was sure that he’d have to deal with a bunch of belligerent comments throughout the night but the one Dan came up with would be the most appealing. ”I’m sure we’ll end up being his favorites of the night if we compliment him on how striking he is.” she said and gave a bit of a laugh.

Em well she had always been a rather timid person working behind her sister and her mothers, so she was unsure of herself and where this venture was going to take her. She did want it, but she was a ball of nerves and fearful. She really didn’t like to share her music, but at the same time she wanted too. A smile spread like wildfire across her face when he said he bet she was amazing. It was nice, but she’d see if she could pull it off. Once more he caused her to blush merely because she was unsure and he seemed so confident. ”Thank you.” she said in a tone with appreciation. ”I sure hope so, because I really want to get it out there to be a positive force. Music is so inspiring.” but then again so was acting. Getting lost in a character and taking on a role kind of unlike yourself and the reality you kept. ”We’ll see.” she said at the end of it all but still her smile was unmoved, because the encouraging positive words were swell!

Em, wished to take the spotlight off herself, and it was something she was pretty much use to doing. Diverting it back to him was really quite simple. ”Have you got any auditions lined up or are you working on something?” She had failed to ask before and well it was unmentioned wasn’t it? He knew what she was up to so she was curious to see where he was at in his eight to nine month journey. There was bound to be some sort of exciting story!

Grateful, was one word to describe the fact that she had ran into Dan. If she hadn’t she didn’t know who she’d be talking to right now. It was nice catching up and having someone you were rather fond of to talk to. She could be in a corner some place attempting to somewhat shine. He was just so easy to talk to after all these years. Why had they not spoken in such a period of time?


”I meant fall tipsy.” because she didn’t believe there was even a time where she was drunk so to speak. Nicholls, well they were fairly in control yes? Despite being timid as a high end name they had an image to obtain and uphold. That and Emilee, well as he had said she was good. ”How much are babysitting fees?” she asked grinning once more just joking, but it was nice of him to say he’d look after her. Hopefully they didn’t cause trouble like he said. She could see that blowing over well for the two of them in the peak of obtaining a career in the industry! ”And you...who’s babysitting you?” she asked wary to see if he was here with someone. It had actually just crossed her mind, because she hadn’t seen where he originally came from and maybe she was holding him up. Frankly, when he had spit it out she had saved him, but now they were both drinking the champagne. ”I don’t know either. The only alcoholic beverage I’ve had post this is wine.” to celebrate a big client or something! It wasn’t like she was a big party girl. It was suppose to be very good. She took another small drink of it and pretended to be more flattered by the taste. ”Well, I don’t want to be insulting, so maybe I’ll just pretend like its smooth .” she said and held her glass to cheers with him. ”To old friends, big dreams, and small fortunes.” she said her eyes falling at the gold like liquid.



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“I’d say it might be a tad nerve wracking having to work at an event like this…” She commented, talking about the waiter. Dan nodded, laughing. “It’s nerve wracking enough having to come to an event like this! Coming through those doors, I swear to God, I nearly passed out. I was sure they were going to be all ‘who the fuck are you trying to fool? Get out’, you know? Well, probably not. I guess people know you. And you came with your sister, right? People definitely know her.” He wasn’t sure where this admission had come from. It just slipped out. Much like most of what came out of Dan’s mouth, it hadn’t been planned, considered or examine for remarks that might offend.

“Thank you. I sure hope so, because I really want to get it out there and be a positive force. Music is so inspiring.” She said. Usually when someone said this or something like it, Dan switched off mentally. It was the kind of thing you heard in interviews all the time, out of the mouths of people who just wanted to be famous and didn’t really care what kind of force or influence they had. The same insincere people who had nothing bad to say about anyone. Incongruous bastards. But out of Em’s mouth, he believed it. Maybe because he knew her personally – or had done, really. But she was genuine, and so the words seemed genuine, and maybe this was why Dan was so sure she was going to be amazing. Because she meant it. “You’ve gotta keep me updated on how things go. Tweet me or email me or gimme a call or something. Just let me know how things go with the demo. I’m excited for all the stuff you’re gonna do, I’m not even kidding.” It wasn’t as if he could kid about stuff like this. She knew that – she knew him, and he was always inclined to be honest, even if it hurt another person’s feelings.

She asked him now about auditions and work, and Dan broke out in a huge childish grin. He couldn’t help it. He was excited about what he had going on his own life, too. Really, really, ridiculously excited. Kid-on-Christmas-morning hyped up. “Well, I got a lot of ‘you’re not right for the part’ phone calls, but, uh, I actually landed a role just before New Years. We started filming a couple of days ago. It’s this new movie – sort of r-rated comedy kind of thing. Called Project XY. There are some big names in it, Em. Riley Blackwood is in it. I think it could be really good, y’know, for my career. People might actually know who I am. Really excited.” He paused, attempting to stem the flow of speech. He knew he shouldn’t really dominate a conversation – he hated the idea of being one of those ‘me, me, me’ types. He’d overheard enough snatches of conversation at this ball to know there were a lot of self-centred jerks here, dominating conversations with their shit. But he couldn’t help himself. And he didn’t mean it in a selfish ‘look at me, I’m so awesome’ way. “My character’s much smarter than me, though. Ridiculously smart. when they sent me the copy of the script, I was like ‘whaaat?’ I have no idea what most of my lines even mean.” He laughed. Sadly, this wasn’t an exaggeration.

She asked him how much his babysitting fees were, and he laughed. “Oh I charge a very reasonable rate, and you – as a long lost friend – get a discount. We’ll hash out the details later.” He joked. She then asked him who was babysitting him. “Oh, no one tonight, sadly. I’m here all by my lonesome. That’s a sorry state of affairs, right?” He laughed. “Twenty one year old actor, on the cusp of fame and fortune, and I can’t get a date to this shindig.” He was joking, of course. He hadn’t really looked. He wasn’t so much interested in dating right now. He had his priorities and at the moment, first and foremost was shaping his career into something actually significant. She made a couple more comments about the champagne, admitted that she herself had only ever really had wine – at which Dan pulled a face. He didn’t think he’d ever had wine. He generally drunk beer, or spirits if he was trying to get really drunk really quickly. Now she offered a quick toast: “To old friends, big dreams and small fortunes!” He raised his glass and clinked it with hers, saying, “Hear, hear!”

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Emilee, well she did agree with him, because it was her first big event like this for herself in a certain respect even if she was not here for herself and wasn’t exactly invited. The invitation had a lot to do with her name. She blinked a couple times when people said she knew who she was because of Nessa and moved her free hand to the back of her neck lightly rubbing it glancing about for her sister. ”Yeah, people know her, but it is still pretty nerve wracking for me. I mean the dresses have been at these kinds of events and I bare resemblance to her but I don’t know I guess you’re right.” It was probably more nerve wracking for him then it was her. It just sat slightly uneasy with her, but she liked to keep things optimistic, so she wasn’t going to really make it this big thing, but still all the same it seemed a little perturbed.

Honestly, it probably sounded completely cheesy and typical and did not separate her from many other artists, but someone believed in her, so it was exciting. At the same time she really had to push that it wasn’t genuine, because she needed to get that message across that she was and it was what her goal was, because she didn’t need to seem like any other musician that was out there and square. ”Yeah, sure of course.” she said a little shaky about it because of the slight nerves it of all. ”I mean totally...do you have the same number?” She didn’t even know if she still had it! No she wouldn’t delete it, but sense then she possibly got a new phone and she couldn’t even really remember. That was bad! She smiled widely though when he said he was excited for what she was going to do! ”Okay, I promise to somehow make contact with you.” she said making it more firm. It was a nice feeling. ”But you have to promise to let me know details about your acting career as well...it might me cool to you know go see a premiere or something and support a friend when it comes down to that.” No she didn’t mean if she meant when because she was sure and confident it’d work for him.

The face said it all really when it came down to it! How excited he got and how it popped and his face seemed to light up! He had so much more confidence it seemed with the whole situation. It made her smile just keep form on her face as she listened to him! An R-Rated movies was an interesting way to make your break into the industry! It meant that he wouldn’t have to worry about the critics and having to make a break from like a child-like network even if he was twenty-one years old. Her eyes kind of widened a bit when he said he was Riley Blackwood! That had to be really cool! ”Well, congratulations! I’m really, really, happy for you.” she said with a light nod. It was super great and that was extremely epic! ”How is it working with them I mean obviously it is a big thing Dan, but I mean you got the part, so you’re as good as gold and your right it could be really good for your career. Nice way to land an amazing break it seems.” she said proud and happy for her friend! She asked so she wanted to listen and hear about it all, so she didn’t see it as being self-centered or anything, because she was interested! She laughed when he spoke on his character and said he had not a clue to what his lines meant. ”Oh I’m sure you understand most of it and you’re just being dramatic. Actors are kind of dramatic sometimes.” she said making a cheesy joke because it started with a class of drama or theater, normally. She stuck her tongue out a little bit to let him know she was joking and then realized it probably wasn’t appropriate so she straightened up a little.

A smirk crossed his face when it came down to him saying he’d charge her a reasonable rate! ”Well, thank you I feel content knowing it’s not going to cost me an arm and a leg.” even if she did have finances thanks to the company and the work, but babysitting fee’s could rack up especially at a big even like this. ”Later got it...you’re playing it smart if I get tipsy per say you might be able to get more.” for some this conversation could sound a bit cheeky, but Emilee brought her hand up and did the money signal and wasn’t really that kind of girl. He then said he was here by his lonesome and it was a sorry state of affairs. No one was babysitting him. She continued to listen a little and her hand naturally just went to his arm in a comforting motion. ”Hey now, don’t put yourself down going to an event solo isn’t a bad thing.” she said glancing about and then back at him. ”I’m sure there are plenty women here solo as well isn’t that half the fun meeting a new friend and potentially getting to know someone in a certain respect?” Only she would put hook up in such a casual matter and shrug her shoulders lightly. Technically, she was only here with her sister, but all the same the point was valid including herself but she hadn’t meant to imply anything about herself. She was speaking generally. When he pulled the face she raised a brow. ”What the face for?” she inquired, with curiosity. After clinking and hearing the ’Hear hear’, well she brought the glass up to her lips and took a bit of a bigger drink this go around.

She glanced at the remains and well decided to take them down and then back up at her friend. ”Is it out of the question to ask the babysitter to dance or something?” No, she wasn’t flirting, but he said don’t be good and she wanted to enjoy the experience with her friend.

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“Yeah, people know her, but it is still pretty nerve wracking for me. I mean the dresses have been at these kinds of events and I bare resemblance to her but I don’t know I guess you’re right.” She said, and Dan thought idly about how it was kind of weird and kind of cute how she referred to ‘the dresses’ going to events like they were living things. He was about to comment on it, but then got distracted by thinking about Emilee’s sister. He hadn’t really know Vanessa Nicholls very well – he and Em had been about the same age, whereas she was older, wiser, etcetera. Naturally he’d fantasised about the older sister plenty of times – he’d have to be insane or gay or dead to not think… well. The fact was Em’s sister was gorgeous and unattainable, and actually, in the years since they’d last seen each other, Emilee had grown up to look an awful lot like her. He noticed that only now she’d mentioned that she bore a resemblance. That was also kind of weird. He decided not to comment on that – one of the rare moments where his brain engaged before his mouth did, but some part of him knew: ‘Hey, yeah, it’s kinda funny how you look like your hot sister now’ wasn’t an appropriate thing to say. Like, at all. He decided to err on the side of caution and reply nice and diplomatically: “But hey, next year, right? People will probably totally know who we are then, and that’s gonna be sweet.”

“Yeah, sure, of course,” she said shakily, in response to his request – well, demand, really, he’d expressed himself so enthusiastically – that she contact him about things. He wondered if her uncertainty was reluctance. Had he pushed her too hard, too quickly? Sometimes he had a tendency of being too forceful with people. But hey, she was an old friend, and he was excited. She asked him for his number, and he drew an immediate mental blank. Dan couldn’t remember his own pin number, let alone his phone number. “I’m pretty sure it’s not the same number, and off the top of my head I don’t know it, but, uh…” He patted down his pockets briefly and found in his pants pocket the little wedge of business cards. Juliet, his agent, had printed them for him solely for tonight. His instructions had been to network after all. He had to tell people his name and number, and she knew how awful he was at that kind of thing. Business cards had seemed like a good solution, though he now felt kind of like a douchebag for handing them out. “I have a business card. Don’t laugh. But it’s got my new number on it, so yeah. Give me a call or a text or whatever, any time.” She went on to stipulate that he had to keep her informed on his career as well. “Naturally. We’ve just gotta keep in touch, y’know? It’d be awesome to be friends again. And if I ever, ever get invited to some fancy premiere, you will be the first person I invite.” He promised, crossing his heart with one finger as he did so.

She went on to congratulate him on his part, and Dan grinned – and with a great deal of effort, restrained himself. He’d blabbed on enough about it, and if he got too worked up he’d never be able to shut his mouth. “Oh I’m sure you understood most of it and you’re just being dramatic. Actors are kind of dramatic sometimes.” She said, and he laughed. She was being generous, saying she was sure he understood it. Nope. Dan had many qualities that were good – but a high intelligence wasn’t necessarily one of them. He was okay with that. “True, we have been known to be a rather theatrical race of people.”

“Well, thank you. I feel content knowing it’s not going to cost me an arm and a leg. Later, got it… you’re playing it smart if I get tipsy per say you might be able to ask for more.” She said, and Dan laughed. “You got me. You worked out my cunning ruse to get you drunk and rob you blind. Struggling actor, remember? I gotta pay the bills somehow.” He joked. In truth, he’d burnt very fast through his father’s inheritance. He was living with his half-sister because he couldn’t pay the rent. The whole ‘starving artist’ archetype wasn’t too far off from Dan’s reality right now. But that was all going to change soon, when he got paid for his first big role. “Hey now, don’t put yourself down going to an event solo isn’t a bad thing. I’m sure there are plenty women here solo as well isn’t that half the fun of meeting a new friend or potentially getting to know someone in a certain respect?” She said, and Dan raised his glass in acknowledgment. “You raise a good point.” Dan wasn’t really used to meeting women at events like this. He wasn’t sure how to go about picking a girl up at a ball when she was wearing some frilly dress and drinking champagne and being twice as classy as him. Not his kind of woman, really. But still, it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to find a date, was he? Just to network. And now he’d found Em, maybe to rekindle an old friendship. That’d be a successful enough evening for him. She asked him “What the face for?” and he shrugged – already half-forgotten. “Wine, I think. Can’t stand the stuff. All these high end liquors are wasted on me.” Dan would take a nice, cold unbranded beer over this fancy sparkly champagne any day.

“Is it out of the question to ask the babysitter to dance or something?” She asked, and Dan grinned, “Not at all. As long as one doesn’t mind the babysitter stamping on one’s feet.” He was an appalling dancer. No coordination at all. And he wasn’t exactly sure how you were supposed to dance at this kind of party, anyway. But hey, you live and learn, and he was here to have fun. Why should he care that he didn’t know how to dance? He downed the rest of his champagne and set the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, then reached for Em’s hand. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll show you what ‘zero body rhythm’ looks like.”


note -- sorry it took so long! also sorry that it's rambly and awful, lol. >.<