Authors Note-As this is the 50th chapter in our hero's adventures, I figured it should be someone special. Thanks for your comments and especially your patience with new chapters. Hollywood Jim's adventures are far from over, though and he has plenty more to come, Enjoy!
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A recap; Arriving in Hollywood from Connecticut to work at East Coast Image, his best friend Chris' photography business, "Hollywood Jim" (the nickname Chris gave him that still makes him blush) has had some incredible luck meeting, photographing (and bedding) more than a few Tinsel Town lovelies as their business boomed and took them to film sets, nightclubs, and gala affairs around the country and overseas. So much so it attracted the attention of Artists Unlimited (aka AU), a top Hollywood talent agency with interests in film, TV and music who made them an attractive offer to merge their talents. But before a final decision could be made, Chris died in a car accident on New Years Eve. To Jim's surprise, Chris' final act of friendship was to leave the business to Jim. After much negotiating, East Coast Image merged with Artists Unlimited and Hollywood Jim's adventures have only continued.
The memo was sent company-wide, and secrecy was of the utmost.
Our "beloved leader", Artists Unlimited chief Chuck Tyler was celebrating a birthday and following his return from company meetings in New York, he was welcomed back with a massive party at the home offices. And massive it was. He looked surprised at his wife's ability to keep this secret.
The day after, I received an email from her inviting me to an extended weekend bash at his beach house, in Hawaii. This was another place I hadn't been to in a long time and the last time was when I met up with Jessica and Ashlee Simpson. And this was after the rendezvous I had with Kim Kardashian.
In other words, those islands held many great memories!
Chuck Tyler had made his fortune in studio recording software, then as the first manager of Tigress with Marty O'Brien before selling his interest in them to Marty. Since Chris' accident they'd laid low, I never heard if Marty would be implicated somehow and had no idea if their management was changing, or if they were still together for that matter. In all the time we'd worked with them I'd never gotten as close to them as Chris did so I really had no idea what their take on the whole new years' eve debacle was.
For now though, it was time to get my Hawaiian shirts out of the closet.
I was getting excited again about going there, it had been a long time and if the last bash of his I went to there was any indication, who knows what awaited me.
But first I had to get through a day that was getting worse the longer it went on. The California rains had started up unexpectedly as I was driving in, and the convertible top chose this moment to stop working as I sat in morning traffic, so unlike a Mercedes to have this kind of trouble. I pull in for my coffee and newspapers and find none are available and the guy behind the counter speaks not a word of English so my complaints were no good. I finally get to work and my ID badge isn't working so it took forever to get someone to let me into the garage and the building.
I think I'm entitled to be a grouch today.
Wet, grouchy and pretty pissed off I also get an elevator that barely crawls upward and stops at every floor.
This day gets better and better.
"Hold the elevator, please!" I heard a female voice calling as the doors began to close. I barely hit the button in time for her to get on with another woman.
"Oh, thank you so much!" she said as she caught her breath
I nodded as the doors closed and leaned against the elevators wall, slowly letting my anger and frustrations fade as it continued its creep upward. Although I wasn't trying to, I could hear the pair's conversation;
"I'm still not sure about this, Deb...I'm pretty happy with William Morris, and I've been with them forever. Why switch managers now?"
"Just hear them out, Jen. I've heard a lot of good things about Artists Unlimited. They're supposed to have an awesome photo guy here."
Now my ears perked up! I tried to turn my head so I could get a look at who was speaking without being too obvious. One had short blonde hair and was idly scrolling through a cellphone but the other had thick brunette hair that softly cascaded over her shoulders and wore a stylish khaki colored blazer over a white silk blouse and matching skirt that seemed to emphasize her legs.
The more I heard them speak the more I realized who it was.
Oh, my god!
My eyes were suddenly like saucers and my mind went into overdrive as to what I should or shouldn't say to this lady.
Was it who I thought it was?
Oh my god it was!
Jennifer Love Hewitt, yep, it was her alright!
What do I do?
What do I do?
Hollywood, what do I do?
Do I tell her I loved her movies? Her TV shows or just her body? Where were the gods of witty conversation when I really needed them the most? Not to mention the courage to actually try and say "hello" to her?
"Are you getting off?" I suddenly heard her say
"What?" I somehow croaked out
"The elevator." She said "You must be getting off the on the same floor as me."
"Oh, yes I-I m-must." I said "The same floor, right!" I said quickly, as if I was out of breath.
"Okay, see you later." She said with that classic smile of hers and a little wave as she and her assistant went down the hallway and I stood in the elevator lobby with other employees staring at me.
"Oh, man I better block that one from my memory." I said to myself
But I knew I couldn't, so I could at least smile a little
Perhaps this day would be good after all.
The office that Chuck had promised me was up and running. And I had to admit I loved it. He kept insisting I should have an assistant but for the amount of calls I got I really didn't feel it was necessary, for now at least.
As I got in and tried to towel off whatever rain was still on me, my phone was buzzing.
"Hey Jim," it was Jeff from upstairs "could you bring up those photo sheets from yesterday?"
"You got it."
I pulled a file of photos and headed up to Jeff's office. It was the usual hubbub of activity as I came in. He was trying to get as much work done before going to Chuck's party, he planned to use that as a starting point to his own vacation at the Australian Grand Prix in Melbourne and his desk was piled high with files and paperwork.
"Man did I pick a lousy day to be productive." He said as he looked through the file.
"Could be worse, at least you didn't drive a convertible with a faulty top today." I said "Like I did."
Jeff chuckled
"When it rains, it pours." He mumbled, just before chuckling "Thanks, pal I'll call you later."
As I walked out of the office I could hear Chuck's boisterous laugh down the hall and could see he was walking with someone.
Oh my god, it's her!
I tried to look inconspicuous as I went towards the elevators.
My luck just gets better and better.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Chuck called "Get your tail down here, got someone for you to meet!"
Rats! I was so close to a clean getaway.
A dream and a nightmare just presented themselves to me.
What to do? Ah! Talk fast and play the "I've got a ton of work to do" card. That always works.
"Oh, Chuck I've got a ton of work to do and..."
My excuse was cut off at the pass, and not by Chuck.
"Oh come on, you can't be THAT busy!"
It was Jennifer who over ruled me with that voice and smile. She even seemed to be laughing as she said it. Maybe some of his sense of humor had rubbed off on her.
Now, there's a scary thought.
I was frozen in my tracks, she just had that power, I guess.
Well, so much for playing the "I've got a ton of work to do" card.
