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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙾 𝟾𝟸 , 𝙻𝙾𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚃 : @warmglcws

the sting of rejection became a comfort, felt so often that the man who towered by the studio 82 entrance could pass as simply a familiar face . . . the brooding scowl, imposing stature and all. if she were a somebody, marie would’ve been met with a warm welcome, but unfortunately she was a nobody. as much of a nobody as an almost somebody could be. her face was somebody, her mother’s face, but even that held limitations. a theory proven true each time a semblance of eye contact was made. her slow stride back and fourth did little to keep attention away, but this was the waiting game she played. a round of russian roulette. who would exit the next extraordinarily expensive vehicle and who would extend an arm as a temporary plus one: an a-list actress, a chart topping pop singer, the first son of the united states . . . an a-list director. he wasn’t difficult to miss, the man who she imagined was the sort to only succumb to sleep lumped over a pile of directorial paper markings and public scandal worry whenever the name serena was muttered.

admittedly, marie had fallen victim to the click-bait headlines that used his story for a few extra pennies in their piggy banks.

her attempt was casual, or as casual as marie could make her strides in his general direction appear. “ do you have the time by chance? ” she offered a fleeting gesture to the purse hung by the strap on her shoulder. “ my phone died and my uh . . i was supposed to meet someone here. ” ‘ someone important ’ she thought to add, but to oversell it was far too easy a mistake to make. remain allusive.

#. 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑆 ﹕ script.

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“ me too. ” something fluttered in her stomach, excitement. a first time of recognition for her craft and from one of the biggest names in fashion. dreams often went in a similar direction before the unwanted wakening, but how quickly that smile fell until a blanket stare had replaced the glowing exterior. some semblance of self-awareness was held to acknowledge she was a far cry from hollywood royalty . . . yet, it did little to quell the sting. an unwanted reality check. lips parted, yet to even utter a word.

what did anyone say to that?

“ you’re . . . ” the blonde gestured between herself and the lanky male, with attire that did little to pitch the notion of a ruby resort staff employee, who stood nearest her. “ who are you talking to? ”

𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓, 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 and inspired by x.

“ ⸻ good, i’m glad you’re here.” arpine indolently notes, stretching slightly on one of the plush chaise lounges by the indoor pool as she readjusts her tulle veil that covers half of her angular visage, all while making no apparent effort to keep her eyes, hidden under a pair of tinted sunglasses, open. “i’d like a glass of egon muller scharzhofberger riesling, chilled at forthy-one degrees, preferably. that would be all, thank you very much.”

#. 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑆 ﹕ script.

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gigi ,

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : cafe dumont 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 : open

there was something in the air or more so there was something on gigi’s mind and that caused her to become more and more rushed in the morning while heading to practice. no matter how late the clock ticked , she never not stopped for a cup of coffee and a small pastry on her way there. although , she stopped at the location almost everyday the staff never dared to look her directly in the eye nor did she care to remember their faces. the brunette let out a small grunt when the line didn’t budge. she took a poke at the person in front of her. ‘ listen , if you’re going to take that long. take a menu and stand there. ’, she finally spoke her first bitter words of the day. gigi took a menu that sat on the countertop and lightly shoved it into their arm.

plucked from apparent stranger’s grasp without an acknowledged glance, marie had attempted to defuse the situation — namely the plastic menu jabbed against the exposed flesh where her sleeve failed to cover. with three items in hand, one far more hefty than the other two, the attempt to juggle a menu, script and phone left her unable to take those few steps to the side she’d been instructed to. “ listen, i — ” her features contorted to recognition, undeniable recognition that had then and there diffused any growing animosity prompted from slow decision making and an impatient ballerina. “ gigi ” the tone begged for confirmation in case marie’s recognition proved to be just another brunette with a ballerina’s form and an added layer of a building feud with a stranger. “ from um, from boston. ”

#. 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑆 ﹕ script.#ft. giovanna galante .

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 . 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 . . .

name ( s ) : marie sharon connage . d . o . b . august 3 , 1994 . in : los angeles , california . she holds citizenship in the united states . she speaks : english , phrases via songs in german , italian , . religious beliefs : raised orthodox catholic . educational achievements : opera and vocal performance degree , new england conservatory . current occupation : opera singer , dubbed singing voice for actresses . eye colour : blue-green . hair colour : blonde . height : 5′6″ . distinguishing characteristic : a spitting image of her mother , a late film actress .

beverage of choice : sparkling water , champagne . preferred holiday : dreaming of the idea of paris . reading choice : literary classics , namely romance novels . exercise preference : walking , dancing . watching : every new film she can , she loves cinema . designers : valentino is pretty but paolo sebastian is more in her budget . accessory : always carries a small purse she puts down and forgets to pick up before leaving . prized possession : her mother’s old jewelry . random : she loves the way she feels after drinking champagne .

inspo ; 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 , 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 : 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 , 𝘤𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘺 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘯 , 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘥 , 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 , 𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 ( 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 . . .

𝘵𝘸 : 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩

⧽ in ‘88 up and coming hollywood film actress marlene collins fell in love with the wrong person , and both of them knew it. gardner connage was a stuntman , and at best he’d amount to a few fancy stunt scenes with credit given to another before an injury would force him into early retirement. he was a bad bet. adrian benjamin was not a bad bet , he was the son of director griffith benjamin with the promise of a secured future for marlene.

⧽ and in ‘94 that unspoken love triangle came to an end with the birth of her child , a daughter , marie. the only child gardner would ever call his own. but marlene would claim marie as her third , that tumultuous love afair had gifted her another child , a son , four years earlier. marie grew up in los angeles , even starring alongside her mother as a toddler when all the other child stars proved to be too fussy that day. she has two acting credits to her name because of this. and it seemed like marie might be one for stardom like her mother , the ones the cameras adored with her name in lights.

⧽ by 2001 marlene had become a household name , or the start of one. she was lined up to star in a new film set in italy with an a-lister co-star. marie was ten at the time and had begged her mother not to go as children often do , but maybe she should have listened. plastered all over the headlines a month into filming had been ‘ death in italy ’ her mother was found dead on set.

⧽ speculations of a murder circulated for a few weeks , just enough to sell enough tabloids , before the police put that rumor to rest far too quickly for gardner’s liking. that’d been the final straw. hollywood had never been kind to the man , and it hadn’t been kind to his family either. to save marie from a similar fate , they left.

⧽ the idea of hollywood and the golden lights were forever banned at that moment , but the hope hadn’t been. moved across to the other side of the country , marie would find herself often sneaking every old film she could. she loved them and the idea of them but that was also the problem , her ideas of what everything was like came from them. dare say marie worshiped the romanticized ideas hollywood gave her.

⧽ in spring 2013 she’d graduated high school and went on to study opera and vocal performance at the new england conservatory in boston. she was supposed to want a quiet life , away from the hollywood lights , after all her father had witnessed the worst they could do to a person — things he hadn’t told marie.

𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒 . . .

⧽ new york would have been the logical choice , a chance at broadway , but the allure called to her and in 2015 she’d defied her father. the start of a strained relationship. los angeles was far from what she had remembered , that child-like wonder stripped by the realities of it all , but she wasn’t only there for the dream job but finding the truth about her mother. the real story about the death of marlene collins that was a case closed far too quickly.

⧽ her way towards the hollywood lights weren’t easy but easier than some. marie was a ghost-like image of her mother with one problem — she didn’t have the screen presence marlene did and what a disappointment that had been. it was perhaps the cruelest form of rejection , that she was a shallow copycat of the late marlene collins at best. her acting credits reflected that.

⧽ 2017 felt like a breath of fresh air however as marie landed an uncredited role as the singing voice that was dubbed for the character of singer jenny lind in the greatest showman. since then her film credits has had a drastic decline , left to singing her classically trained opera and whatever lounge would accept her. 2023 has ushered in the rumors of a remake of phantom of the opera but who would dare ruin such a classic? and would marie be able to deal with the strong hatred that’d accompany such a modernized retelling.

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