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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“It’s fine. I grabbed some stuff, too. Katherine’s been really generous.” I shuffle a stack of the multi-colored cards I keep for storyboarding. “Thanks again for talking to her about including some of the new things we discovered.”

“It was nothing. She’s sweet.”

“You’re good with people.”

“Not all people,” she says, something like irony inflected in her voice. “Sometimes it’s easier to be good with people you don’t know than the ones you do. Than the ones who know you.”

My hands still, and I’m not sure how to respond to that. Everyone tastes my impatience at some point, especially when I’m working. Neevah will probably find that out for herself.

“Well, you were good with Katherine,” I say. “And it’ll help us in the long run.”

“Thanks.”

“So you’re still with Splendor. How’s that going?”

Why am I extending this conversation?

“Yeah,” she replies. “Same. Still understudy, but I have gotten onstage a few other times. The lead had a stomach bug—not that I wanted her to be sick or anything. I just meant—”

“Of course not. So you’re staying busy.”

“I’ve been gigging a little more, too, when I can. Like singing some here in the city.”

“You have a beautiful voice.” Unnecessary compliment.

“So do you,” she says.

“Me?” I breathe out a surprised chuckle. “I can’t hold a note in a bucket.”

“Oh.” Her laugh dips low and has me gripping the phone tighter. “I meant . . . talking, I guess. I like your voice when you . . . talk.”

It’s quiet on the line for a few seconds while I play that back, irritated with myself for wanting to ask her what else she likes about me because that doesn’t matter. It can’t. Even separated by thousands of miles, tension coils between us—a rubber band that if pulled too hard, will pop. I’m honest enough with myself to acknowledge it, but doing anything about it? No damn way. Hell, I should have let Evan or Graham handle this, though that would have drawn their curiosity.

“Uh, thanks,” I say abruptly. “So look for the details and travel arrangements from Graham in the next day or so. Verity has reworked the script. We’ll send over what you guys will read for the screen test, though it won’t be much.”

“I can’t wait to read Verity’s changes.”

“It’ll keep evolving, I’m sure, but it’s getting there. We want to get a little with you and Trey to see how you vibe. Graham will send the scene over.” This has got to be the most pleasant, stilted conversation I’ve ever had, but I need to end it. “I gotta go.”

“Oh, sure. Of course. I’ll be on the lookout for the script. I guess I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah. See you soon. Take care, Neevah.”

And then I do what I should have done five minutes ago.

I let her go.

17

Dessi Blue

INTERIOR – SAVOY BALLROOM – NIGHT

* * *

TWO SHOT – Dessi and Tilda. They are in the employee’s coatroom, preparing for their shift as hostesses at the Savoy. Both wear loose ’30s era dresses. They hang up their coats. Tilda starts to walk out, but Dessi catches her arm and snatches the slouchy hat from her head.

* * *

DESSI

You gonna dance with that hat on?

* * *

She hangs the hat on a nearby hook, looks around, checking for any witnesses, and pulls Tilda into her arms.

* * *

DESSI

And you forgot my kiss.

* * *

She cups Tilda’s face and kisses her, rubbing her back intimately.

* * *

TILDA (WHISPERING AND PULLING AWAY)

You crazy! You gonna get us fired, Bama.

* * *

DESSI

Buchanan don’t care ’bout two girls kissing.

* * *

TILDA (WHISPERING)

I’ll kiss you when we get home. I need to find a man to kiss tonight so we can make rent.

* * *

DESSI

Don’t say that, Till. Don’t do that. I told you we’ll figure it out. You don’t have to—

* * *

TILDA

Look, I been on my own since I was fourteen and I been knowing what’s what since then. Don’t make me no never mind if I gotta give a little something up to get a little something back.

* * *

DESSI

What about a rent party? Folks from the third floor raised all their rent in one night last month.

* * *

TILDA

You ain’t gonna find my hand out asking for something I can get myself. They oughta be ashamed, charging Negroes twice as much when we ain’t got half what they got.

* * *

DESSI

Well, we know shame don’t come in white.

* * *

TILDA

Sho don’t.

* * *

She gestures to the red dress hugging her curves.

* * *

TILDA

But rent come in red.

* * *

Dessi pulls Tilda into a hug and kisses her neck.

* * *

DESSI

How about you let me find a way? Give me tonight to raise the rent. You know he can’t do it like I can.

* * *

They exchange a heated glance before Tilda shakes her head.

* * *

TILDA

That don’t pay the rent, Bama.


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