Date:         Fri, 29 May 1998 14:11:25 GMT
From: Robyn Harris <Robyn_Harris@POST.WESLEYAN-COLLEGE.EDU>
Organization: Wesleyan College
Subject:      Re: [WRITERS] INT: Goldman Pictures Continues with Orchestra and
              Strings

J. Hall,jhall@LEMOORENET.COM,Internet writes:
>        "Here we are," she announced, pressing herself slightly against me as I
>pulled on the brass handle.  The side shuffle turned into a full blown
>waltz with strolling minstrels.
>        "Just like Nick and Nora," I said, "except one of them was a
>detective."
>        She wrinkled her nose at me behind a pair of oversized sunglasses.
>"You don't say," she replied, her mouth twisting into a little grin.  "Well 
>come on, I'm testing for a part."
>        "I think they already did Dark Victory," I muttered, opening the door
>and being hit by a wave of icy airconditioning.
>        Reine laughed.  Tiny lines of something that could have been happiness
>pulled at her face and she showed a mouthful of very white teeth.  "You
>idiot, I'm testing for something better than that old thing," she said.
>        I waited for it.
>        "Salome.  I hear Rita Hayworth is about to have an accident," she
>whispered.
>        The waltz boomed on, a mind of it's own, but the musicians had stopped
>playing.
>        We went in anyway.


        Lareine led Jeff down a dimly lit hallway and pulled him into an office.  
It was empty save for a desk.
        "Nice casting office."
        "I lied.  I just wanted anyone who was listening to think we were coming
 in here for a respectable reason."  She unzipped her dress.
        "Oh, wait a minute..."
        She pulled off the black dress to reveal a light, airy red dress.  "Not
on the second date, Mister.  Actually I need you to change to.  There are some 
clothes in that closet.  I guessed at your size."
        "Do you mind telling me where we are going?"
        "Just like Nick and Nora.  You and I are going to do a little 
investigation."
        "I don't get you, Lady."
        Reine piled her hair tightly on the top of her head.  "I just knew this
Would turn out to be a golden opportunity.  I've been thinking about it all 
night.  I need you."  She placed a Veronica Lake wig on her head and pinned it 
tightly into place.  "Get dressed.  I'll fill you in."
        He looked at her.  "You afraid I'm gonna see you change?  I'll turn 
away." She turned from him and he began to change.
        "See, I've been trying to get Uncle Tony out of the way for a while.  I
stand to inherit everything.  If he goes back to prison I take over, " she shot 
a look over her shoulder, "Nice."
        "What?"  He turned to her
        "I didn't say anything," She had already looked away.  "When I take 
over, I'm going legit.  I'm taking his business into the open, only I'm going to 
clean it up."
        "And?"
        "And now that the cops aren't getting any money for turning away, you 
and I are going to dig up evidence on him and turn it in."
        He walked over to her, spinning her around.  "Are you out of your mind?"
        She looked up with deep brown eyes and dropped her lashes.  "No, I'm 
not.  You are going to help me aren't you?"
        "You could get me killed."
        She leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.  "You are going to 
help me aren't you?"
        "Do I have a choice?"

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Robyn Alyson
tHe OnLy DiFfErEnCe BeTwEeN FaNtAsY aNd ReAlItY iS pErCePtIoN