Hollywood Kills - Chloe

“This is it, I’m finished”

Yep, that's me. Chloe summers. 38th audition failed in six months. I just got home. I just want to relax. I waited 4 hours in the line to deliver two sentences. "Too specific" the casting director said. Too fucking 'specific.' What does that even mean? It means I don't have the look they want. Lines don't matter. It was decided by the headshot. By they cheap shoes I wore into the audition. I was trying to be authentic. It's a fucking waitress role with two lines of dialogue.

It wasn't always like this. You may remember be as Mandy, the ugly duckling from season 3 of 'Devotion High' we were a teen drama that was up against big shows like 'Pretty Little Liars.' If you don't remember this is what I looked like:

I bet I looked happy there huh? Maybe I was, but now it's just audition after audition, failure after failure. I've had a handful of minor parts over the last few years. I do gig work between auditions to try and pay the bills. I live in a shitty studio apartment in the slums of LA. My only consistent connection to the life of my dreams is the view out my one pathetic window that sees the twinkling lights of the hills.

I'm not alone. So I guess there is that. I have a boyfriend. We live together in this apartment that feels like a trash can. You may actually recognize him:

Binky the Brave Bunny! That's right. The terrible YouTube only kids show. My boyfriend, Liam, does his voice. At first I thought it was cute. He used it on me at an industry event and I fell for him. Hard, fast, I thought we were having our Hollywood love story. I had just finished my run on 'Devotion High', he was doing voice work for kids shows, the future was ours. Until it wasn't.

Bills, failure, rejection. That's my life now. Liam? He's still around, but the warmth is gone. Now when I hear that damn voice it makes my blood boil. Oh right, here's Liam:

You can see why I fell right? God those emerald eyes. I just wish they'd look into mine right now when I need them. After the bitter taste of another rejection. Instead he found MY invite to my old co-star's birthday bash in Beverly Hills. I'm tired, I'm torn down, I just want a bath and to feel wanted... instead I g