blast from the past ✎ 001
Liv Rooney stamped her foot impatiently, on the brink of throwing her script and storming off the stage. The last audition had left almost five whole minutes ago, and there was no new potential co-star here yet to bore her to tears again. It had been two whole weeks since she’d learned her character was being killed off on the show, and she didn’t want to deal with all the rumors that would come as soon as the finale aired. “Fired,” they would all say. No matter how many times Liv would claim it was just ‘creative differences’ she knew that those vultures in the press would say no one wanted to work with her because she was a diva.
She needed a Sing It Louder costar, and she needed one now. Then she could say she’d left for a new project, instead of admitting that she’d called and begged them to pick up the script she’d turned down months ago. But she couldn’t say that if things didn’t fall into place, and the agonizingly slow process of getting the show off the ground had her nerves completely frazzled. So when the door swung open, Liv let out an annoyed huff, practically shrieking, “Ugh, what took you so long?”
Twirling on her heel, she turned to face the next guy who was sure to try and fail to keep up with Liv… and she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes going wider than usual as she recognized the face. And not because he was some famous actor, or even a B-list celeb trying to get his big break. The face was one from her past, a pen-stealing thief she’d long ago tried to forget. Gasping, Liv brought her hands up to cover her open mouth, then let them fall back down as she asked incredulously, “Holden?”
@dippledorfholden
Holden had been in LA for less than sixth months. He and Andie had moved out there when they’d graduated, when their friend Willow had been offered a scholarship at SCSU. Holden had always wanted to try his hand at acting for real, Andie was excited to actually have a place where art galleries existed where she could show off her welding sculptures, and then there was their band. It had just seemed like the natural next step. The only thing that Holden hadn’t been super sure about was moving in with Andie. It seemed to be working out alright so far though, which made it even weirder that he was still Lukewarm about their living arrangements.
When he’d received a script for a singing part in a unnamed project, Holden couldn’t have been more thrilled. If they let him dance too, he could see it working out great long term - who know, maybe they’d even offer him a recording contract! He’d already finished a Skype audition (a very awkward one in the middle of Starbucks, seeing as the WiFi in his apartment complex was flaky) and an audition in person for the studio executives. He knew he’d done well, and he was so sure they were going to offer him the part when they called the next day.
When his agent had told him they needed him to go back to the studio the next day to perform a chemistry test, Holden was surprised. His agent had promptly told him that the actress involved in the project was a big name in Young Hollywood and that she’d had some bad luck with her last costar, causing her to leave and take a risk on the pilot script instead. When Holden asked who the actress was, his agent said the studio was unwilling to name her. To say he’d had a little more trepidation about the new audition was an understatement - what if his potential co-star was a Lindsay Lohan level train wreck?
Still, he knew he needed the job. He and Andie could barely afford rent as it was, since The Dream hadn’t exactly taken off since Willow could barely practice with her basketball schedule. So he showed up for the audition, ready with the lines they’d prepared for him and hoping his mystery costar wasn’t te devil reincarnated.
Holden waited in a room with a few other potential actors, making polite small talk, until the casting director summoned him to the stage. As he walked up the steps, a very angry redhead walked off with his self-proclaimed “minions”. Holden watched him stomping as he opened the door, wondering if the girl-in-question had done something to offend him when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up, eyes wide as a familiar blonde turned around to face him. Liv Rooney.
After all this time, what was the chance that he’d see her? That he’d potentially be working with her? Evidently she was just as shocked to see him, judging by the way she said his name. He shuffled awkwardly, trying to deal with the way all the air seemed to be leaving his lungs. “Hi Liv,” He said lamely, trying to force a smile.
