Early afternoon, after a frustrating morning and exhausting night before The scene opens on a young actress sitting in her agent's office at nine in the morning. An extra large travel mug of Jimicia Green Mountain kahve sits on the right corner of the agent's desk, keeping a Dalonian crystal paperweight and a small wooden box of cigars company. The actress is slouched in a red overstuffed chair, wearing sunglasses because she had a long night at Opticsolar. (No, the actress is not old enough to drink, but she was part of a large group who left yet another premiere of some holofilm that will be forgotten in a month...for the record, the actress did not kick down anything alcoholic. She has a father back home she doesn't want to disappoint). Okay, so I was the actress sitting in the agent’s office. I’ve been doing some amateur screenwriting during those hours when I’m not on set and figured this was a good place to make a first attempt at writing from third person POV. From now on I’ll write in first person. Back to that meeting at Shen’s…Shen Mekori is my agent, unofficial uncle and official birth sponsor. He was Mom’s agent once upon a long ago, so it made sense he would look after my career. At least it was a little easier hearing the bad news from him. It wasn’t about getting a tabvid reporter catching me during the club crawl. I’m not worried Dad would believe any crap that gets posted on the Holonet. Some might believe I was getting drunk and doing every drug known to the Core, others won’t care about what the actions of a random minor celebrity. The bad news was about a series I wanted to do. Let me provide a quick version of dialogue to describe how the meeting went down: SHEN: I didn’t mean to get you out of bed soon after you fell into it. But I received the news overnight from Nimon and felt it would be unfair to keep you waiting. ME: It’s not gonna be filmed. SHEN: Unfortunately. We’ve had a major falling out because of the director. He’s unhappy with the script and wants to bring his own team onboard to completely tear it apart and put something new together. I’m sorry, but it’s the nature of this business. Yeah, it’s the nature of the business for ego-tripping idiots to have their own agendas that get in the way of productions. I spent months training in Teräs Käsifor this show. I really love it because it gets rid of every last ounce of aggression that builds up during the week. The series was supposed to be some action production about a girl recruited to become a secret agent. It sounds terrible in writing, and probably wasn’t going to be much better in holographic form, but I still wanted to do it. SHEN: At least you still have New World. Shen’s been doing this agent stuff longer than most others, except for Swifty Lasar (but he’s a Wookiee), so he doesn’t get rattled when things go wrong. He would be the kind to view having any kind of project as good, because so many actors don’t get to work right now because of the Empire. But the fact I’m on a contrived romdram is frustrating. ME: It’s just money. SHEN: You are getting a higher rate. ME: Because my name’s in the top credits. Which makes me a star, although that isn’t much of a status symbol. SHEN: That should not matter to you. ME: Why not? That was a stupid question. Being important never meant anything to me before. I’ve always been more concerned about giving a good performance that entertains while challenging me as a person. When did the money and prestige suddenly become a concern? I don’t know. I’m going back to bed. It’s not like I’ve got anything important scheduled for today.