Thanks in advance for any and all feedback and votes. I welcome all sent me.
Please, 18 years old and up only allowed. Characters in this story are at least of that age as well, even if not indicated.
I put this in the gay category though I am really not sure. Its a slow developing tale, unlike my other stories. It will again develop into a transvestite/transgendered story, but no cross-dressing yet. Only gay scene is kissing and hand-job, but I thought that qualified. Again, I hope you enjoy.
-------------------------------------------
My name is Sandra McAdams, though my friends call me Sandy. I run a small modeling agency as well as a talent search company which only employs a modest 4 scouts who are sent out to theatrical events and acting showcase events when I feel they are worth our time.
I don't have any big name stars, but I have made a number of women *and* men richer and more famous than they once were (and as a result myself as well, allowing me to afford the rent I pay on this small two-bedroom bungalow I currently reside in here in the beautiful city of Santa Monica, California.)
I really love it here because it is only one block from the beach, and the one thing I love to do besides make people rich and famous is lay on the beach. It's also only a half hour drive from Los Angeles and Hollywood which is also a plus for someone like me. Yes, for this girl life was good.
It was just about 8 pm when the ringing of the phone stopped me from continuing my perusal of the current list of prospective clients sent me by Joseph, one of my scouts. I actually appreciated the interruption as I'd been looking at their portfolios and resumes for three hours now and was getting quite a headache. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my parent's number.
"Hello."
"Hi, Sandy." It was my Dad. "Got a minute to talk?"
"Sure Dad, what's up," I inquired.
"Your Mother and I were wondering if you could do us a favor regarding your brother Alex."
"Sure, if I can," I said. "Just what kind of favor were you talking about?"
"Well," he said. "You know he just graduated high school last year and has been really keen on getting into this acting thing. Its all he's talked about for the last couple years and he really wants to give it a try."
"Actually Dad," I said somewhat guiltily. "I don't remember, Dad. I mean, I remember years ago when I was still living at home he always loved dressing up in his Halloween costumes and playing make-believe, even when Halloween was long past, but no, I had no idea he had taken his love for acting to such a level."
"Well he did honey," he said. "And I figure if he doesn't get this acting bug thing out of his system he'll never mature or grow up into anything resembling an adult, you know what I mean? Plus he'll forever be thinking there was something in his life he missed out on and then never forgive himself or anybody who prevented him from trying to attain his goals for the remainder of his life.
"I'm not saying he's a brat or baby or anything like that. He just sees the world from such an innocent and naive point of view and until he gets beyond this acting thing, I don't think that will ever change. Because of this I've agreed to let him try it out and see what happens just so he can see how much he likes it, hoping he'll learn eventually how much a pipe dream can cost, and what kind of real chore it actually is.
"Trouble is, well honey, you know Ojai. There's nothing up here to help him in that way. My request of you is this: could you take him in down there for a while until he finds a place of his own and also help him find an acting school to go to, as well as some auditions? There's nothing like that up here. You know this place, Sandy. Ojai is the boondocks. A place to come to retire, not a place to go to to grow rich. And don't worry, I'll gladly help pay for his room and board."
"Sure Dad, I'd love to have him," I said. "I mean, we are talking just for a little while right, until he finds his own place?"
"Yes, yes," he assured me. "But I want him to get a job first before he gets his own place. Not an acting job. No, I don't mean that, because I know that would be impossible to happen so soon. But he needs to get some kind of work – as a busboy, a waiter, anything to show he can handle the responsibility of hacking it in the cold, cruel world all by himself, even if you are only a short distance away. Once he does that and gets his own place, if his job doesn't pay enough to cover all his bills, I'll make up the rest.
"So I was wondering if you could help out with that, if maybe you have a few friends or contacts who could help him find his first job. Like I said, it doesn't have to be a great job because I'll pick up the remainder of any outstanding bills he has. I just need him to learn to take responsibility for his life away from the old homestead."
"Well Dad," I said a bit apprehensively. "It will be a bit rough going for me at first here – as you know this is the busy season for the fashion industry and I'm up to my neck with requests for models – but I really love you all and will be happy to do what I can for you, and for Alex. So go ahead and make the necessary plans to send him down. I'll start checking into near-by acting schools. I'll even call around and see if there are any jobs available and open apartments close at hand."
"Thanks Sandy," he said. "You're a real sweet heart. I'll give you a call when he's about to leave."
Wow, I thought. That phone call had me recalling almost a lifetime of memories. Well, not that many, I guess. I've only seen the family two or three times since I moved out seven years ago and those times were maybe four or five years ago. We email, text and talk on the phone a lot, so we're always able to keep in constant contact. However, not knowing about Alex's acting desires made me think that maybe I hadn't been asking very probing questions in my talks with the folks.
Mom once told me about four years ago that Alex had played this angel in a Christmas play and suddenly got interested in letting his hair grow out a little longer. Back then she said it was just below his ears. I remember thinking then "Wow!"
-------------------------------------------
Three days later I got a call from my Father. "Sandy," he said. "I just wanted to say that Alex will be taking the 11:00 AM bus down there to the Santa Monica Bus Terminal tomorrow. The guy at the station says its a three hour ride, so he should get there about 2:00. Alex will give you a call once he arrives."
"Okay Dad," I said. "I'll wait for his call."
"And Sandy," Dad said. "Thanks again for doing this."
