Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Instead of griping about it, I decided to be thankful for all of it, but I’m still going to pick and choose what I want to add to my resume. Shooting for the series’ first season had just wrapped up, but there was no need to worry about having too much free time on my hands to think about my lacking sex life because I’d pitched an idea to my agent, and before I could hang up the phone from talking to her someone had okayed it. So, I’ll be as busy as ever when I get back to L.A. as well.
As if that’s not enough, Sydney has been in my ear about starting the fashion line I’d been dreaming about for years. Next to acting and singing, fashion has always been of great interest to me; I just never thought I’d have the time or that anyone would be interested.
It’s funny that Janie Andrews turned Sumner, and her friends catapulted me into the spotlight in a way no PR firm could’ve ever done. At least, that’s what I tell myself these days instead of dwelling on the negative. And it’s true in a sense. Had they left me alone, I’d have been nothing more than a jilted ex, and she’d have become the wife of the most popular teen idol while I disappeared into the background.
It’s a given that this town is all about the winner; no one likes a loser in L.A., morals and ethics be damned. So, no matter my accolades and achievements, the fact that I’d been jilted and was not part of the ‘it’ crowd should’ve sent me into the ether as so many before me had been relegated to.
But her constant bullshit has seen to it that I’m on the front of every gossip rag at least twice a month, and my fans, who probably would’ve faded into the background along with me as well after all this time, are staying on her ass for being stupid. The more dumb shit she does, the more offers I’m fielding. I could tell her to take it easy so that I could catch a break from all the offers from reputable companies who want to work with me, but why bother? Her insanity is keeping me sane.
Now, unbeknownst to me, I didn’t know because I was too busy working and living my best life; someone had snapped a picture of me while on vacation. I guess they’d been waiting for the Ryder thing to calm down before releasing it to start more drama. You’ve gotta love the heartless wonders that walk the earth as men.
Anyhow, this delightful being decided to sell a rather unflattering picture of me while sunbathing, and it was now plastered all over the Internet for the world to see. Now sure, I’d gained a few pounds, what with the medications I have to take, not only to make sure the life-threatening disease that inhabits my body doesn’t return but also the ones I must absolutely take so that I don’t lose my shit and take out every last one of my enemies on a bad day.
You’d think these parasites would be glad that I was taking one for the team, gaining weight in a town where that is professional suicide for the wellbeing of everyone, especially her and the hellspawn she calls friends, but no, they’ve decided to use it as fodder for one of their heckling parties.
I woke up that morning, and wouldn’t you know, it was the day I was heading back home for the next six months to work on the craft and design show. Someone had thought it was a good idea to offer me good money to shoot from my home, of all places.
Crafting is one of those things I love to do. I just never saw it as a business idea, but this producer had gotten wind of the fact that I liked crafting and decided that it would be a good idea to record me doing it. Hopefully, I don’t fall flat on my face, but any chance to keep busy is good.
So, I woke up this morning getting ready to leave, and the phone rang, and it was Rachel with the news that I was once again the topic on everyone’s tongue and why. I hung up the phone with her and looked for the image and tried for the life of me to see what was wrong with the picture and could find nothing. I actually smiled at the damn thing because I thought I finally had the body of a woman.
When I’d lost half my body while going through chemo that first time, that’s when I thought I was at my worst, but I forgot that I lived in a town where people were paying thousands to suck the flesh off their bones to look good. To them, my dying state was perfection. Stuff like that, quite frankly, is what helped me to pull away from that mindset and not give a crap about what those people thought.