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Friday Fiction: Actress by Shawna Railey
“Tell me Kelly, how does it feel to be voted “Most Beautiful” two years in a row?”
She smiled politely, faking humility. “I am just honored to be in the same category as such amazing actresses.”
She stepped off the red carpet, leaving the roar of the crowd behind her. Her feet were already killing her and the dress was too tight in all the wrong places. As she passed the life size Emmy, she smiled to herself. The Oscars. What a joke.
She found her seat, greeting her peers along the way.
“Kelly! It’s so good to see you again!”
“How ever are you my dear?”
Double kiss on each cheek. Firm handshake. Arm around the shoulder. Fake. Fake. Fake.
She finally collapsed into her chair, fighting the urge to loosen the high heels she’d been forced to wear. This particular pair was made by someone named Jimmy Choo and Kelly liked the name. She did not like the shoes.
A waiter came by and with a flip of her hand she ordered a Chardonnay. She looked across the room and found who she was looking for. He nodded slightly, approving her choice.
She settled back into the padded chair, pleased that he had been pleased. She was aware that whether or not she won the Oscar tonight didn’t matter; she would be the only one in the room truly deserving of the award. Tonight would decide her fate. If she could pull this off, Kelly would be crossed off The List. One down, 143, 678, 224 to go.
“Here you are, Miss.” A different waiter handed her a glass of clear liquid and she knew by the flash of his pointed tongue that he was like her. She tilted her head just slightly in acknowledgment before taking a delicate sip of the wine. She had to resist the urge to spit it out. Why would people want to drink that stuff on purpose? It was one of the many things she didn’t understand about this world.
The show started and she focused all of her attention on what was expected of her. She laughed when the crowd laughed and she smiled when the crowd smiled. When a young starlet slipped and fell on her way up to the microphone, Kelly was disappointed when no one chuckled. The lame jokes the presenters told were funny, but not the bruise that was forming on the actress’s knee? Kelly shook her head in wonder.
When her category was announced, the room got quiet. Kelly could feel the cameras on her and her hand only trembled for a moment as she gripped the stem of the wine glass. Her smile was rehearsed and glued into place. She couldn’t make a mistake now, not with everyone watching. She searched across the room until their eyes locked and again he nodded. She was doing fine.
“…and the award goes to…Julia Roberts!” Kelly sighed, relieved not to have to make the walk to the stage. When Julia passed by, she reached for Kelly and they hugged. Julia whispered in her ear, “Maybe next year, honey.” Then she smiled her million dollar grin and “America’s Sweetheart” continued toward the stage.
Kelly made it through the rest of the night without a hitch. She skipped the after-parties, claiming a headache, and couldn’t get to the limo fast enough. He was waiting for her near the driver.
“You did good tonight,” he told her, clearly proud.
“Are you coming with me?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“I can’t. I have to stick around and collect the others. I’ll meet you at the hotel.”
“You know I hate going to bed alone.” He gave her a look signaling the discussion was over and she climbed into the back of the waiting car.
Once Kelly was back in the hotel, she kicked the ridiculous shoes off. The first thing they needed to do was make sure high heels were swiftly a thing of the past. She dropped them into the wastebasket and they banged loudly against the metal can.
The smell of her perfume filled the small room as Kelly stopped in front of the mirror. She slowly unzipped the dress and slid out of the soft silk, watching it crumble in a sea of emerald green on the floor. She stood in place, admiring the reflection looking back at her. She unclipped the stockings from her garter and slowly rolled the nylons down her smooth legs, one at a time. She reached behind her back and unclipped her lacy black bra. Her large breasts were exposed and with the chill in the air, they were perky perfection. She slid off her matching black panties last, until she stood nude in the empty hotel room.
She ran her hands along the soft flesh, gliding her fingers over her taut belly. She shook her head, feeling the tickle of her flowing hair graze her lower back. She moved closer to the wall, pressing her body against the cold mirror and watching the reflection the naked body made.
She stepped back and reached behind her back once more. Finding the slider, she pulled the zipper down, spreading the tiny teeth apart in the process. When the flesh was split in half, she slid first her shoulders out and then her arms. When the skin was hanging limply from her waist, she carefully stepped out of the rest of the suit. She gathered up the body from the floor and carefully hung it in the closet.
She once again went to the mirror and was temporarily blinded by her reflection. The scales that made up her own skin sparkled like diamonds under the glare of the flourescent lights. She wondered yet again why this species found flesh so appealing when it was obvious that true beauty could only be found in the Reptilians? She shook her head one last time as she climbed into bed to rest.
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Shawna Railey is currently in the process of looking for an agent and becoming a published author. If you’d like to follow her struggles, gain valuable information or just laugh along with her, please check out her blog at http://sycamoremeadows-myjourney.blogspot.com
Comments
Cynthia
May 6th, 2011
Very Nice Shawna! Cant wait for next Friday!
Darren
May 6th, 2011
I’d like to welcome our Alien overlords & suggest along with high heels & wine they get rid of sweater vests.
Shawna Railey
May 6th, 2011
Thank you Cynthia!! You rock!
Darren, LMAO!!! I don’t know about the wine, but I agree with the sweater vests!!! That is too funny – thank you! 
Sophie Li
May 6th, 2011
A good well-paced read
Kristina
May 6th, 2011
Bleck! Never go with the Chardonnay! Nice story – I agree about the shoe bit, for sure!
Andraya
May 6th, 2011
Very nice! Didn’t quite expect the end, but I loved that element. =)
Shawna Railey
May 6th, 2011
Thank you Sophie! I’m glad you enjoyed it – don’t forget to check back next week and see what I come up with next!
Shawna Railey
May 6th, 2011
Kristina – LOL!!! I don’t even like Chardonnay, not sure why I picked that. I much prefer a good Syrah, what about you? MY BFF read the story and all she could say at the end was, “Why did you throw away the Choos? That is SO wrong!” LOL! Thanks for reading!!!
Andraya – Thank you for reading the story! I love that you didn’t expect the ending, that is my favorite part of being a writer. I love the unexpected. If you haven’t already, you should check out my story “Prophecy.” There is a link above and I’ll bet you money that you won’t see that ending coming either!!
jeff king
May 7th, 2011
I loved it… It’s very tight, and flows well. I could visualize this story and didn’t want it to stop. Very strong… keep up the good work.
Syd Gill
May 7th, 2011
That was fantastic!!!
My favorite line:
“The lame jokes the presenters told were funny, but not the bruise that was forming on the actress’s knee? Kelly shook her head in wonder.”
It was funny yet conveyed quite clearly that she was a different species. I might also be reptilian. *mumbles* Wipe Out is my favorite show #shame
Loved the little shocker at the end. Good job Shawna!
Shawna Railey
May 7th, 2011
Syd – Wipeout??? lol… That’s okay. I like (cough cough) America’s Next Top Model. Thank you SO much for reading and leaving a comment!! We must have the same sense of humor!!
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