Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

Alyssa cleared her throat and began to read the lines.

"Well, Tommy proposed to me again. Tommy really didn't do anything but propose to me. He proposed to me in the music room last night, and I was unprepared because the trio was being crafted there. I don't dare to give the smallest answer, I hardly need to tell you. If I say it, it stops the music immediately. Musicians are so ridiculous and unreasonable. The change in her facial expression and the way she spoke appealed to almost everyone.

"They always want a person to be completely stupid at the moment when they are completely deaf. Then Tommy proposed to me this morning in broad daylight, in front of that horrible statue of Achilles. What happened in front of me, that artwork was horrible. The police should intervene. At lunch, I could tell from the angry look in his eyes that he was proposing again, and I stopped him in time by assuring him that I was a bimetallic player. Ian's eyes kept on her, and she kept walking forward, as if someone was listening to her.

"Luckily, I don't know what bi-standard means. And I'm sure no one else knows. But ten minutes of observation made Tommy collapse. He looked shocked. Then Tommy's way of proposing is annoying. I shouldn't mind so much if he proposes out loud. This may have some impact on the public. But he did it in a terrible way of secrecy. When Tommy wants romance, he talks to people like a doctor. I love Tommy, but his approach to marriage proposal is outdated. I hope, Gertrude, that you can talk to him and tell him that it is enough to propose to anyone once a week, and that it should always be done in such a way as to attract some attention.

After she finished the monologue she had practiced, everyone burst into laughter. When directors want to see how they express themselves in their presentations, the director usually tells them a monologue. Each actor rehearsed for a long time to face the audition. However, many directors choose not to let them perform monologues because they "just" how expressive they are, especially when they want to see how the person can meet their expectations for the role.

Since all the other characters in La La Land are extras, Ian wanted to see if Alyssa's acting style was adequate or could be perfected.

"That's good, Ms. Kara. Do you know how to dance? Ian asked.

"Yes, I can," she replied truthfully.

"It's a key part of your audition, and I want you to walk through the stage curtain while we're playing music, show some of your moves, and walk away like you're talking and laughing with somebody, you know? The character's specialty is how good her small performance throughout the film is and how much of an impact it can leave on. The character would be such a positive and bubbly person, and I want you to show it when you laugh it off at the end of the movie," Ian asked.

"Okay, I'm ready,"

Ian motioned to turn up the volume of the jazz music. Alyssa from behind the curtain walked in smiling, swinging her hips from side to side as she made some steps that seemed almost planned, and finally, she looked left and right, as if the music was waning, and talked to herself.

When laughing, it's almost tangible.

Ian thinks she's a person with different skills and just becomes an actress in her little dance moves.

Mason applauded loudly, "That's good, Ms. Carla," though he still had a smile on his face.

Alyssa Carra's eyes are fixed on Ian.

She smiled as if she knew she had achieved something in her performance.

"We'll call you and thank you so much for coming," Mason said.

Ian didn't speak, just smiled and nodded.

"She succeeded," he thought.

Of course, as soon as she left, everyone was talking about her.

And she succeeded. Is there anything you'd like to say, Ian? Mason looked at him.

"What do you think, uncle?" Ian asked, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"I saw her smirk, it looks like you know each other, am I right?" Mason asked out of curiosity and to make fun of him.

"Just met at a party, nothing else." Everyone understands the meaning of this sentence. "I was going to let her act in the script, but you refused, so what is her role?"

"She's nice, you know that. I think she'd do a good job of playing Mia's little friend supporting Caitlin," Ian admitted.

The auditions are over, and they've found almost every role they're looking for.

More people are needed to fill some of the vacancies, and Ian lets Mason audition the next day because he knows Mason will do well and he's not ready to go through the same ordeal again.

It's fun to watch people act, but at a certain point, it's just a matter of repeating the same scene over and over again. Not to mention, he knew that he should write Lucifer little by little, because it had about six seasons.

He walked out of the theater and wanted to go home and rest.

But, thinking of that sweet bed, he continued to walk towards his car.

He had only walked a few steps when he heard someone calling his name.

"Ian! Wait a minute! That sweet voice is something Ian can't forget after he woke up that day.

Especially after a lengthy monologue he had heard a few hours earlier.

"What are you doing here, Alyssa?" Ian thought, he asked after looking back and seeing how sexy she was as good as ever.

The question slipped from his tongue as he walked towards her.

She looked at him, red lips smiling, making Ian's eyes move.

"I'm waiting for you," she said.

"Yes, I understood after you called my name. But what I'm asking is thinking you should go back to your house right after the audition," he said, while his voice was lowered because if anyone heard it, it would be misinterpreted as something else

"I'm waiting to see if I can get in and wonder if I can get the role," Alyssa said, smiling charmingly.

"I don't assign roles based on whether I've had sex or not, I remember what I said and will call you later to let you know the outcome. So which part is not clear, Ms. Kara? He asked.

His tone reminded him of the way Lucifer spoke, which made him smile slightly, and he smiled faster than he knew.

Smiling in front of Alyssa may give her the wrong idea.

He knows it.

"Oh my God, I know, I just want to know the outcome." She whispered.

"It's not my father," he said in his heart, imitating Lucifer.

Maybe it's because he just wants to get out of the theater and go home and write a little more script.

The whole theme of Lucifer's addiction is an additional reason for how little communication is made with his thoughts and actions.

"Your agent will find out soon. Now be happy," Ian said.

In his mind, it was interesting for him to imitate Lucifer's tone. Unfortunately, his accent sounded obvious, and Alyssa gave him a strange look.

Hopefully the interesting thing will be the last conversation with it, he thought.

Alyssa ignores it and tries to regain her composure.

"I've been in Los Angeles for a while, and I know how Hollywood works. I also know that you don't give a character to someone you've slept with, and you don't have to repeat your own words. I can do well, I promise myself; No more talking, since we're in the same direction, I can at least hitchhike, right? She asked as she adjusted her sunglasses.

Ian thought about it for a moment, whether it should be or not. But after a while, he agreed. "Yes, the car is just a few steps away." As he spoke, he turned around and left.

Just then, a flash of light caught his attention. He looked back to see a short, skinny man with a neatly trimmed beard holding a camera, constantly looking at the front of the camera. It can be seen that he didn't expect to get a picture with a flash, but unfortunately, he did.

Yes, that's a wild paparazzi.