Rowan Coleman

Ruby Parker: Hollywood Star


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      Ruby Parker Hollywood Star

      Rowan Goleman

      

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-one

       Also by Rowan Coleman

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Letter

      

From: Ruby [[email protected]]

      

To: Nyd a [[email protected]]; Danny [[email protected]]; Rnnie [[email protected]]; Sean: [[email protected]]

      

Subject: Hello! From Hollywood!

      Hi guys!

      Well, I’m here in Beuerly Hills! We got here yesterday night and I still hauen’t properly got ouer the long flight, the first time I’ve euer flown this far. It makes me feel all fuzzy and backwards. I couldn’t sleep on the plane even though we flew first class and there were beds and everything, I was so excited! Vou wouldn’t believe Jeremy’s house [well, Anne-Marie and Sean might]! It’s gigantic! I don’t even know how big because all I’ve done since I got here is sleep and have breakfast and e-mail you lot. But I can tell you that I have my own bathroom, sitting room, complete with TU and laptop in my bedroom. Which in my opinion makes it more like a house than just a room, but anyway the house is in the hills above L.R. and I can even see the Hollywood sign from the window.

      It seems like a lot of house to have when Jeremy isn’t even here half the time, but I suppose that’s what you do when you’ve made it big in Hollywood. Spend all your money on stuff. It still feels weird to see Mum and Jeremy “together”, holding hands and being all soppy. It was even weirder to leave Dad and Everest at Christmas, especially as me and Dad sort of fell out before I left. I think he is less OK about Mum and Jeremy than he makes out, especially since his so-called girlfriend chucked him.

      Anyway this is my first proper morning in America and I am uery excited. It is warm out [weird for December] and the sky is blue.

      Miss you all

      Rubesx

       Chapter One

      When I opened my eyes this morning I had that holiday feeling, times about one million.

      I always get it when I sleep in a new place. I was so used to looking at the same ceiling, and the same books on the shelves and posters on the walls, that when I opened my eyes I felt a little rush of excitement when I remembered exactly where I was. Sometimes when I was little, after Mum and Dad had kissed me goodnight, I used to put my pillow at the wrong end of the bed and sleep upside down so that when I woke up everything would be topsy-turvy and for a minute I’d have that holiday feeling.

      But on my first morning in Jeremy’s Fort’s Hollywood home it wasn’t only that supercharged holiday feeling I had: it felt like I was stepping out of my life and into a movie.

      I have made a film now and it’s nothing like you think it’s going to be. Every day is long and most of the time you spend waiting around to do your scene, which you usually have to do several times with lots more waiting around in between, and sometimes you can’t even remember where you are in the plot. Sometimes, in fact a lot of the time, making a film is quite boring. So when I say waking up in a movie, I don’t mean waking up on a film set. I mean that on my first morning at Jeremy’s house I felt like I had been zapped right through a cinema screen and straight into a living, breathing fantasy land. Although I knew it was real and that I really was in Hollywood, everything I looked at in my room that morning seemed a little bit shinier, a little more special than it did back at home. It was like the old musicals that Mum loves watching; the colours were deeper and brighter, and at any minute I got the feeling that everyone would stop what they were doing and burst into song.

      I wasn’t surprised because this is Hollywood, and if this is the town where dreams comes true, then it made sense to me that being here would be like living in a Technicolor dream.

      It was certainly a change after the year I’ve had, which has been amazing but exhausting and quite confusing;