Pinch Hit by Tim Green

Author:Tim Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins

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SAM

Stu was the key.

That’s what McKenna said, and Sam had to go with what she said. Without her, he was blind, deaf, and dumb. She said Stu knew everything and had seen everything.

“They said he was the one who lined up the detective agency that caught Brad Pitt with Angelina when he was still married to Jennifer Aniston,” McKenna said, “so you know he’s got the connections. Get him to take care of the script first, then you spring it on him. All he has to do is give you a name. We can take care of the rest.”

So, they had lunch and played Nazi Zombies until Gabriel knocked on the dressing room door to announce that Stu had arrived and remind Sam about the radio interviews.

Sam could hear the loud agent outside the dressing room talking in a shout to the director, telling him how great he was. Even in just the few hours he’d been exposed to this life, Sam already knew that everyone said everything was “great.” Nothing was ever bad. No one was unhappy. You just didn’t frown, not in public anyway.

“Boychik!” Stu barged in wearing a dark pinstripe suit with a tie so red it made Sam blink. “You’re the greatest. The biggest star in my galaxy. I said to Tom Hanks just the other day, I said, ‘Tommy, you’ve been eclipsed. Trevor Goldman is outshining everyone.’ You know what he said? He said, ‘You tell Trevor he messed in his diaper on the set of Bombshell.’ You remember that flick?”

Sam just stared. He had never heard of it.

“Right, everyone tries to forget that one. Ha-ha! Look at you. You need to eat. I tell you that all the time and I sound like my bubby, I know, but I can’t help myself. Eat. Eat. Eat.”

Stu seemed to catch his breath as he looked around the room. “Good. Skittles like you like, purple and red only. Xbox. The beautiful costar. Ahhh.”

Stu clucked his tongue, scolding Sam. Sam’s face burned, and he looked away from McKenna.

“So,” Stu said, “let’s talk business. This script…”

“I want you to read it.” Sam lifted it off the coffee table, handing it to Stu.

“Sounds like it inspired you.” Stu turned to McKenna. “And you, right? It inspired you? You want to play something in this?”

“I love old-school horror,” McKenna said.

“Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Friday the 13th, that kind of stuff,” Sam said.

McKenna nodded. “The father in Dark Cellar has a girl my age. It is so good, and scary.”

Stu hefted the manuscript and flipped through the first couple pages. “Okay. Okay, I see where it’s going. Not bad. Could use a punch-up, but obviously a solid writer. Never heard of this guy, though. Randall Palomaki?”

“So, we discover him,” Sam said.

Stu looked at him.

“You discover him,” Sam said.

Stu smiled. “That’s my job. Okay, I’ll read it. You had me at ‘hello’ kid, you know that. Let me give you my read, then I’ll talk to your dad.”

“My dad?” Sam said, deciding he had nothing to lose.

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