Carter's Big Break
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After surviving freshman year (just barely), Carter is craving his summer break. Unfortunately, when he and his girlfriend, Abby, part ways, it looks as though summer just might break him. Things start to look up when he’s unexpectedly cast in an independent film opposite the world’s biggest tween sensation, Hilary Idaho. With Hollywood knocking on his door, Carter gets a taste of the good life. But as the film spirals out of control, he begins to fear that he’s not the “somebody” he thinks he is and more the “nobody” he’s sure he always has been. Find out if Carter goes Hollywood…or Hollywood goes Carter.
and is about to get the shock of his life! She dips her hair back into the lake and steps out onto the bank. A clicking, cracking sound is coming from somewhere, and I just know someone is coming, so I extend my hands to cover her exposed breasts. “Sorry, sorry, uh, G-G-Grey Goose isn’t that kind of lake, I don’t think.” She doesn’t freak out about my hand placement, but simply explains, “Carter, I swim like this all the time in France. No tanlines.” “Well, that does make sense, but uh,
she realizes that Hilary wants to do it herself. As my mom is loading the dishwasher she tells everyone about our family rehearsals. I’m red with embarrassment until Hilary asks if she can join in. Matilda says it would be okay and asks if she can read the stage directions. My dad hands her his script like it’s no big deal, but she seems really excited to get the job. Shockingly, I know all of my lines. Even my sister is impressed as I rattle them off. I sit on the floor because my character
fills with a dude’s voice, “HUH!?” Crap, it’s just EJ. I recognize his panting. “Huuuu, uhhhh . . . dude . . . huuuu, uhhhh, I’m at Hy-Vee, huuuu, uhhhh . . . I think I’m freakin’ out!” “Is there a special on tenderloins, you sick freak?” “Huhhhh, uhhh . . . No . . . I’m at the checkout . . . huuu, uhhhh, I’m lookin’ at . . . uh, US Weekly.” “Oh yeeaaah, you like that, don’t you?!” He gasps, “Dude, are you an international playboy? And you didn’t tell me? Huuu, uhhhh . . . Who are you,
toward Abby and limp out of frame. C. B. yells, “CUT!” Phil and his assistant ask, “What the hell was that?” It’s dead quiet until C. B. exclaims, “That was amazing!” and starts clapping. Then everyone is applauding my screwup . . . except for Abby, Hilary, and the crew guy who’s going to have to replace the locker door. C. B. continues, “Carter you really are the next Daniel Day-Lewis! Cut the fluff and get to the pain, brother!” I nod a half-assed thank-you and hobble toward craft service to
not even old enough to vote, but she was entrusted with millions of dollars and the reins of this movie. She’s got everything and nothing. I feel bad for her family because they depend on her for their survival, and their meal ticket just punched out. I feel bad for the makeup ladies and crew guys and all of their assistants (not my sister—she’s stoked and never wants to see an ironing board as long as she lives). I feel bad for Sport Coat Phil because he’s the Artful Dodger and Fagin (bad guys