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[31 May 2010|12:45am] |
On good days, being a famous movie star really wasn't all that different from being the average twenty-something. If he was feeling particularly pessimistic, Logan would say that he probably had less freedom than the average 22-year-old, since he was always held accountable to his obsessive, but talented, agent Miki Fujiwara. The second-generation Japanese-American woman was one of the best in the business, and undoubtedly a large part of Logan's current success and popularity, despite his naturally quiet nature. Through carefully scheduled PR moves, she had kept his social ineptitude a complete secret, and shuffled him around from event to event, scheduling in a carefully supervised interview every now and then.
Today was one such event, and Logan was milling around with some of Hollywood's hottest and brightest, feeling he had very little to say to any of his fellow twenty-year-old millionaires. He swirled the white wine in his glass idly, keeping his carefully schooled act of disinterest up to mask his growing discomfort. It bothered Logan that he always had to pretend to fit in, though he truly did love acting and was quite talented in the right roles. With Miki's careful hand, he was being pruned into a mature actor and gaining roles that would get him respect within the industry as well as with the fans.
It never occurred to him that he wasn't alone in his charade.
Instead, he stood alone, sparing a glance down at his watch, wondering how much longer Miki was going to make him stay. She had vaguely mentioned something about meeting with one an up and coming actress, though the name was currently escaping him...
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[11 Jul 2009|06:09pm] |
[Locked to Friends]
I can't believe I'm doing this. I really can't believe I'm doing this.
I was thinking...maybe the next get together could be at my place?
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