was standing by the bar giving lighting direction to a gaggle of Swedish…looking blond female
crewpeople in matching black tunics; his notorious bulging blue eyes bloodshot with fatigue。 He
sported a short; prickly; reddish beard with no mustache?never a good look?and shoulder…length
curly red hair。 His 1980s…style leather jacket had huge rounded shoulders; and his Levi?s were
way too tight?also not a good look。 Blair had never seen him before and thought he might be one
of the crew until he addressed her。
?Well; you certainlylook the part。? He pointed to one of the chrome…and…black…leather bar stools;
gesturing for her to sit down。 ?But this isn?t a plete remake; you know。 I?m taking some
liberties。 For instance; Holly might not have brown hair。 And she could be tall。?
Way to rub a brunette who?s always been on the shorter side the wrong way!
It had taken Blair three hours to get dressed; so she decided to ignore his insult。 She folded up the
sheet of paper she?d been given to read from and tucked it into her purse; partly to impress Ken
Mogul with the fact that she?d already memorized her lines; and partly to show that her feathers
weren?t easily ruffled。 Then she sat down on a bar stool and crossed her legs with Audrey
Hepburn?like balletic grace。
?I?m not going to give you any direction;? Ken Mogul remarked。 ?You just do your thing; okay?
So ? action!?
Blair had Googled Ken Mogul and found a ton of articles about how he called himself
the ?undirector;? and how actors hated working with him because he just stared at them without
giving them any direction at all。 He probably thought he was terribly avant…garde or whatever。
Well; that was fine with her; because she didn?t need any direction?shewas Audrey Hepburn
playing Holly Golightly twenty…four hours a day。
She pulled a cigarette and the long ebony…and…mother…of…pearl cigarette holder she?d found in an
antique shop in Rhode Island two summers ago out of her slim black satin vintage Chanel
pocketbook。
?Howdo youdo ?? she purred; sounding exactly like Audrey at her most charming。 She lit her
cigarette and blew a delicate stream of smoke over Ken Mogul?s head。 Then she delivered that
dreamy; faraway smile that was Audrey?s trademark。 ?Don?t you justlove it here? Isn?t
itwonderful waking up and knowing this place isright here ; every day? It?s my
absoluteparadise 。?
Blair waited for Ken Mogul?s response。 Those were the only lines she?d been given to say; and
she?d said them perfectly; even if she did say so herself。
Ken Mogul covered his bulging blue eyes with his hand and then pulled it roughly away again in
a bizarre game of peekaboo。 He stared at Blair for a moment longer and then yelled; ?Next!?
Blair dropped down off the stool and walked gracefully out of the restaurant to where Lord