Throughout the month, Billy opped perfeg his state of mind for the movie L.A. fidential. After pying a cop for two weeks, interviewing numerous officers, he tinued mimig the serpentine work, the fashion, the way they daheir manner of speaking, and even the occasional routines of life in Los Angeles during the 1950s. The style, the view—everything was replicated, even the neers. The set was magnifit.

  Billy met some major pyers from the film industry, iic figures of the 90s, and iently found himself ected to Dano, the outstanding writer, director, and actor whose performance was extraordinary. When he, Curtis Hanson, and Arnon Mil came together, they could make a great film. The w afternoons and the stelr cast saw everyone improving in various skills—from the first photographer to the supp actors, the work ethic was strong. Billy’s iy in his ag resembled the type of itment Kevin Spacey was known for, although Spacey was more suited for vilinous roles.

  Not that Kevin was bad! He henomenal actardless of the role. But Billy was growing into the handsome-guy roles, a notable trast because his photogenic profile fit perfectly with these characters.

  The story of the three maiives, each with their interpretation of justice, was pelling. Some, like ‘Bud’—pyed by Billy—were violent, strong, aggressive, and ing. Roy Pierce portrayed a character bound by rules, hoy, and justice, the rectitude and wisdom of a man who saw people as fwed, but that didn’t ge him. Meanwhile, Kevin took on the role of the ical politi, a leader making decisions based oy’s whims, corrupt yet fair, lost in a morally grey system.

  The movie was rated R, undoubtedly due to its risqué ses and the gritty way it depicted reality.

  --Well, I think their pants are oy tight,-- joked Dano, enting on the waiter’s snug trousers. The man was funny, and patient, and carried an effortless charm that was refreshing for someone his age. Despite being in his fifties during this 90s era, Danny wasn’t bogged down by the struggles typical for men his age. He was happily dev a giaball sandwich with melted cheese.

  Laughter broke out at the table, even from Billy, who usually maintained a quiet demeanor. He couldn’t help but smile at the man who silehem all by pointing out it wasn’t right to mock a good employee. The puy was sweating buckets—he was a bit chubby, and he knew his ema.

  --The produ has already started. We’ll likely be shooting quick ses. Everything’s falling into poothly that we’ll probably have most of the shots done ihan three weeks,-- murmured Curtis Hanson, the director, who occasionally stepped into an ag role himself.

  The six members had spent two weeks eating together, doing their work, just as they gathered around a round table for six, f a tight-knit group. They tackled the project quickly, but it was a task that carried a lot of weight ah.

  --The rehearsals have been outstanding,-- remarked Dano, particurly aiming to calm Curtis, who was under a lot of pressure. The meals were his moment to unwind, and for that and other reasons, they had to make a great film. The final cut was shaping up curiously. The only thing that didn’t sit well was Billy’s role. Though his performance was fwless, he still cked that brutish element.

  Everyone fiheir lund prepared for another round of studies.

  As they exited, Billy discussed ag methods with Kevin Spacey, who ractically an encyclopedia of knowledge. In so many ways, both distant and different, they shared tricks that were, at their core, the same but varied iion. The essence was to take the role and make it their own, but every approach had its nuance.

  -'Thanks, Kevin. I’ve got to get my workout in,'- Billy said, ing up the versation. He had a lot of work to do that had to be done on his own. His workout routine was intehough Billy’s physique wasn’t built for sports. He was slim, not naturally athletic, even though he never skipped his m exercises. He couldn’t quite pare to some of the other actors.

  -Make sure you stay sharp with those lines. Your character isn’t subtle; you’re like a mae,-- Kevin advised.

  -Yours, oher hand, is delicate and clever,-- Billy responded, cluding their talk aing aside the final thoughts

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  Mónica was taking a break. This time, it was she who was visited, by Winona. Both women now wao cultivate a strawberry garden, covered by a white vas awning, set over strawberries and raspberries. It was a new and curious endeavor for the model, but she felt happy aermio have her garden. The winter wasn't harsh, and it reminded her of summers in the tryside.

  -So, I’ll give you a vineyard as a gift?- asked Winona, who, though she did the same work as Mónica, was pletely covered in dirt, with even some soil in her hair.

  -It was amazing, really beautiful. It has a rustic wooden house on one side, with a stunning garden, full of yellow and violet flowers. Magnifit. We o go there together and take a break, - murmured Mónica, as she pnted small trees, finishing with a tomato pnt at the end. Three lovely, small trees needed a lot of care.

  -I’d love to go. When I attended fashion week, I always wao stay and take a tour, - Winona said, pausing her work.

  -I’ll o ask Billy, but I think we go week,”- Mónica replied.

  The women found themselves lost ihoughts uhe fading light. Los Angeles was a good city to live in, but life doesn’t always allow us to paint the picture we want, and this time the stakes felt different. On one hand, Winona was intensely chasing an Oscar—she had a good film, but she thought it required more effort. Oher hand, Móniow saw modeling as her primary role. Ag was fading into the background… the o stand out had waned. She was looking for something more refined, something that better aligned with her evolving ideals.

  --Billy has a lot of women, he’s... well, a man,-- the brue blurted out, with a hint of venom in her words, realizing her mistake. --I mean, he has a lot of women around him. I just don’t want you to be disappointed. It’s plicated, and it lead to trouble.--

  The foolish talk of a woman driven by jealousy, envy, and the fear of betrayal spiraled into a rambling, a clear symbol of pride mixed with her demons.

  --It doesn’t matter what he does or doesn’t do, as long as he keeps loving me, I uand the rest,-- the darker-haired woman replied. It was a subject she didn’t want to touch. This was the first challenge of dating a younger man, one who seemed older with his seriousness and sharp features, his rough beard almost like a premonition.

  -As long as he loves me, love ’t be fotten. If that ever fades, I wouldn’t want to stay, -- Móniented, her thoughts drifting but no longer dwelling oopic.

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