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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3

A few weeks passed, and everything was going great. The demo was finally done, and Ann was thrilled. She had been really lucky while recording it. Steve didn’t try to mess with her songs at all. It had been sent out to just about every major label. When she hadn’t heard anything yet, she got kinda freaked out. Steve assured her that “these things take time. I believe in you and your talent. Just give them time; I know they will see the same thing I do.”

Ann woke up one morning to the sound of Lynn screaming her name. “Ann pick up the phone. It’s Steve.”

Groggily, Ann put the phone to here ear. “Morning Steve.”

“Ann I have great news. Are you sitting down?”

“Yes.”

“Your demo has been picked up by Interscope Records.”

“What? Are you fucking with me? Cause I don’t think I can take that this early in the morning.”

“It is past noon and no I am serious. They heard it and loved your song “Wreck of the Day”. They want to put it in a movie right away.”

“So let me get this straight. Not only do I have a record deal, but one of my songs is going to be in a movie?”

“Yep.”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Ann screamed.

“What the fuck is going on out there?” Lynn yelled while still in bed.

“Lynn I got a record deal!”

Lynn jumped out of bed and ran into the living room. She attacked Ann with a huge hug. Steve just sat there on the other end of the line as he listened to both girls scream and jump up and down. “Ann, Ann, calm down,” Steve yelled into the phone getting her attention.

“Oh, sorry,” Ann said a bit out of breath.

“I need you to come in tomorrow. The execs from Interscope are going to be in town and they want to go over your contract. Be here at two.”

“Steve, thank you so much for all you have done.”

“No prob Bob.”

“Hey, you stole my saying.”

“I know, it was just so clever. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

“This is great. Now you are going to become more famous than me and I will have to live with you,” Lynn said as Ann hung up the phone.

“Shut up,” Ann said jokingly as she smacked Lynn.

“Oh, no you didn’t. I will cut a bitch.” Lynn playfully attacked Ann and the tickled each other until their sides burned.

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The next day, Ann went into the conference room at the studio and successfully negotiated her first record deal. Lynn went with her to make sure she wasn’t going to get screwed in all the fine print. Ann was glad that Lynn had gone to NYU Law School before heading into a very successful Broadway career.

Ann was happier than she had been in a long time. She had started recording new tracks for her album as well as re-working the songs from her demo. The studio tried to hire a stylist to go shopping for her. After a few trips to the shops, Ann called up Steve, who was now her manager, and told him that there was no way she would be caught dead in anything that had taffeta on it. He laughed and said the stylist wouldn’t bother her again.

Ann got a call one day from the director of The Walk. He told her that he wanted to use her song “Wreck of the Day” in the movie. Ann was more than excited when he mentioned that she had a small, very small, role in the movie, if she wanted it. She, of course, said yes.

“Lynn,” Ann yelled as she hung up the phone, “I am going to be in a movie.”

“Really?” Lynn said with a joking frown on her face. “In that case, I hate you.”

“No you don’t. You know you love me.”

“Fine.” Lynn broke into a smile when Ann did an impression of her when she is on a bit of a sugar high. Basically, Ann looked like she was trying to get a bug out of her hair.

“So I fly to LA the day after tomorrow. I hope you won’t be too lonely with out me for a week or so.”

“No, actually it will give me a chance to have sex with many anonymous partners in every room, including yours.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Yes, but I would at least wash your sheets before you got back.”

Two days later, Ann flew to LA. Before she left, she made Lynn promise, on pain of death, not to have sex in her bed. Ann was picked up from the airport by the director’s assistant, Nancy.

“So what is this movie about?” she asked.

“He didn’t tell you?” Nancy asked. “Figures. Well it is about this guy, Eddy, who is kind of an ass. His behavior causes his longtime girlfriend to break up with him. He gets pissed and leaves town. For the next couple of years, he never finds another fulfilling relationship and realizes that he was really in love with the girl that broke up with him so many years ago. He decides to move back home when his father gets sick. He sees his old girlfriend, sparks fly, they get back together, blah blah blah happy ending.”

“That sounds fun,” Ann said hesitantly.

“Yeah, it is kind of sappy, but the guy that plays Eddy is really hot.”

“Who is it?”

“Brendan Fehr.”

“Oh yeah, that guy from Roswell.”

“From what?”

“Never mind, it wasn’t a very popular show. It’s just that my friend Lynn makes me watch it.”

“So, we don’t really need you on set today, but you could come check it out. I can arrange for someone to take you to your hotel later.”

“That sounds good, I have never been to a movie set before.”

Ann was really excited when they pulled onto the set. There were people everywhere. To Ann, they all looked like chickens running around with their heads cut off. She almost got run over several times by people on golf carts. Nancy introduced her to the director and showed her all around the set. Nancy took her over and gave her a place to stand so she could watch the filming of a few scenes. After about twenty takes of the same few sentences of dialog, Ann got really board. ‘I am kinda hungry,’ she thought. ‘I think I will go check out the food situation. She had heard actors talk about the craft service table being overloaded with food that they shouldn’t be eating, and when Ann saw it, she realized they weren’t kidding. There were like a hundred different kinds of doughnuts on there. As she picked one up and put it too her mouth someone came up behind her. She turned, doughnut in her mouth and almost spit it on the ground when she realized that it was Brendan Fehr.

“I love your t-shirt,” he said. “I am a big fan.”

For a second Ann forgot what she was wearing. She took the doughnut out of her mouth and looked down at her shirt, a vintage Metallica concert tee. “Thanks. I love them.”

“Really? It is kind of hard to find a girl who is into their music.”

“Well look no further.”

“Could this table have anymore food on it?”

“Seriously. It is going to take me at least twenty minuets to decide what kind of bread I want for my turkey sandwich.”

“Dou you want half of mine. There is no way that I can eat the whole thing.”

“Okay, but anything but rye. I fucking hate rye bread.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile. Brendan grabbed another plate and handed it to her with the biggest half of a sandwich she had ever seen. He laughed when she acted like it weighed a ton. “I told you they were big.”

“This is the best I have ever had,” she said when she swallowed her first bite.

They went and found a table nearby and sat down to eat. It took them a while to eat because practically all they did was talk about music, mostly Metallica. Ann quickly realized that he was a fan of them. When they were done eating, he was called back on set.

“Hey, I never got your name.”

“Ann. A song of mine is going to be in the movie and I have the part of a waitress or something like that.”

“Well Ann, it is nice to meet you. I’m Bren-.”

“I know, Brendan Fehr. My best friend loves the show you were on, Roswell.”

“Cool.”

“Do you know anywhere quiet around here? I am not going to be able to go to my hotel for a few more hours and I really want to take a nap.”

“There is a couch in my trailer. Why don’t you go there. I should be done in a bit and then we can rock out to some Metallica.”

“Thanks.”

Brendan showed Ann where to go and then he had to get into hair and make-up before his scene. Ann walked in and was amazed at how messy it was. ‘This place looks like my brothers room,’ she thought. She moved everything off the couch and settled in for a nice nap. The air-conditioning was perfect and she fell right asleep.

Two hours later, Brendan come in yelling on his phone, causing Ann to wake up in the middle of her now reoccurring dream of winning a Grammy. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he said. “My mom was nagging me for not calling her enough.”

“Well you were practically screaming,” Ann said as she playfully smacked him.

“I guess now we can rock out.” He put in Metallica’s Black Album and tuned it to the song “Enter Sandman”. Ann had to stifle laughs as he played air guitar and mouthed the words.

It was amazing to her how quickly they had formed a bond over music. When they were eating lunch, it was like she was talking to someone she had known she whole life. She jumped a bit when the door flew open. Neither of them had heard Nancy knocking.

“Your car is here,” she said.

“Well I guess I will see you tomorrow,” Ann said turning back to Brendan.

“Yep.” After she had exited his trailer, the music was back on at full blast.

“Is he always that loud?” she asked Nancy.

“It gets really annoying when it is six o’clock in the morning and all I can hear is “Fuel”.

When Ann got to her hotel, Nancy told here that she could order any food she wanted from room service because the studio was footing the bill. She got up to her room and saw that her bags were already there and the bed was turned down. She called room service and ordered a nice stake with some fries. She ate as she watched the news. The Govern-ator, Arnold, was giving some kind of speech, but she didn’t really pay much attention. She walked out to the balcony, sat in the lounge chair, lit up a smoke and read a bit as she watched the sun set. After a while she went back inside, called her mom and told her about what she was up to. Finally around eleven, she was able to lie down in the huge bed. As she closed her eyes, a vision of Gerry popped up. She thought it was strange because she hadn’t though about him for a while. The vision did, however help her fall into one of the most peaceful slumbers she had had in a long time. There was something about those green eyes that he had that made her nervous and calm at the same time.

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Just across the hall from where Ann was staying, Gerry was staying. He had been in LA for about a week, doing press things and interviews for his up coming movie Burns. There was a buzz going around that his performance as the Scottish poet, Robert Burns, was Oscar worthy. Even though he would love to win one, as every other actor would, he still hadn’t figured out what all the fuss was about.

The movie was great and Gerry really enjoyed going on all the talk shows, especially Leno, but he had started to get really lonely. Lisa tried to help and sent him on blind date after blind date, but none of the dates interested him. He kept thinking about that night in the bar. And then when she ran into him. Her name was Ann. Now, more than ever he was determined to find her. He didn’t know how, but he would figure it out. Somehow, he would track her down.

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A few months later, The Walk, was released into theatres. It was a huge success. At the same time Ann’s album, The Shreds We Lose was released. With the success of the movie, the single that was in the movie became a hit. The video was on TRL for a month and it was at number one for two weeks. Ann was on every talk show there was. She was being called the best new artist America had seen in a while. She almost shit her pants when Steve called her one day and told her that she was going to be on SNL. At least she knew the “Ashlee Simpson Curse” wouldn’t be a problem; Ann never used vocal tracks.

Thought she didn’t see Brendan all that often, she talked to him almost everyday. Her mom asked her if there was anything going on between them, and although she would have slept with him if he asked, she knew they were just really good friends. He reminded Ann of a male version of Lynn. ‘Maybe they would be good together,’ she thought. ‘I guess I will just have to wait for the perfect moment to introduce them.’

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