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       CHAPTER THREE

      IN THE END, the nap had to wait.

      Noah placed the script reverently on the bed in front of him and reached for his phone without ever looking away from the cover sheet. He didn’t want to break the magic spell the writing had cast over him before he spoke to his agent. He wanted to live in this feeling—in the brilliance and excitement of a perfect story. The way he felt he knew every one of the characters inside out as if he was the characters.

      This film—this was the one he’d been waiting for.

      He couldn’t remember being this excited about a part since... Well, since he’d first moved to LA with Sally.

      Swallowing hard at the memory, he pushed it aside and punched the right combination on the screen to call Tessa, his agent.

      ‘I want this part,’ he said, the moment she picked up.

      ‘Noah?’ She sounded sleepy. Noah did a quick mental calculation of the time difference and winced. Then he decided that, since she was awake now anyway, he might as well continue.

      ‘Eight Days After,’ he said. ‘I want the part. The lead. None of this supporting actor stuff. I want the main attraction.’

      ‘Really?’ Tessa was awake now, if the pep in her voice was anything to go by. ‘You think you’re right for Marcus?’

      ‘Definitely,’ Noah replied, ignoring the surprise in her voice. ‘Trust me. They want me in that role. I will knock it out of the park.’ There was a pause on the other line, and Noah’s confidence took a slight dip. But not for long. He hadn’t got where he was by letting criticism knock him back. ‘What? What did they say about me? You might as well just tell me—you know I’ll hear it eventually anyway.’ That was how Hollywood gossip worked. Confidences were never kept, and secrets always got out. You just had to front it out and live with whatever people had to say about you, Noah had found. He just didn’t let the gibes and the comments get past his defences any more. They didn’t hurt if he didn’t let himself feel them.

      ‘Stefan, the director...he’s worried you might not have the, well, depth for the part.’

      ‘For Marcus?’

      ‘For the best friend part.’

      Noah blinked. ‘The best friend has no depth. He’s basically there to lighten the mood so that no one slits their wrists in the movie theatres.’ If Stefan didn’t believe he could even pull off that part, Noah had a harder path to climb than even he’d anticipated.

      ‘Still. This is a very different movie to the sort you’ve been in before.’

      ‘Lately,’ Noah countered.

      ‘Since you became an actor anyone has heard of,’ Tessa shot back, and Noah winced. Had it really been that long since he’d made a film that mattered? He knew that it had. He’d not taken on a part with substance since he’d got his big break in a summer blockbuster.

      So why now? Why this one?

      Noah shook his head. It didn’t matter why. It only mattered that he get it. One way or another.

      ‘What will it take to convince him?’ he asked.

      ‘That you can play the best friend?’

      ‘No.’

      Tessa sighed. ‘Look, Noah, I think they’ve already got someone in the frame for Marcus—and no, before you ask, I don’t know who. They’re being cagey, though, so that probably means someone big.’

      ‘Someone they’re not sure of, or they’d be telling everyone.’

      ‘Maybe. Why does this matter so much to you?’ Tessa asked. ‘I mean, you’ve been perfectly happy for years playing the big budget hero, the action guy or whatever.’

      ‘You mean as a more looks than talent kind of actor,’ Noah translated. He’d heard the talk as well as she had.

      ‘You said it, not me. But yeah. So what’s changed?’

      Noah sank back against the pillows on the four-poster bed, trying to find the right words. ‘It’s...it’s this script. I mean, I knew I was ready for a change. It’s been seven years since...’ Since he’d taken a part that made him look too deep, search too far to find the character. Since he’d done anything more than drift through his roles without having to think too much about the emotions behind them. Since he’d risked feeling at all.

      ‘Since what happened to Sally.’ Tessa was one of the few people who knew that story. One of the many reasons Noah had stuck with her as his agent even after he had agencies banging on his door wanting to sign him.

      ‘Yeah. But it’s more than that. There’s something about this script, Tess.’ Something that made his heart race, made him want to reach for something more, something better, something deeper, for the first time in a long time. ‘The way it talks about the human condition, about loss, and connection and love...’

      ‘I know,’ Tessa said quietly. ‘That was why I was surprised you want to do it. They’re usually exactly the things you try to avoid.’

      That was the problem with having the same agent for almost a decade. They got to know you—and your weaknesses—too well.

      ‘Yeah, well, maybe it’s time for a change.’ In career terms, if not personally.

      ‘Okay, be honest. Is this about that interview last month?’

      ‘You know I don’t let those things get to me.’ Even if they had said that his films were getting more brainless by the season.

      ‘That one would get to anyone. There’s no shame in wanting to make better movies, Noah.’

      ‘Exactly!’ Better movies. That was the goal. And totally achievable without opening himself up to all the things he’d built walls against years before. ‘So you’ll get me the part?’

      ‘I’ll get you a video call with the director,’ Tessa corrected. ‘That’s the most I can do. Then it’s up to you. But you’re really going to have to blow them away.’ The warning was clear in her voice. They didn’t want him for the part. If he wanted it...he’d have to show them they couldn’t do it right without him.

      ‘I will.’

      ‘I mean it. This part needs real feeling and—’

      ‘You don’t think I can do it,’ Noah realised. ‘And here I thought agents were supposed to be an actor’s biggest cheerleader.’

      ‘I can dig out the skirt and pom-poms if you like.’ Tessa sighed again. ‘Look, I know you used to be able to do it. That’s why I signed you.’

      ‘And I thought it was for my pretty face.’

      ‘That too,’ she admitted. ‘But mostly it was your talent. The way you connected with an audience. But these days... Noah, you don’t even connect with the women you sleep with. Be honest. Do you really think you can do this? Look deeper inside yourself and find all that good stuff I haven’t seen in years?’

      Could he? Noah wasn’t sure. ‘Honestly, I’m not even sure those parts are still there.’

      ‘Well, if you want this role, you better hope they are.’

      ‘You’ll get me the video call?’

      ‘I’ll get you the call,’ Tessa promised. ‘The rest is up to you.

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