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yanked back his hand.
    Stephen opened one eye to catch a glimpse of Campbell, who
was flailing his hand in the air, trying to shed the pain. Stephen patted
Miles on the head.
    “Good boy.”
    Miles rested back down on Stephen’s lap with a quiet yelp
of satisfaction. Campbell was not pleased. “No, bad boy! Fine
Stephen. If you think you’re ready then just sleep.”
    “Thank you.”
    Stephen went back to sleep. He was ready for the
speech. His confidence was never broken. Bruce had rubbed off on
him.

4
    Lisa Binsby’s eyes were full of tears. She tried to
keep herself composed, but it wasn’t working. Deep in the heart of the
night, she stood on a pier, the wind dramatically blowing at her back. It
was chilly so she bundled up in a slim jacket and scarf to stay warm.
    Stephen couldn’t remember how long it had been since he
last saw her.
    Lisa pleaded, “In a corner of my mind, I remember everything.
Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. I remember the laughs we shared. The
silly arguments we had. It’s the little things I miss the most. I
know things have changed, but I need you now. I miss you.” Lisa’s
tears smeared her face. Her green eyes were full of longing. Her
thin eyebrows burrowed on her face as she waited to be taken back.
    A handsome man with protruding muscles gazed back at
her. The man, tough on the outside, was fragile on the inside. He
was at a loss for words. He looked at her wanting eyes and simply said,
“I can’t.”
    Campbell watched with teary eyes.
    Stephen peered at Campbell. “Are you crying?”
    Campbell was sitting in front of the TV in his hotel room,
absorbed in the show he was watching. His eyes were plainly tearier than
they had been before. “I love this show, Stephen. Lisa Binsby is my
favorite actress.”
    Stephen agreed with him on one point: Lisa was the best
actress in Hollywood. It was only a matter of time before she started
raking in some serious awards. Stephen never told Campbell about him and
Lisa. There was no point. It would only produce hundreds of
questions he didn’t feel like answering.
    Stephen asked, “Why aren’t you ready to go?”
    Stephen was sharply dressed. Campbell, on the other
hand, looked like garbage. He was still wearing his dirty white T-shirt
he wore on the plane. In the 45 minutes they had been at the hotel,
Campbell had done nothing. Stephen was fed up. “Screw it, let’s
go.” The night before the big speech was reserved for a few drinks.
    “What about Miles?”
    Stephen glared at him. “Seriously? He takes
better care of himself than you do.”
    Stephen left the room, knowing Campbell would grab his
shoes and follow.
    Stephen and Campbell arrived at a bar in Hollywood.
This was Stephen’s type of place: plenty of pool tables and giant screen
TVs. It was especially crowded on this day. Everyone was dressed in
their best attire, except for Campbell, who didn’t care for bars but came to
accompany his friend anyway. The bar reeked of desperation as dozens of
men stumbled around looking for a late-night hookup.
    Stephen fetched beers for himself and Campbell. He
checked out the TVs: no good games on tonight. Across the way, there was
a group of people cheering. He glanced at a crowd that was watching…
something.
    “What is that Campbell?”
    Campbell stuck out his neck to try and see, “I think it’s
just someone playing pool.”
    Stephen and Campbell trekked over to the crowds. They
saw Paul Higgins in the process of schooling some poor opponent in pool.
Paul Higgins was the biggest star in Hollywood, a dashing teen
heartthrob. He was worth millions of dollars, maybe as much as
Stephen. Surely there were personal guards nearby making sure no one got
too tangled up with him. Stephen met plenty of actors in his day.
He never met one he liked. They all loved themselves and often acted like
they were the second coming of Christ.
    Stephen noticed that the balls remaining on the pool table
were of mostly one type. Someone was dominating