*I'm back! After a writing hiatus, I've found the want to write again. I realise also, that, after writing this first part, I have another series with Jennifer in. Nothing wrong with Jennifer though, right? Anyone, hope you enjoy.*
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I had settled quickly into Hollywood, finding myself in the deep end within the first month. I'd had a script laying around my apartment in London for years, it was a passion project that I was, at first, reluctant to show to anyone. Finding myself, however, with the opportunity of a life time, I gave in and had my script sent out to multiple studios. There were a fair few rejections, which had me disheartened, but there's always a silver lining, and that was in the form of one studio taking a chance.
With some work, they agreed to fund the film, with me at the helm as Director, we quickly began to send the script out to potential actors who could fill the roles. One in particular, who I never imagined would respond, was Jennifer Lawrence. After a week from initially sending the script out, I had a phone call whilst I was out for lunch with the producers. It was Jennifer's agent! Apparently, she was dying to meet me and talk about her role in more depth and was 100% on board with the project.
We arranged a meeting spot and time. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, she was a massive star, and gorgeous. I'd scrubbed up a little better than usual. A t-shirt, with a print on the front, a casual blazer over the top, with brown shoes and regular blue jeans. I wanted to make a decent first impression.
In the heat of LA, I was sweating buckets, sat in my small office space, swiveling around in the chair, tapping my fingers impatiently. A knock at the door had me drag my feet against the carpet, stopping the spin. I jumped up and scrambled over to the door. It was just one of the writers. She came in to join me, Jennifer had agreed to a short audition also. Carol, the writer, was a good distraction, until another knock at the door.
I open it and am greeted by a face I've seen a thousand times on the big screen.
"Hey!"
I smile and swing the door open. She steps in and surprises me with a hug. My toes curl up in my shoes as I awkwardly return the hug. With all the pleasantries out of the way. We all take our seats. Jennifer is in ripped jean shorts, and they are short, barely covering her thighs. A loose strappy top and a bikini bra on underneath that's knot is poking out the back behind her neck. Her hair is tied up in a pony tail. I couldn't help but keep glancing at her ample chest. My mouth was dry and hands clammy.
"Weather is killing me today! Bet you're not used to it in England." She laughs and looks over at me.
I manage a nervous laugh in response and agreeing.
"Thank you so much for coming in." I say.
"No need to thank me, the story is amazing and I love the character Geraldine and her interactions with Ben."
"Thanks. My agent told me you had a few questions regarding the role?"
We spend the next hour talking. I try my best to convey the image and idea of how I saw the characters and their world, obviously open to Jennifer's interpretation and how she might put her stamp on the film. I was in awe, transfixed on her glinting eyes, plump lips and an infectious smile. She shied away when she caught me staring, tucking loose hair behind her ear every time.
"Right." Carol interjects as we finish answering questions. "How about we take a break then get on with the audition?"
"Sounds great!" Jennifer says, I agree.
Carol gets up, closing her notes and leaves the room. Jennifer crosses her legs and leans back into her chair, puffing out her cheeks.
"Nervous?" I jest.
"Haha, as if, what do I have to be nervous about -- you can't seem to take your eyes off of me." She smirks, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.
"Well -- you know -."
"It's okay." She stops my stuttering. "I won't tell if you don't." She winks and Carol comes back into the room.
I jump and try to quell the urges making my cock bulge. I had my whole body tense, I wasn't expecting Jennifer to be so -- forward. As much as I'd had moments with Holly Willoughby and Amanda Holden, and I was very much attracted to them both, Jennifer was on a whole other level. As Carol takes her seat, she readies the camera and makes sure it's all working.
"So we're going to be doing the scene between Geraldine and her father. Is that okay?" I ask.
"Ready when you are." She smiles.
I nod to Carol and the light flashes red. I take a breath and clear my throat.
"Geraldine! I will not allow it, as long as you are under this roof, in the eyes of God!" I do my best to put on an American accent.
