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Since
Derek can remember, he’s wanted to be an actor. No other reason but
the fact that he always wanted to be other people while still being
himself, to justify his feelings. It took him a long time to work up
the courage to pursue it, but at nineteen, with luck and the help of
some of Laura’s friends, he got his first job.

It’s not
the easiest job, and he loathes
not being able to go to his mom’s birthday because he’s on the other
side of the world at some fancy event, but it’s all worth it. He’s finally doing what he loves.

What
he dos not love
though, is having to deal with asshole journalists and close minded
TV presenters. God, that he wished he could avoid.

“Julie
was nice, you remember her, right?” Isaac says for the tenth time.
“And she’s pretty too.”

Derek
glares at him, and then at Lydia. “Fifteen minutes.” He grits
out.

She
raises an eyebrow, but smiles like she’s just won a big prize.
“Thirty.”

“Twenty.”

“Deal.”
She says, turning around to go fetch the journalist, while Derek
collapses on the couch and accepts a bottle of water from Isaac.

“Do
you think she would give me her number?”

Derek
snorts, despite himself. “Good luck with that.” He still
remembers the last guy Lydia dated – the asshole is never getting a
job in Hollywood ever again. “Just never cheat on her.”

“Like
I would.” Isaac scoffs, smiling at he watches Lydia walk back into
the room. “Good luck with that.”
He points out as the reporter following Lydia waves excitedly.

“Thanks.”
Derek sighs. Here it goes.

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