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Girl Act
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Author: Kristina Shook
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“Park” and I got up, feeling achy and cramped, turning on the shower in my tiny bathroom covered in pretty blue tiles from wall-to-wall. It was the best feature in the place besides the roof top patio. I stood under the hot shower, thinking over and over about finding out if he (Mr. Darcy) was in Los Angeles, and if I had just been looking in the wrong places.
    Then I took Shadow to the Laurel Canyon Dog Park—not just as a bonus for him, but as a way of searching for the hippest, coolest, most real Mr. Darcy. Out of all the dog parks in LA, Laurel Canyon has to have the hottest dudes around. Okay, at least in my limited opinion. I had never thought of myself as a love addict, only because ‘addict’ has such a negative ring to it. But there I was, at eight in the morning, looking for Mr. Right, Mr. Love, or Mr. Darcy, whoever would be authentic. Meeting ‘attached’ guys or married guys is no fun (in fact, it’s a waste of time and energy).
    Anyway I saw a lot of fine looking men in the park as Shadow raced around, barking like the hippest dog ever. I stared at every guy, trying to see what reaction I’d get. Nothing! Ha, ha. I should have grabbed a cardboard box and my red permanent pen and written, “Seeking LOVE, please apply,” and put it around my neck. But if my acting coach had seen me, he would have said I ‘lacked the balls to command the stage’ and he’d have been totally right.
    Around that time, because timing at times can be perfectly rotten, the Tennis Actor texted me saying quote unquote, “ 24b-up. I’ll be in touch soon. ” Ugh! A 24b-up equals a 24-hour break-up, it’s not an official ending, it’s more like not meeting for breakfast, lunch, or dinner for one whole day until you figure yourself out or screw someone else. I just texted back, U got it . And I did. Hey, it’s not like I could get snotty or bitchy or throw a hissy-fit. After all I had asked the Tennis Actor to give me last night off and I was in the dog park hunting for a modern day Mr. Darcy-not just any man, of course, but still, facts are facts. So there I was, a few feet from a colossal pile of dog shit, a 24b-up text in my cell phone, and no available men anywhere in the park. “Shadow,” I hollered, after cleaning up the poop which, like recycling, I can do with my eyes shut. So much for finding a handsome yes!
    I got in my car and drove us down to Sunset Boulevard, with the urge to race up to Zuma Beach in Malibu and watch the surfer dudes. Being afraid of water made it extra exciting to sit and gawk, not to mention that surfer dudes have detailed, killer bodies. But, my cell phone rang. It was Beth asking if I would race over to the Woman’s Club of Hollywood to pick up a stack of 8x10’s to phone actors for tonight’s casting director’s workshop. Having a talent agent is great, but it doesn’t mean they do everything, especially if they are not ‘A-list’ agents, and if you’re not an ‘A-list’ actress or actor, yet or ever.
    “Sure, give me two minutes,” I said putting Malibu on my ‘another day’ list (along with finding Mr. Darcy/Mr. Right).
    I had started attending the workshops as a way to get seen by new casting directors who Ray, my agent, couldn’t get me in front of. Yeah, it cost money to be seen, but because I did the phone calls, and solicited other actors to come, I got to do them for free. Okay, so maybe this was a sign that I wasn’t yet done with Hollywood, that maybe a really big, amazing stardom break was going to come my way tonight.
    Beth was originally from Alabama; she and her actor son had come out West to try their luck, and they’d had some small successes here and there. She was filled with Southern ‘gun powder,’ and never gave up. I walked into the modest room in the back of a classroom once used for the likes of Myrna Loy, and where actor Charles Laughton taught. Wow, what a Hollywood they had back then! I often think I was meant to be a 1940s or 1950s actress,
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