evamarsâ:
Eva swallowed the bit of nonalcoholic chocolate liqueur she had in her mouth before gazing at Samantha.
She listened to every word and stared at her.
She seemed genuine, and Eva decided to be genuine in return.
âAh⊠okay, woah. Well⊠thereâs a lot of hurt still there. My career is in the crapper, the media calls me a basketcase, I canât sleep without pills, I canât stay awake without pills, if I hadnât accidentally picked up the nonalcoholic chocolate liqueur Iâd have been drunk off my ass by now because I have a drinking problem too, my husband feels bad for me all the time, I havenât been getting movie roles lately either, Iâm probably in debt. Something has to give from your apology and from you being here. I donât wanna sound like a bitch, but you owe me. I-â
Eva gasped as she cut herself off before her eyes widened a bit. She just let it slip that she was married.
âShit⊠I just let the cat out of the bag didnât I? Look, you didnât hear that. Iâm so not married to my manager. Fuck! Alright, just please donât tell anyone.â She begged.
âWe need to fix this, to get my career back on track and to I dunno give you brownie points or something. But Iâm looking like a joke back in Tinsel Town and you may be the only person that can help me as much as it hurts my ego to admit that.â
Sam listened intently as Eva responded, feeling the sting of every word and knowing sheâd earned it. God, she was really in the absolute shitter and Sam wanted to do everything she could to make things right. It hadnât even registered with her that Eva had said something about being married until the other came all to pieces over it.
Her expression softened considerably at the other oneâs panic. âI donât need the âbrownie pointsâ or whatever, Evangeline. I want to help you get you where you want to be, whatever that is. I want to do whatever I can to help you, but I need to make something crystal clear right now.â
Taking a risk, she reached out and took the otherâs hand, a firm solemnity coloring her voice as she spoke, âYou do not need those asshats in Cali to be a star. Let me make that clear: You can be whatever star you want to be. You have the looks and the chops, all you need are open doors and honest chances. I donât want to know what Hollywoodâs idea of Evangeline Marston wants. I want to know what you, only you, truly want from your career. You can rest assured that I will move heaven and hell to make that happen. You want to be an indie darling, I got you. You want Broadway, Iâll give you the Gershwin. You want to star in a British period drama, I can make some calls. I want whatever it is you want. You are as free as youâve ever been to choose exactly what you want, not what everybody else thinks you want.â














