Excerpt:
The morning sun sparkled high in the sky above Los Angeles, and the summer heat had not yet fully invaded the curious world known as Hollywood. A cool, coastal breeze drifted in from the Pacific Ocean, so the infamous L.A. smog was not going to permeate the atmosphere too severely. The traffic at the intersection of Franklin Avenue and La Brea was typical, bumper to bumper and road rage simmering from tempestuous drivers. But it was made even worse today by the arrival of a large moving van in front of the building.
The Franklin Regency was a five-story dwelling that loomed on the southwest corner of the crossway, halfway between the sparkling wealth of the Hollywood Hills and the sordid madness that was Hollywood Boulevard. Everywhere beautiful, young people with fabulous faces and perfect bodies -- every single one of them a struggling actor, model or something or other, trying to keep the bitterness at bay -- jogged, walked dogs, hurried to auditions and roller-bladed. While the homeless (and other un-lovely denizens of ‘paradise’ almost equal in number) who had long ago lost the spark of life, seemed to blend into the background, completely ignored and snubbed by the bronzed gods and goddesses scurrying to an audition for a laxative commercial.
Awe-filled and often-disappointed tourists took it all in, recording it on film and video for the folks back home, wherever that may be. In the bright, mirrored lobby of the Franklin Regency, however, all was cheerful and sanguine.
Rhonda McNutt talked excitedly on a pay phone to her father back in Cordova, Tennessee. Rhonda was nineteen, beautiful, and in the process of moving into the Franklin Regency Apartments.
“Yes, poppa, the truck just got here.” She spoke into the receiver with her thick Southern draw. Outside, the large van containing all her worldly possessions had pulled up to the curb. Rhonda had driven out to Los Angeles the week before and was still in shock that she was actually here. She looked vigilantly around the lobby, at the longhaired rocker guys covered with tattoos, the sexy, gorgeous blondes, and the older men who could not resist winking at her as they passed by. She knew she was in a whole new place, but that didn’t matter. She was in Hollywood, and she was determined to be an actress. I’m here, and I’m going to make it! I’m going to be a star!
“All right, poppa, I’ll call you as soon as the phone is turned on...I love you too, poppa.
Bye.” She gently hung up the phone, and waited for Marina Edwards, the apartment manager. An older woman stepped out of the elevator, clad in a severe dark business suit, and walked purposefully towards the front door.
She turned and gave Rhonda a nasty look, then stepped outside, chatting deliberately into a cell phone. Rhonda sat on a pink plush couch and waited while the moving men began to unload her furniture. She stared up at the famous James Dean poster on the wall. ‘The
Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ was the caption underneath. Not for me, Rhonda thought, my dreams of Hollywood stardom are going to come true. She had dreamt of being a movie star since she was five, and nothing was going to stand in the way of her goals. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and Marina stepped out, accompanied by a tall, beautiful redhead.
“I’m glad this place is centrally located, my agent says I need to get to my auditions
quickly.” She told Marina curtly, glancing down at her watch. "We're just fifteen minutes from Burbank and Warner Brothers, and five minutes from Hollywood and Paramount.” Marina explained. The girl pursed her lips and gripped her designer handbag.
“Well, I’ll think about it. I live in Pasadena now, and my agent is on my case about being late to auditions all the time. Things are starting to happen for me, and my agent tells me that I need to be close to the studios,” she said a little too loudly, glancing over at Rhonda to make sure she overheard.
She thrust her hand out to Marina, who smiled. “I’ll call you.” The girl turned sharply on her heel and headed out the front door, not without sneaking a quick glimpse of Rhonda. She gave Rhonda an uppish glance and darted out the door.
“Marina.” Rhonda jumped up and cheerfully bounded over to her.
“Hey you! Come on in.” Marina unlocked the office door and the two of them ambled in. Marina was in her late thirties, blonde and beautiful, with very white teeth and an enormous smile. The two women had met a few days before, when Rhonda noticed the ‘Now Renting’ sign out front as she was driving around. Marina had leased her a single apartment on the first floor, and now it was time to go over little details. The moving men were placing Rhonda’s things in the lobby.
“Apartment 122, right?” Marina smiled sweetly. She smelled of Noxzema and peppermint chewing gum. Rhonda was so excited she could barely contain herself. My God, I’m really here!
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Excerpted from City of Toys by Lindy S. Hudis, Lachesis Publishing, 2013. Reprinted
with permission.
About the Author
Lindy Sternberger Hudis is an
award-winning filmmaker, author and actress. Lindy is a graduate of New
York University, where she studied drama at Tisch School of the Arts.
She also performed in a number of Off-Off Broadway theater productions
while living in New York City.
She is the author of several titles, including her romance suspense novel, Weekends, her “Hollywood” story City of Toys, and her crime novel, Crashers. Her latest release, “Hollywood Underworld – A Hollywood Series” is the first installment of a crime mystery series.
She is also the author of several erotic short stories, including “The S&M Club”, “The Backstage Pass”, “Guitar God”, “The Guitarist”, and “The Mile High Club”.
Her short film “The Lesson”,
which she wrote, produced and directed, has won numerous awards,
including ‘Best Short Film’ at the Paris International Film Festival,
The Beverly Hills Arthouse Film Festival and the San Francisco
International Film Festival.
She is also a former actress, having
appeared in the television daytime drama “Sunset Beach”, also “Married
with Children”, “Beverly Hills 90210” and the feature film, “Indecent
Proposal”. She and her husband, Hollywood stuntman Stephen Hudis, have
formed their own production company called Impact Motion Pictures and
have several projects and screenplays in development. She lives in
California with her husband and two children.
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