1 Slash Sites

The blare of the phone against my ear was a familiar sound, though the content of the conversation was far from ordinary. “Hey man, what’d they have you wearing tonight?” Topher Ashton, my best mate and co-star, asked through the line. I fumbled with the trousers Gina, my stylist, had sent over for the premiere. Black suit, black skinny tie, white button-down, and black high-top trainers. Classic and sophisticated with a little bit of me.

Tonight was the premiere of 'Save the Day,' our new movie. A year in the making, and now, after shooting and post-production, it was finally here. I was nervous. This was only my second movie, and the first where I had a leading role. My last one? Four lines, two of which were chants in a crowd. Some might call me an extra, but I don't like to speak so harshly.

Topher, a 'Hollywood Heavyweight' as the reporters called him, had been on the scene for ages. Always the star, always the one the girls 'swooned' over. I hadn't expected us to click, given I was a newbie, but he was surprisingly down to earth. Instant friendship. As I struggled with my tie, he complained about his pinstriped grey tux with a green and white polka-dotted tie. “Just because I'm British doesn't give me style,” I laughed, the knot finally sitting right.

“Are you showing up with Princess?” I asked, hearing his sigh of resignation. Rebecca, or 'Princess' as I sometimes called her, was his on-again-off-again. The tabloids ate them up, 'Tophecca' stories every week. He hated it; she relished it. A publicity stunt gone wrong, leaving him tethered to someone he no longer wanted. “Sucks,” I genuinely meant it. She was a controlling bitch.