Hollywood Flirt - Alexa Aston Page 0,15
and believe in you rooting for you like that and writing something that amazing, he rose to the challenge.”
As usual, her dad had given her way more than she’d asked for but she found the information interesting. She decided to steer him back on track. “I’ll ask again, how did you connect with No Regret? Through Sandy?”
“Yeah. He’s already working with Rhett on a second film. Another one that the wife and friend wrote. Sandy had called a couple of times and asked a few questions when he was shooting with Rhett before. Then we had dinner a couple of weeks ago and Sandy gave me the script. Said Cassie Corrigan had written this one by herself and that she and Rhett didn’t think it was right for him. Their production company was looking for a director and Sandy mentioned me as a strong possibility. They said let me look at it.”
She tore another piece of toast off and smeared it liberally with peanut butter. “I can see what attracted you to it.”
“We’re in the early stages. I’m not sure how Dash even heard about it but he cold called me and asked if we could meet. Said he hadn’t read the screenplay. Only heard about it but he knew he could do it.”
“That’s pretty cocky.”
Her dad hesitated. “I’d say more confident than cocky, though I can see where you might get that impression. I don’t know, Syd. He seems like an actor in search of something.”
She smiled. “You’d like to help him find it. What if he turns out to be as difficult as he says he is?”
“I’d say that I want his best work in the finished film. I don’t care how many takes he requires. In fact, I’d like to do more rehearsal on this one than I usually do. The action sequences will be easy to lay out. I’m more interested in the other stuff.”
Sydney sat up. “That’s really different for you. I’ve never known you to rehearse your actors a lot.”
“I think this story calls for it. Anyway, I’m starting to pull my team together. Now that you’re my storyboard artist, I can relax about that. You know me. You know what I’m after. When do you think you can have the boards ready?”
“I’d like to meet with Cassie Corrigan first and ask her a few questions about the characters. Then I think if I work my ass off, I could have something for you by this time next week.”
“Good. That’s about the time we’ll start casting. I’d like you to sit in on that.”
“Will you have Dash read for the part?”
“Definitely. I’ll bring in a few others but, in my mind, he’s already Paul Hannigan.”
Sydney drained her coffee. “First thing I want to do is get my original hair color back. I’m going to beg Ramon to squeeze me in today. I checked online and he’s still in the same spot. I also need to find a place to live.”
She saw disappointment flash in her father’s eyes and amended her words. “Unless you don’t mind me hanging around here.”
He brightened. “I’d love that.”
She thought a moment. “Do you still have the Malibu house? The light there is so good. I could use some downtime. Peace and quiet while I’m working.”
“That’s not a bad idea. It’s going to start getting hectic around here.”
“If you didn’t work from home, it wouldn’t have to be like that.”
He grinned. “I love my commute.” He walked to the butler’s pantry and emerged a moment later with two key rings. “Here’s the Malibu key. Same code.” He hesitated. “You remember it?”
She nodded. Every code had always been her parents’ anniversary date. “Yeah.”
“Good. You’ll need to stop and pick up a few groceries but the basics are there. You’ll need wheels. This is to the convertible.”
Sydney took both and merged them. She couldn’t believe he’d kept her mom’s convertible, much less that she’d be driving it.
“Do you still miss her?” she asked him softly.
He let out a long breath. “Every damned day. Your mom was my soulmate, Syd. I used to curse the gods for taking her away from me but I finally realized I was lucky enough to have her in my life for as long as I did. Not many can say they loved someone as completely as I did Monica.”
She saw the tears well in his eyes as her own throat grew tight with emotion.
“That convertible made her happy. I can still see her behind the wheel, the