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Authors: John Scalzi
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Tea was dumbstruck. It couldn't last. It didn't. “Gee, Tom. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“The vote of confidence isn't for you, Tea. I'm giving you two choices here. The first choice is to sit here, shut up, and do what I tell you. We may have an outside chance of saving your career if you do. The other is
not
to sit here, shut up, and do what I tell you. In which case, I'm dropping you and you can get the hell out of my office. It really doesn't matter to me which you do. Actually, I'm lying. I'd prefer it if you left. But it's up to you. What's it going to be?”
not
to sit here, shut up, and do what I tell you. In which case, I'm dropping you and you can get the hell out of my office. It really doesn't matter to me which you do. Actually, I'm lying. I'd prefer it if you left. But it's up to you. What's it going to be?”
Tea sat there with a gaze of pure, unadulterated hate. It was unnervingly arousing. I ignored it and went on.
“All right, then. The first thing you're going to do is apologize to Amanda.”
“Fuck, no,” Tea said.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, “or we have no deal. I realize you didn't notice this while you were dismantling her, but Amanda may have been the only person in the entire Los Angeles metropolitan area who actually genuinely liked you. There are seventeen million people in the LA basin, Tea. You need her.”
“The hell I do,” Tea said.
“Tea,” I said. “Two words. âBoinking Grandpa.'”
“Fuck,” Tea said. “All right.”
“Thank you,” I said. “The second thing you're going to do is trust me. Amanda isn't much to look at at the moment, but she's going to devote more of her brain to you than she does to
herself. Work with her. Try to be nice. In the comfort of your own home, you can stab life-sized dolls dressed up to look like her, for all I care. But give her something to work with. Understand ?”
herself. Work with her. Try to be nice. In the comfort of your own home, you can stab life-sized dolls dressed up to look like her, for all I care. But give her something to work with. Understand ?”
“Fine,” Tea said. She was hating this.
“Great,” I said. “Off you go, then.”
“What, you want me to apologize now?” She was genuinely shocked.
“No time like the present, Tea. She's in the building, you're in the building. It's more convenient that way.”
Tea got up, gave me one last glare, and exited the office, slamming the door on the way out. I sat there for a good fifteen seconds, and let out a tremendous
whoop,
and began spinning my desk chair around.
whoop,
and began spinning my desk chair around.
Miranda came into the office. She had something in her hand. “Tea left looking like she was going to implode, Tom. You must have done a number on her.”
“Oh my
God
,” I said, stopping the spin cycle. I felt pleasantly dizzy. “I've been wanting to do that for
years
. You have
no
idea how good that felt.”
God
,” I said, stopping the spin cycle. I felt pleasantly dizzy. “I've been wanting to do that for
years
. You have
no
idea how good that felt.”
“Sure I do,” Miranda said. “You left the speakerphone on.”
She extended her hand to me. In it was a digital voice recorder.
“What's this?” I asked.
“A memento of your special Tea time,” Miranda said. “Sorry. I just couldn't resist.”
Â
Michelle
speared a sliver of chicken from her salad. “I'm thinking of dyeing my hair,” she said, and popped the chicken in her mouth.
speared a sliver of chicken from her salad. “I'm thinking of dyeing my hair,” she said, and popped the chicken in her mouth.
“Blue hair only looks good on Marge Simpson, Michelle,” I said.
She wiggled her hand at me. “Ha ha, funny guy. No, I'm going to dye it brown. You know, for the part.”
“What part are we talking about, if I may ask?” I said.
“Hard Memories,”
Michelle said.
Michelle said.
Now I knew why I was sitting inside the Mondo Chicken in Tarzana. Michelle and I had met there years ago, when she was a waitress named Shelly, looking for an agent, and I was a newly minted agent looking to get laid. She turned out to be the more determined one; I never did have sex with Michelle, but she got me as an agent. She took it as a lucky omen (the getting the agent part, not the part about not having sex with me); since then, any time Michelle had a special occasion to mark or an announcement to make to me, she did it at Mondo Chicken.
So far it had included six movie decisions, one double funeral when her parents died in a car accident, three engagements (and subsequent breakups), two religious epiphanies, and one pet euthanization. There were a lot of memories between us, packed into one moderately overpriced eatery in the Valley. The fact that Michelle decided to tell me about wanting
Hard Memories
here was a very bad sign. It meant that she was determined, and that there was going to be little I could do to change her mind.
Hard Memories
here was a very bad sign. It meant that she was determined, and that there was going to be little I could do to change her mind.
But, of course, I had to try. “
Hard Memories
is already taken, Michelle,” I said. “Ellen Merlow's been signed for the part.”
Hard Memories
is already taken, Michelle,” I said. “Ellen Merlow's been signed for the part.”
“Not yet,” she said. “I called. It's only an oral agreement. I think I can make them change their minds.”
“By dyeing your hair?”
“For a start,” Michelle said. “I mean, it would at least signal that I'm serious. And if I look more like the part, maybe they can see me in the role. Brown hair would change my entire look.” She stabbed at her salad again.
I set down my own fork and massaged the bridge of my nose. “Michelle,” I said. “If you had brown hair, you still wouldn't look a forty-year-old Eastern European Jew. You'd look like a twenty-five-year-old Californian Aryan with hair dyed brown. Look at yourself, Michelle. You're blonde. Naturally. You have Newman Blue eyes. And you have a body shape that wasn't even
invented
until the late nineties.”
invented
until the late nineties.”
“I can plump out,” she said.
“You throw up in panic when you have dessert,” I said.
“I stopped doing that a long time ago, and you
know
that,” Michelle said. “That was a cheap shot.”
know
that,” Michelle said. “That was a cheap shot.”
“You're right,” I said. “I'm sorry.”
Michelle relaxed. “I'll even have dessert today,” she said. “I think they have nonfat yogurt here.”
“It's not just how you look, Michelle,” I said. “Don't take this the wrong way, but you're just not ready for that part. It's a part that's meant for someone much older.”
Michelle pointed her fork at me. “
Summertime Blues
was meant for someone older, remember? When we first got the script, it called for a thirty-year-old woman to seduce those two teenage brothers. When I got the part, it got kicked back to a twenty-two-year-old. That's what re-writes are for, you said.”
Summertime Blues
was meant for someone older, remember? When we first got the script, it called for a thirty-year-old woman to seduce those two teenage brothers. When I got the part, it got kicked back to a twenty-two-year-old. That's what re-writes are for, you said.”
“
Summertime Blues
was a comedy about two kids losing their cherry,” I said. “
Hard Memories
is about anti-Semitism and six million people dying. I think you could agree there's a slight difference in tone there.”
Summertime Blues
was a comedy about two kids losing their cherry,” I said. “
Hard Memories
is about anti-Semitism and six million people dying. I think you could agree there's a slight difference in tone there.”
“Well, of course,” Michelle said. “But I don't see what that has to do with the main character.”
I sighed. “Let me try a different tack,” I said. “Why do you want this role so badly?”
Michelle looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what is it about the role that makes you so passionate about it? What is it about this role that's getting you so worked up?”
“It's a great role, Tom,” she said. “It's so dramatic and filled with feeling. I want to do something like that. You know, something with emotional baggage. I think it's time Hollywood started taking me seriously.”
“Okay,” I said. “Now, how much do you know about the Holocaust?”
“I know a lot,” Michelle said. “How can you not know about the Holocaust? It was terrible, everyone knows that. I saw
Schindler's List
. I cried.”
Schindler's List
. I cried.”
“All right, crying at
Schindler's List
is a good start,” I said. “Anything else?”
Schindler's List
is a good start,” I said. “Anything else?”
“I've been thinking of going to that museum here about hatred,” she said. “I forget what it's called at the moment. Simon something. The Norton Simon?”
“Simon Wiesenthal,” I said. “The Norton Simon is an art museum.”
“I knew it was one of the two,” she said.
“Did you ever read that book of poems I gave you?”
“The ones by that Christmas guy?”
“Krzysztof,” I said.
“I started them, but I had to stop,” Michelle said. “I had to put my dog to sleep around that time, and reading those poems
just made me depressed. I just kept thinking about my dog and crying.”
just made me depressed. I just kept thinking about my dog and crying.”
“Right,” I said. “Look, Michelle, I think it's great that you want to do dramatic roles. I think you'll be great in them. I just don't think that this is the right one.
Hard Memories
isn't just going to take technique, it's going to take knowledge. I know you think you know about the Holocaust and about this woman's life, but I don't think you do. If you were to take this role without knowing anything about it, it's going to come back to haunt you. Melanie Griffith once did a movie called
Shining Through
and on the press junket she said âThere were six million Jews killed in the Holocaust. That's a lot of people!' It didn't help her film any.”
Hard Memories
isn't just going to take technique, it's going to take knowledge. I know you think you know about the Holocaust and about this woman's life, but I don't think you do. If you were to take this role without knowing anything about it, it's going to come back to haunt you. Melanie Griffith once did a movie called
Shining Through
and on the press junket she said âThere were six million Jews killed in the Holocaust. That's a lot of people!' It didn't help her film any.”
“Six million
is
a lot of people,” Michelle said. “I don't see why people would be so upset that she said that.”
is
a lot of people,” Michelle said. “I don't see why people would be so upset that she said that.”
“I know, Michelle,” I said. “That's why I think you should skip this role.”
Michelle glared at me angrily and appeared to be winding up to a tirade when her eyes slipped into her skull, leaving only the whites visible. Her mouth dropped open slightly. She dropped her fork onto the table. I stared, panickedâI had made her so angry I caused her to stroke out. I was in the process of yanking out my cell phone to dial 911 when she snapped back.
“That's better,” she said.
“Jesus Christ, Michelle,” I said. “What was that all about?”
“I've been going to a hypnotherapist,” she said, “to help me handle my stress. He placed an autosuggestion into my subconscious so that every time I get angry or stressed, I sort of float away for a couple of seconds. It's really helping me deal with my issues.”
“Let's hope you don't have any issues while you're on the 405,” I said.
“Well, I usually stress out in traffic jams, so it's not a problem,” Michelle said. “I'm not moving anyway. Listen, you just made me very angry back there.”
“I know that now,” I said.
“You're supposed to be my agent, you know,” she said, “and that means helping me get the roles I want.”
“Yes, but I'm also your friend,” I said, “and that means looking out for you. And also, as your agent, I have to look out for the longevity of your career. If
Hard Memories
flopped, it wouldn't stop you from making movies, but it would make folks think twice about hiring you for another drama. And then you
would
be stuck doing
Summertime Blues
and
Murdered Earth
sequels. Very profitable in the short run, but not what I think you want to do all your life.”
Hard Memories
flopped, it wouldn't stop you from making movies, but it would make folks think twice about hiring you for another drama. And then you
would
be stuck doing
Summertime Blues
and
Murdered Earth
sequels. Very profitable in the short run, but not what I think you want to do all your life.”
“I don't even want to do this
Murdered Earth
sequel,” Michelle said, sullenly. “Any way I can get out of it?”
Murdered Earth
sequel,” Michelle said, sullenly. “Any way I can get out of it?”
“Afraid not,” I said. “We've gone beyond the oral agreement stage. Besides, you've got twelve million plus back end. You're unbelievably rich now. Enjoy it.”
Michelle poked at her food. “The only reason I got the first film was because Brad wanted to screw me.”
“There was more to it than that, Michelle,” I said, and that much was trueâat the time, she had also been cheap to hire. “But look at it this way: now you get to screw him. To the tune of twelve mil.”
Michelle shrugged and looked down at her plate. “All I'm saying is sometime soon I'd like to get to do something where the reason I got it wasn't because someone wanted to get in my pants.”
I remembered why I had started representing Michelle. I felt unbelievably filthy.
“You ready to go?” I said.
She looked up at me. “What?”
“Let's go,” I said. I pulled out my wallet and set down a couple of twenties.
“I haven't ordered dessert yet,” Michelle said.
“I believe that you would have eaten it,” I said. “Now I want you to come with me. I have an idea.”
Across the strip mall from the Mondo Chicken was a Barnes & Noble. We went in.
“What are we doing?” Michelle asked.
“Getting research materials,” I said, and sat her down in one of the store's chairs while I went shopping. I picked up Hannah Arendt, Primo Levi, Elie Wiesel, and Simon Wiesenthal. I grabbed
Hitler's Willing Executioners, Denying the Holocaust, Shoah
, and
Why Did the Heavens Not Darken?
I went to the graphic novel area and fished through costumed superheroes until I found
Maus
. On the way through the fiction I spotted
Sophie's Choice.
I grabbed it. Couldn't hurt.
Hitler's Willing Executioners, Denying the Holocaust, Shoah
, and
Why Did the Heavens Not Darken?
I went to the graphic novel area and fished through costumed superheroes until I found
Maus
. On the way through the fiction I spotted
Sophie's Choice.
I grabbed it. Couldn't hurt.
I had no illusionsâthese books were enough to confuse graduate students, let alone Michelle, who was, at the very best, a middleweight in the intelligence arena. I couldn't even imagine what she was going to make of the concept of “The Banality of Evil.” But we had eaten at Mondo Chicken, and that meant something. She'd kill herself slogging through all these. And who knows. It could take. Stranger things have happened.
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