Reel (Hollywood Renaissance #1) Read Online Kennedy Ryan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hollywood Renaissance Series by Kennedy Ryan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 151085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
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“Find page seventeen in the script,” Mallory says, jotting a few words on a legal pad. “You can read the part of Dessi and I’ll read Tilda. Let’s start with the—”

“Sorry I’m late.”

My head swivels to the door, and I nearly swallow my tongue when Canon strides into the room. He looks scrumptious in an army jacket worn over another hoodie, this one with USC emblazoned across the front. I refuse to be distracted by this, and immediately imagine him wearing an Oscar Meyer Wiener costume. They say envision your audience naked, but the last thing I should do is imagine Canon naked.

The wiener also doesn’t help.

He’s still really attractive.

And I still have a job to do, so I force a casual smile like I’m not completely thrown by his sudden appearance.

“I didn’t think you were . . .” Mallory tilts her head and squints at him. “I mean, you don’t usually—”

“I was close by.” He walks over to the camera, closing one eye and peering through the lens. Adjusts a button on the side and sits at the table beside Mallory. “I have an appointment in thirty minutes three blocks away.”

In other words, let’s get this over with.

Mallory must hear the unspoken command same as I do. “Right,” she says. “So on page seventeen—”

“Do you know why I want this cold, Neevah?” Canon interrupts.

I look up from the script in my hands to find his dark, disconcerting gaze trained on my face.

Is this a trick question? If so, it’s working.

“Um, I guess—”

“Let me just tell you because again, I’m short on time. When I do a documentary, it’s with real-life subjects—people with true stories to tell. You don’t know anything about this movie, but it’s a true story. It’s a life story, and though I’ll take some creative license, I’m looking for someone true. In a documentary, the subject usually doesn’t rehearse to be on camera because it’s about honesty and about instinct and immediacy. There usually aren’t takes. You’ve never read what’s on page seventeen, so I’m not judging if you trip over words or anything like that. I’m looking for truth—who you really are as an artist and as a person. That’s more important to me than if you can memorize lines for an audition and polish up real good to impress us for ten minutes.”

That’s the most words he’s ever spoken to me and I’m trying to absorb them. Trying to use what he just gave me to do my best. To show him who I actually am and to tell the truth.

“Okay,” he says. “Now in the script, turn to page seventeen.”

8

Dessie Blue

DESSI BLUE

Screenplay by: Verity Hill & Canon Holt

Story by: Verity Hill & Canon Holt

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WORKING SCRIPT

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P. 17

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EXTERIOR – LAFAYETTE THEATRE – NIGHT

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132nd Street & 2nd Avenue: Odessa Johnson stands outside the Lafayette surrounded by hundreds of people waiting to get in. The lit theater marquee sign above reads Macbeth. Scalpers wave tickets to the mostly Black theatergoers, men in their coats and sharp-brimmed hats, women dressed in their finery with freshly-pressed hair. Odessa cranes her neck, trying to see above the crowd, obviously looking for someone. She’s jostled by several people.

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DESSI

Hey! Watch it!

* * *

She clutches her hat when it’s almost knocked off her head and she’s shoved into a girl in the crowd.

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DESSI

’Scuse me. Everybody’s trying to get in.

* * *

TILDA

It’s alright. And if they ain’t got a ticket, they can forget it. ‘Lessen they plan to pay five dollars.

* * *

DESSI

I was kinda hoping I’d get one. A friend of mine was bringing me some money she owes me so I could buy a ticket.

* * *

Dessi cranes her neck again.

* * *

DESSI

But I ain’t seen her. Not that I could find her in this crowd anyway.

* * *

TILDA

Hmmmph. I got a ticket I’ll sell you. My old man bought ’em, but he late. Bet I’d find him with that other one.

* * *

DESSI

He cheating on you?

* * *

Tilda offers a mischievous grin.

* * *

TILDA

Yeah. With his wife.

* * *

Both girls laugh.

* * *

DESSI

I’m Odessa Johnson, but you can call me Dessi.

* * *

TILDA

Matilda Hargrove. Everybody calls me Tilda.

* * *

Dessi looks around at all the people elbowing each other and trying to get into the theater.

* * *

DESSI

Harlem is on fire tonight.

* * *

TILDA

Where you been? Harlem’s on fire every night.

* * *

DESSI

This is different. I never seen the likes of this.

* * *

TILDA

What watermelon truck you fall off, girl? You sound as country as Mississippi.

* * *

DESSI

Alabama, I’ll have you know.

* * *

TILDA

You want this ticket, Bama?

* * *

DESSI

How much?

* * *

TILDA

How much ya got?

* * *

DESSI

A dollar and some change.

* * *

TILDA

Girl. Where you work?

* * *

DESSI

The Cotton Club.

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TILDA

Stop lying. You ain’t yellow enough to work at the Cotton Club.


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