Prompt: The Movie I Starred In

Marquee starring Red DwyerLeave it to me to poll my social media for the title of the movie I starred in… The top ten answers all had XXX ratings. The next ten were more fitting with this venue.

Sherry sat transfixed, hugging a sofa cushion to her chest, breathless. She watched as Red made her way up the red carpet in Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. After a year of box office smashes, it was time to put her signature, hands and stilettos in concrete.

When the deed was done, Sherry tossed the cushion to the floor and stomped into the kitchen, where she paced and muttered to herself. She snatched the bottle of bourbon off the counter. For once, she was not upset she had not returned it to the freezer. She poured a shot glass full, drained it, refilled it and drained it again. Before her throat stopped burning, she threw the glass against the wall and did not shy from the flying shards.

Tears streaked her face. She was unaware of the makeup caked beneath her eyes from the last three crying jags in the last 24 hours. “It’s not fair. I never wanted HER in that role.” Sherry tucked into the fetal position in front of the dishwasher and let the last three years play before her eyes.

Calvin held her so tight after he read the screenplay. “This has to be the finest thing you have ever written!” Sherry blushed, even though she knew he was right. The Sub would be her crowning achievement.

Searching for a director had been easy. Producers fought over the screenplay until she chose three to work together. The budget was massive. The crew was huge. The advance check had more zeroes than she had ever seen. This would be her ticket to an Oscar™ for best screenplay which would open the world to her. Before she knew it, her still tiny and obscure world began to crumble.

The casting director did not listen to her objection. Of all the actresses in the world, the last one she would have chosen was Red. She had to be the most infuriating woman Sherry had never met. She led this charmed existence. Everything she touched was box office gold. Even her short films were lauded as “inspirational” and “groundbreaking”. Sherry knew she would be lost in Red’s shadow, but she had no idea how far into the darkness she would plunge.

First, Red asked to change the wardrobe. She did not want the dowdy garments written in the screenplay. She wanted sharp clothes which accented her body. Next, she wanted to change the character’s back story because she did not want her fans to associate her with a “rags to riches” story. The director agreed. Then, Red wanted her love interest to be a colleague rather than the student in the third row. The Adonis cast as the vice principal meant Red had won again.

The movie which hit the big screen looked nothing like what Sherry had envisioned. It was worse than the draft pages she had shot at the waste paper basket. She was convinced her attorney had forgotten or never known how to negotiate a place for her at the creative table. She had no say in the changes. He later explained, as though talking to a four-year-old, giving up those rights was responsible for two extra zeroes on her check.

Lying on the floor of a one-bedroom condo in Redondo Beach, Sherry faced the fact she was a sellout. As accolades rained on the cast and crew, she did not receive an invitation to a single event. She had become a footnote to the blockbuster hit of the year, which had already gathered a cult following who did not know her name. The residual checks were small compared to those issued to the executive crew, producers and stars. The depression was exhausting.

A few hours later, Sherry awoke in a puddle of drool on the kitchen floor. Pushing herself upright, she wondered if inventors felt this way when someone came along and “improved” their inventions. As she got to her knees, lightning struck. She took her feet, knowing precisely how to turn the tables. She would go down in history associated with The Sub, even if only as the one who killed its star.


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  1. I know the perfect movie, though you may be unfamiliar with the tale from which it would come… The book “Glory Road” by Robert Heinlein is the perfect venue for you. It has a character named Star, who is, quite simply, the Empress of the Known Universes, (at the time of her reign, there were several thousand known and settled…). The Empress is chosen from the trillions of Empire members by their long-standing computer programs, and is the most accomplished, most beautiful, most competent, and most gracious being they can find, exhibiting all the best characteristics of the Empire, which has existed for many millions of years.
    The basic plot has a Hero answer an ad, for she has a quest for him….

    Read the book, and you’ll see how you match Star’s persona….

    I guess I’ll have to get started on getting Heinlein’s estate let me put it into a screenplay…



  2. I expected nothing less my dear, and how the hell could anyone follow in such delicious footsteps. A cinema goers dream movie with the additional and most multifaceted leading lady of all time to enhance its journey.

    If only I could have seen it from the leading mans role, not that he would have stood a chance with such exquisite dominance being executed 😉

    I love it Red.

    Andro xxx

    • Giggles. When I reread it, I wondered who they could have cast as the leading man. LOL. So glad you liked this one. 🙂 xxx


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