What the hell? you think to yourself."You're all so damn self absorbed. Let everyone else see you for who you are," the man says, now holding the stac... of papers that a second ago was scattered all over the ground. "Maybe next time you'll pay some goddamn attention!" And with that he turns his back on you and starts walking up the driveway. He fishes in his pocket to get his keys out and you notice something shiny and metallic fall out into the grass. The man doesn't stop though and he's. “Yes, Derek?” I answered. “Why hello yellow hair,” he said. I knew he was smiling wolfishly at the jibe, I could almost hear it in his voice. “Please stop texting me.” “So I met this girl at my party over the weekend. Gorgeous blond with bright blue eyes and a winning smile. She hadn’t had sex in a while, I could tell. I manage to get her away from the party for a bit, and guess what? We totally did it up against the basement wall,” he said, ignoring my request and teasing me. “Derek. He might as well have blown up with the house. His bank accounts were just barely enough to cover the monthly bills for two months if something went wrong. Hardly in keeping with his persona as Kenneth Riley: over fifty percent of his take home was unaccounted for. Checking small businesses in the area placed him as an inconsistent shopper at best. A few people remembered seeing him infrequently in the local restaurants and convenience stores but hadn't seen him in several weeks.Assuming that. "I amjust as talented as that Paris Hilton girl. I mean I think I am." Sheeesh. You really do need to have me as you manager, Brandee. Let medo all the thinking and you just do what seems to be part of your verywonderful charms." Okay," I said in my best little girl's voice as I squirmed like a littlevixen in Frank's more than active lap.Within a week I was on the set of my very first movie, Brandee's Ice CreamSocial. The movie title was some kind of joke that I didn't get at firstbecause.