material girl

andie trang 33 years old dance & vocal coach at juilliard #winetime

[romanravenwood]

"maybe, some scripts are for possible projects and some are for ones i have coming up." he explained, placing his coffee mug on the table "i'm afraid i can't do that. contractual nda's and legal things like that." the president? this woman sounded like she had that one already locked in for him. "i've yet to find out if there's a script that is for me to play the president. i've not had a chance to read through any of them yet"

[andietrang]

"that is ah-mazing. i can't believe the magic is happening right now before my very eyes. oh, no, totally understand. i only work at juilliard and i swear, i had to give over my blood, sweat and tears to clear the background check nevermind all the legal papers. you would be so good in a role like that, i swear. i'd die!" andie gushed before his words actually sunk in. she gave a nervous laugh, waving her hand at his pile of scripts. "right, of course. given i'm yapping on and you're trying to work. so nice-," cool, awesome, swoon-worthy- "to meet you, though."

[artistic-dawson]

"I am not above using my looks to get ahead. I mean, I was given them for a reason, I'd better use them. You better not forget that, it is my thing. I would rather not. Orange is so not our color, clashes with my skin tone." Dawson grinned as she reacted. He had hoped she would be excited. "Just thee, Jamie Park. The icon, the legend herself. Not only that, but we have been hanging out."

[andietrang]

"Oh, don't I know it! Waste not, want not, Wren. That's the way of the world, especially around here. We need to hold onto our hotness in moments of great despair so we can go to work the next day. Boo to orange." Andie shook her head, trying to return to the planet after his absolutely bombshell of a reveal! WTF, right? "Oh my god, what? That's it, I am passing away. I'm dead, deceased. DOA. Tell my mother... 'I told you so'. I literally cannot believe this is happening. I want you to tell me everything but I also don't think I'll survive... Is she as, like, literally amazing as she seems?"

[artistic-dawson]

Dawson laughed at Andie, shaking his head. They always had a good time together, knowing how to get the other going. "I just want to win because I am better, which I am, just to be clear. Just petty enough for community service if we get caught." He winked at her, walking towards the smell of coffee. "Oh, I have a story. I am pretty sure I won Valentine's Day. I got Jamie fucking Park, she let me paint her."

[andietrang]

"Fine, fine... no dirty tricks, just raw talent. And your unquestionably bouncy curls. Oh! And your exceptionally perky ass, we can't forget that. But yeah, all of that together, equals you being better and therefore winning. Ugh, they better not make us wear orange," she laughed as they headed towards coffee. Dawson was ridiculously hot. Like pretty boy hot. It was sickening. "Big talk-," she started to tease before her jaw dropped! "Wh- Who... Jamie fucking Park? What do you mean? Like- Like thee...? I think I'm going to pass away."

[romanravenwood]

interruption after interruption came with sitting in the coffee shop. it was to be expected with the noise and other customers, but what wasn't expected was people approaching him. "nothing exciting. i was catching up on the news and about to dive into some script options." he answered "well then...hello...thanks, i appreciate the support from all fans"

[andietrang]

andie was doing her very best not to freak out right now. it was one thing to work at julliard - she was used to the ultra rich by now, the will-be famous, the nepo babies - but this was roman ravenwood. this was hollywood, baby! she tried to play it cool. "your next big thing? a little exciting. can you give me a hint? oh my god, are you going to be playing the president?" a sexy tv president would be so good for him. for her. okay, she might have been getting a little off track re: being cool. "you're so welcome."

[romanravenwood]

not a man that enjoyed much social interaction outside of work, roman sat in a coffee shop reading the morning news and working on the daily crossword from the new york times before he would start reading his pile of scripts his agent had passed to him. hearing server bringing over his coffee he sat back in nodded in thanks.

"hey, thanks. if you keep those coffees coming when you see my mug empty that would be appreciated"

@tfrstarters

[andietrang]

oh my fucking days... was that roman ravenwood in the corner of this coffee shop? andie couldn't believe it! her straw was left inches form her lips as she gaped. she definitely shouldn't bother this sexy, famous, man even if he was wearing the glasses. andie had already pulled out her phone, blindly texting kelly and dawson to report this sighting. you only live once, right?

"i am so sorry to interrupt, you look super busy- no rest for the wicked, right?- but i think i'd just die if i didn't at least come over and say hi. i am such a huge fan of yours."

[artistic-dawson]

"God, I hope it isn't to scale. I mean, I am brave but not that brave at all." Dawson laughed at Andie; she definitely had a point. "Thank you, I think so too. I'm not sure if I want my reputation to be that I have my friends mess up my competition. Coffee, for now, we can talk about some petty crimes after."

[andietrang]

"So true... You'd need, what? At least four hands to haul that thing from A to B, and that's before you even get to the good stuff. I just call it as I see it, babe, but you're welcome. Boo, but fine, Mister Sportsmanship. Alright, but they better be really petty," she warned, looping their arms as they made a beeline for the gallery's café. "Okay, you now have to tell me about your Valentine's Day mystery hook up. Who did you get?"

[artistic-dawson]

Dawson had been holed up in his studio working on some new pieces. He had been inspired by all the romance and drama he had seen at Logan's party; it had been quite the introduction to the place he was calling home. If every part proved to be this inspiring, his dry spells with his art would be a thing of the past. Today, he was taking in some local art by going to a few galleries.

He walked past a few pieces, mostly just wanting to compare himself to them. "What do you think of this one?"

[andietrang]

"If even half the men in this city actually looked like that, I'd have way less problems. I mean, assuming that it's not to scale," Andie added gesturing wildly towards the raunchy painting. "You could do way better, obvi. That goes without saying... Do you want me to fuck this one up when no one's looking so you can swoop in and save the day? Ooor are we really just doing coffee?"

[femaleknifeclass]

[artistic-dawson]

"You do have a point. It is hard to get most people to see that. Unless I get paired with you or one of the Friday Night Bites cast, I doubt they will appreciate it. A sale would be much better, lust doesn't pay the bills." Dawson smiled at her. "I have not yet. Would you like to grab a drink with me?"

[andietrang]

"Oh my god, could you imagine? I mean, sure, you see filthy rich people around here every other day, but a star? A real-life celebrité? I think I would have to die on the spot. So true," Andie agreed with a dramatic sigh. They were both putting on the show of their lives every other day to fit in around here. "I would j'adore that," she beamed, looping her arm through his. "I never regret, but if I did, it would be not bringing a bigger bag to take the bottles home."

[gabriela-archibald]

"not so much as him but more you. he's not entertaining or encapsulating enough for you. you require someone with a higher iq and a personality, accents only get people so far." it was clear that andie deserved better than what she was currently willing to date "well andie, you can have that one for free, i don't do that often."

[andietrang]

andie was no stranger to compliments, and she could certainly listen to them all day long. she was really being very kind, though. and authoritative. what a combination. "then i won't take it lightly, promise." andie was drawing a hard line under this crappy date in her mind, already forgetting what his name was. "do you need a top-up for your drink?"

[charitydingle]

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2 2007, dir. Kenny Ortega

[qilberts]

[archirenaux]

Patti Harrison as Ruthie on Shrill → 2.02 “Kevin”

[artistic-dawson]

Dawson loved any chance to make new friends in the city, and his art had been getting more attention. Being able to meet new people to help further his career, this was the room to be in tonight. Some of the faces he knew distinctly, but mostly it was a crowd he didn't know well.

He was standing near the bar alone, checking the card he hadn't managed to fill out yet. He knew what he loved, but what would sound the best. "Which sounds worse, loving seventeenth-century art history or talking about art theory?"

[andietrang]

"I say this with all my love, Daws, but both sound devastatingly boring. I know they're not, of course, but on paper... Art is something you need to see, to touch, to feel! Perhaps you should put your creative foot forward and lean on your passion to create. To inspire! To fall madly in lust with whoever at this party. Or, better yet, make a big portrait sale," she added with a knowing grin. "Sidebar: have you tried the Malbec yet?"

[gabriela-archibald]

she looked over at her and flashed her a smile "thank you, that's kind of you to say. you're looking great yourself, i hope you're not wasting an outfit that good on a man that boring" she had been people watching in the bar and it was almost painful how out of his league she was. "you deserve better than whatever he's trying to offer"

[andietrang]

"oh, god. is he so much of a snore you could see it from over here? i'm so embarrassed right now, you have no idea. this is what i get for hearing an accent first and the actual words second. i've just escaped him explaining the 'off-side' rule." andie let out a dramatic sigh before looking back over to her, grinning. "thank you. please feel free to stroke my ego any time. you can even call me andie while you're at it, gorgeous."

[atticus-bass]

he was fine minding his business but people wanted to strike up conversations with him, this was torture "business tends to be very serious, miss trang. unlike that joke of a human you've got in there with you"

[andietrang]

"oh, him...," she sighed, holding her glass to her temple as if his very existence caused her pain. lowkey, it did. "not my finest hour, i know. i was trying to give something new - something different - a chance and look where we ended up? i'm thinking of ditching, i just need the perfect excuse. dramatic, but not fatal. unfortunately, i don't have very serious business to fall back on."

[atticus-bass]

hearing his cousin had heeded the warning he was given and returned to the upper east side had eased some of the tension in his shoulders. it was easier to keep chuck out of trouble when he was in the same time zone.

atticus stood outside the bar, smoking his latest cigarette like his life depended on it. passing the time he was working his way through his emails, sending one reply after another in rapid response.

@tfrstarters

[andietrang]

andie had found a moment to escape her date, if only for a few minutes. he didn't believe in smoke breaks, so she'd left him watching the bottles of brut. once free, she pressed her back against the wall and finished off her glass, shoulders deflating. she snuck a look to the side of her, brow raising. "now that sounds very serious."