Cameron Wallen - On the way to the Hollywood dream

A little about the author:

Cameron Wallen (Birth name Kirill Khorev) is an author and blogger. He was born on January 22, 2002.

The whole story, the character, lived deep within me. Now, he wants to talk about himself and his feeling. Some similarities are coincidental.

I'm sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, and reading “TIME” magazine at the same time. Bella walks into the kitchen and says:

“ Hi, Frankie. ”

I put my mug aside and look at Bella; she smiles sweetly at me, and I look at her squinting my eyes. That's what she calls me after the production of “One Master and Five Cats.” It was the theatrical production that Bella came to see. I played a white cat named Frankie, in one little theater. But my name is Jake. I was hesitant whether to play the part, and yet I decided to do it.

“ It was a great role, ” Bella continued.

“ Maybe you're right, ” I say.

“ So you're famous, ” Bella says with a slight smile.

“ Famous, but still not reaching the heights I dream of. ”

Taking a mug of tea, I thought again.

I want to tell you a little bit about myself. The truth is I've always been different. Like white acrylic paint caught in black paint. I am originally from New York City, the fourth child in my family, sometimes with mood swings, which does not happen that often. And there is also the feeling that the place I live in is not right for me. There are times when I find it hard to communicate with Bella. Now she's been talking for over an hour about how to stick to a healthy diet and take care of facial skin. But when she gets a text message on her phone, she stops talking.

Bella and I have been friends since the fifth grade, we have common interests, but we're polar opposites. She's quiet, smart, dreams of being a filmmaker, and the kinder person who can make the world a kinder place. And I don't sit still, always try to do something, like to talk, and try hard to get into my studies. This is harder for me than immersing myself in a role.

“ Oh My God, Jake! We need to take pictures! ” Jenny says. She's standing in the doorway that leads into the kitchen. “ And we need to send them to the castings! ”

Jenny is average height, with dark hair, and a beautiful smile. I've known Jenny since she was born, because our moms are best friends and live across the street from each other. Jenny has a great imagination and lots of awesome ideas. But she wants to be a programmer, although she could very well be an incredible screenwriter.

“ We need to hire a photographer, ” I say. “ The other day I asked an acquaintance to take pictures, but he's busy studying. ”

“ You know, my parents gave me a camera for my birthday last year, so I think I can take some pictures, ” she says.

“ Wow! Great! Can you give me the camera in five days? ” Bella asks, “ I need to prepare a new project. ”

“ Do you have a new project? ” I ask. I try to look surprised to hide my disappointment.

Bella looks at me with a little smile.

“ Yes, it's a new project, it's not that big, I think I'll finish it quickly. ”

“ Okay, I got it, ” I say in a low voice.

Bella winks back.

In fact, I'm sad that I don't support Bella, because she always gives it to me. I'm sure she'll get what she wants, Bella is an incredible person, loves to talk about the meaning of life, but sometimes I just want a break.

“ Why don't the three of us go out tomorrow and go to a cafe or something? ” Jenny asks, putting one hand on my shoulder.

“ That's a good idea! ” Bella says.

“ Yeah, I think I need to rest after the audition, ” I say.

The two of them look at each other, then Jenny starts asking questions:

“ Audition? Where? What time? ”

“ For a role in the movie ‘The last meeting.’ It starts at nine in the morning. ”

“ Wow, that's great, Jake! ” Bella says with admiration.

Jenny walks over to the refrigerator and peels off the picture that was taped on. She directs it at the same level as me. I know what she wants to do. To compare me to this picture. It shows me a seven-year-old boy who doesn't look like himself. Blond hair, chubby cheeks, and a cute little suit that is now God knows where. Growing up has changed me a lot. The boy in the picture has nothing in common with me now. I am five feet and eight inches tall. My dark hair is combed back, my face perfectly clean except for a small mole on my cheek.

Fifteen minutes passed, and it was almost midnight. But we didn't notice until Bella turned her attention to the clock that hung above our heads.

“ My God, it's half past twelve at night! ” Bella says.

“ It's time to go home, ” Jenny says.

Jenny came over and hugs me, Bella wishing me good luck for tomorrow's audition, and the two of them dart toward the exit. I go to sleep.

The time is eleven in the morning. There is an unpleasant smell coming from the ajar window, which usually happens when a garbage truck passes by with an open garbage can. Once again, I didn't miss a beat. I quickly get out of bed, close the window, and see the phone lying on the floor beside the bed. It was like I was electrocuted. My eyes flew wide open, and I say:

“ Oh my God! I overslept. The phone… I forgot to charge it! ”

My phone is empty. In my haste I put it on the charger and glance at the clock that hangs in the kitchen, then I realize for sure that I'm late for my audition. I'm just sitting there, no emotion on my face. Putting the phone on charge, the screen lights up and the “Apple” logo appears.

Notification sound. Message from Jenny:

“So, how did it go?”

I made the decision that I had better write to have Jenny and Bella come to me tonight and let them know that I overslept my audition.

The time flew by when the hand on the clock shows six o'clock in the evening. The doorbell rings. I go to the door and turn the doorknob. Jenny and Bella are standing in front of me. No sooner do they get inside than they start flooding me with questions.

“ So, did they get you? ” Jenny asks.

“ How many people were there? ” Bella asks.

“ Don't drag it out, Jake ” Jenny says, and rubs a strand of hair.

They're both sitting here in front of me, waiting in anticipation for my answer. But my answer is brief.

“ I overslept my audition, ” I say with a sad look and lowered my head.

Bella and Jenny's emotions shifted on their faces, and the enthusiastic smiles disappeared abruptly. We sat in silence for about five minutes, and then in a low, steady voice Bella says:

“ Jake, don't feel bad, it's not your last audition. ”

“ And I agree with Bella, ” Jenny says, looking into my eyes with a little smile.

Here comes a text message from a friend of hers. Jenny reaches into her pocket for her phone.

“ Oh my God! ” Jenny shouts out in surprise.

“ What? What is it? ” Bella says.

“ Look, look at that! ” Jenny says, and the screen of her phone appears in front of my eyes.

She shows a message with a picture of the book “Love at a Distance.” The book was written by one Thomas Phelps. I had previously heard about this book from Jenny, she talked about it every night and every day. Eventually I got curious, so I Googled it on the Internet. The results are impressive: Over two hundred thousand videos on YouTube, hundreds of fan pages on Instagram and countless discussion sites. It's actually a very popular novel that has taken over the world. It's written about a guy and a girl who fall in love after a high school party. Their parents create clothes and are very famous designers who are feuding with each other because of competition. Chad's best friend wants the couple to break up and try to win the girl's heart by any means necessary. Soon Chad moves to another city, where he goes to University but for all that their relationship continues.