Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 12

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 12.



".... It's time to rock, guys. Hold the dial on 106.5. and
whatever else is handy, and let's get ready to dance. It's a
babe-favorite. Get down and get dirty in L.A. Here it
comes,... yeah. This one is for the Sandman....."





Will's cell phone rang almost the instant he exited from I-
405. Aching shoulders. Wind-burned face. A long way from San
Diego on the I-5.  Tired. Frustrated too, because the
overnight trip south was all but wasted. He had hoped to set
up an audition for Dyani with a local company production that
was working in conjunction with  the San Diego Zoo. 'Wild
Kingdom' for kids, was supposed to be the theme. There was an
opening for a juvenile co-host. However, the director/
producer opted for political correctness over acting skill.
One white girl. One black boy. Dyani was out the running
before the race even started.

As always, it was a scramble to find his cell phone despite
its persistent musical ringing. At the next intersection, he
pulled over and stopped the car. Engine running. The cell
phone was still in the side pocket of his jacket where he
left it, but by then the answering system had picked up the
call. Will was never more aware of the empty seat beside him
as he tossed his jacket back onto the seat where Dyani had
sat for only a week. So often, so many times. thinking of the
boy's always ready smile. The dark eyes that always seemed to
be looking for his eyes. Only a week and two days since Dyani
boarded the plane to Indianapolis with his mother. One week
and two days of hell. Grim determination. He had to go on
living, doing his best to find a movie for Dyani Deere that
didn't require him fucking with some other guy. Because a
deal was a deal, because he promised him that.  He fought the
impulse to get drunk yet again. Instead, he called the
answering system. He did not expect a call from Aaron Brown.
Automatic redial worked. Direct line to the man himself.

"Aaron, it's Will Sterling."

"Man, you're quick. I just finished leaving a message. I
wasn't expecting a call back until tomorrow."

"I'm just driving around with nothing to do."

"Really? If I was in your shoes I'd  be in the sack with
Dyani."

"Fat chance of that."

"Hey, here's why I called, you lucky fucker. I heard you were
looking for some work for him?"

Will didn't tell him that Dyani was gone. Had been gone for a
week and two long days.

"Yes?"

"I got confirmation of something just today that you might
find real interesting. It's an idea a few of us have been
kicking around for a couple of years now. I just got through
reading the second draft script and the market evaluation is
positive, so it looks like a happening thing."

Will tensed, hearing the excitement in Aaron's voice, but
not really believing it could involve him and Dyani.

"Yes?"

"Chris Kaufman wrote it, by the way. You know him, right?"

"Steven's boy?"

More than a boy. Steven Kaufman's adopted son. Lover too.
Four wonderful years of making love together. Chris was
fifteen and as sexy as any boy who Will Sterling knew.
Skinny, smooth-skinned boy. Popping Melatonin. Just enough
to slow the puberty thing down to a crawl, but not enough to
stop it altogether. Skinny dipping at Steven's estate on the
outskirts of Palm Springs. Tanned boy, from head to toe.

"Yeah, that's him. He's sitting right here. So is Steven, by
the way. Say hi to Will, guys."

"Hi Will."

Two voices, one older, one younger, both distinguished
despite the distance of several feet from Aaron's cell
phone. Will said 'hi' back, loudly in the hope that they
would hear him.

"We're here at De Cielo. You know the place?"

"De Cielo? I go there all the time."

It was not all that far away from Will's office or home.
Italian-style duck, chicken and rabbit entrees with an
atmosphere unlike any other restaurant in L.A. Classical
class and lots of romance instead of contemporary
California-European-modern. It was one of Will's favorite
restaurants when he had something to celebrate, which wasn't
lately.

"You got it. I was wondering whether you wanted to join us?
Eddie's bringing Draven, and with you and Dyani,  we'd all be
together. I was thinking we could drink some Chianti and put
it to bed while we're eating."

"I'm um,... I'm kind of tied up for a while," Will answered
tiredly. "Put what to bed?"

"The deal."

"What deal?"

"Didn't I tell you at Emmett's party?"

"No."

Long sigh. Thinking back. His thoughts had been elsewhere at
the time. Will remembered being flashed by Movie Brat as he
rushed, then dove into the water with barely a splash. Little
pale butt. Teenie weenie, but as sexy as a boy could  be. He
had watched Dyani swim naked several times after that, but
that first glimpse of the boy would forever stay with him.
Hard to keep his mind on what Aaron had been saying at the
time. Something about a project  especially for their boys.

"Anyway, truth is, Aaron, Dyani's gone home for a while,"
Will added quietly.

"Huh?"

"He and his mom left last week."

"Not for good, right?"

"I hope not."

"Hm,... I heard you had a problem with Freeman?" Aaron
prompted.

"That had something to do with it," Will said dryly.

"Eddie told me you were hoping to get a contract for Dyani in
that 'Oliver Twist' thing he's got going on."

"That was part of it."Will took a deep breath. Remembering
more than he wanted. "Let's just say the price he wanted was
a bit too high."

Understatement of the year. Donny Freeman wanted Dyani's ass
for twenty thousand dollars and a third tier role in a made-
for-TV B movie. It wasn't worth it. However, Will's decision
wasn't about money or a Hollywood career.

"I wouldn't let Freeman within a mile of Joey either," Aaron
commented. "Or any other boy for that matter, even if he was
shooting the box-office winner of the year. The guy's a
sicko. Hey, you can get Dyani back in L.A. right away, can't
you?"

"The way I left it with his mom, I'll call her as soon as I
got some worthwhile leads.  I'll follow up with his portfolio
material, and then if casting like what they see, I'll pay to
fly him out to audition. Of course, his father might not go
along, but that's the current plan."

"Then, you better get him a ticket on the next flight, Will,"
Aaron said gleefully. "Because we're ready to sign him."

"Don't get my hopes up," Will countered dispiritedly.

"This is for real. You're going to love this. It's all
planned out. We're shooting a movie first, with lots of extra
footage, and then we'll put together a TV series so we can
follow up quickly. You might say we're taking a leaf out of
The Lord of the Rings approach. I laid out a schedule with
shooting starting in late summer, assuming the boys are
ready. Here's the gist of what we've got in mind. Right now,
we're calling it 'Grommet'. You know what a grommet is
right?"

"A young surfer," Will replied, trying not to sound too
eager. It sounded as if a once in a lifetime chance had just
landed on Dyani's front porch.

"Okay. Well, there's three of them, grommets I mean. They're
living in Palisades, at least that's the current plan. I've
got an option on a beach-front house. It's perfect. A bit run
down, but it's got lots of room. It's a great location to
shoot, plus we'll be paying day fare for the crew and all,"
Aaron joked. "So, are you ready for a thrill, because here's
the opening, Will."

He paused, collecting thoughts, building tension. Will
imagined the studio credits rolling on the big screen,
people waiting for the movie to begin.

"Okay, roll sound! Right now we're thinking it's the
Chantay's Pipeline, but it's starting out real soft for a
lead in with a black screen. Roll camera. First scene opens
with the beach at daybreak. It's gray, quiet, just a few
seagulls flying around. Maybe some walking on the edge where
the foam is. You see a line of footprints in the sand. Music
starts getting louder. Camera angle lifts up for a beach
panorama. Absolutely no one around. Kind of eerie, but
magical too, you know what I mean? There are long lines of
breaking waves. A few close-ups right in the face, so you get
the full power."

Excitement in his voice. Visualizing with words and mental
images.

"Now, the music gets really loud. There's a part of Pipeline
where the lead guitar runs down a string. I'm told it's
called a gliss. Something like that. Anyway, when that
happens all hell breaks loose. Camera angle shifts to a big
wave breaking, and right out of it comes three surfer boys."

"Grommets underway," Will quipped.

"Yeah. They're low down, suntanned,... Real sexy boys,
living for the moment and riding their hearts out. Then, the
camera changes to a 'chopper-view' and we follow the boys in,
cutting back and forth between them. Then, we zoom out. Way
back until the kids are dots carrying their boards up the
beach. The next scene cuts to the kids sitting in a
classroom. Hair still wet. The background music is way far
away. They're trying to pay attention to a droning teacher,
then the music dies away. The script calls for a lesson in
geometry, which is duller than dull. You get the picture. We
want the kids to relate with a capital 'R'. This is a movie
for them. Their lives, their dreams, and so on."

"Sounds cool," Will agreed.

Hollywood cool. Maximum effect on celluloid. Something that
the audience would never forget. It was easy to imagine
Dyani, playing to the camera. His dark eyes looking up to a
see a teacher writing on a blackboard. Unruly haired boy.
Dreaming about the surf. Frustrated and  bored out of his
mind.

 "It's going to be Joey, Draven, and Dyani," Aaron continued.
"Assuming you can get his folks to agree that is. See,
they're surfer boys who don't care much for school. All they
want to do is surf. School is a shit. They're always getting
into trouble. Anyway to make a long story short they meet up
with a photographer."

Aaron stopped there.

"And?" Will prompted. Somehow, he knew what was coming.

"We're thinking that the photographer might be Billy
Sterling?"

Will considered saying 'no'. Billy Sterling was gone and all
but forgotten. Over the years he had learned to enjoy the
relative anonymity that came from being an agent. Actors
were always in the spotlight.

"Let me think about it."

"That's what I hoped you'd say. Where was I?  Okay, the kids
start a surfing magazine for kids. It's called 'Grommet',
needless to say. It's on-line at first, but then it takes off
big time. The boys do battle with some big-time media jocks
who try to drive them out of business. Oh, and there's a real
bitch who tries to get them classed as truants."

Will heard laughter in the back ground. Aaron's muffled
voice telling someone to hold it down. Joey, probably,
because laughter promptly turned to subdued giggling.

"It all turns out for the best, and by the end of the movie
the kids are richer than their folks. The script makes for a
lot of fun and games all the way, but there's some tender
moments too. Chris is working out a dozen episodes that take
up where the movie leaves off. I've had my people doing a
market analysis on what he's already provided. They tell me
it'll hit big with pre-teen kids. Both boys and girls. We're
talking Spy Kids or better based on the preliminary numbers.
This is going to be a winner all around."

"Sounds nice," Will remarked. Not really believing. It was
never this easy. Never! "Except you haven't seen Dyani's
tape. You don't even know he can act. Hell, it's been years
since I've been in front of a camera."

"Uh, well,.... actually I have seen him, and you too for that
matter. Your secretary sent Dyani's screen tape over to my
office with a bunch of other stuff while you were away. And I
know you can still act, because you did that ad-lib scene
with him. What was it? Scene six?"

"Five," Will corrected.

One week earlier. 'Scene five, take one, Dyani Deere, doing
ad-lib with Will Sterling. Acting out a father-son
interaction about the death of a younger brother.' Sixty
seconds caught on Betamax tape. Will trying to explain the
inevitability of death. Dyani trying to adjust to losing a
brother. Heart-break time. Damned good acting.

"He's perfect for the part of T-J. The only problem I can see
from his file is he can't surf, Will. I'm not surprised
seeing as he grew up in Indianapolis, but it won't be a
problem if he starts taking lessons as soon as he arrives.
Draven and Joey will be taking lessons as well by the way.
We'll be doing a lot of the scenes with stunt-doubles, but
the boys will still need to be good on a board by the time we
start shooting. Oh, and there might be a part for another one
of your boys too. We need an older brother. Right now it's
looking good for Kyle. We figure he could pass for Draven's
big brother."

"Kyle's pretty good at surfing already," Will said.

Thinking of the weekend he spent at Malibu with Kyle two
years ago. Hour after hour riding the waves ashore. Fucking
afterwards in a motel. That boy loved cock as much as any
boy.

"So are you interested?"

"Interested? Hell yes," Will almost shouted. "Listen, I'd
love to join you guys for dinner, but I need to run home and
change. I can be there in about half an hour.  Make that
forty-five. I need to do something first."

"Like call Dyani and tell him the good news?" Aaron asked
playfully.

"Yeah, you got that right." Will replied ebulliently. "I'll
be with you as soon as I can."

Will ended the call just as his dick got hard. Thinking of
Movie Brat. Dyani Deere of Indianapolis was about to become
movie-star-boy.  Filling his tight little ass up with cock
and making love to the boy he loved. Coming in Dyani until
his balls were empty. Will pulled back into the traffic with
a roar from the flat-12 and a shriek of tires, and headed
home. Punching in the numbers for the Deere home in
Indianapolis. Will had not spoken to Dyani or his mother for
two days, not since the San Diego lead appeared and he headed
south. Heart pounding hard and fast, his cock throbbing with
desire, all from the anticipation of talking with his ten-
year-old-boy lover. Hoping he didn't get the father on the
telephone. Cynthia would do just fine. There was nothing
quite like an understanding mother. She almost made the pain
of separation bearable for her son. Better would be Movie
Brat himself, squeaking out his tentative hello then
becoming shrill with delight, or even Dyani's sister who had
answered his phone calls no less than three times already.

Cynthia picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" Only a single word of greeting, but Will panicked
immediately. Her voice sounded worried. Frantic.

"It's me. Will." Pausing a second. Nothing on the other end.
"Cynthia?"

"Will! Thank goodness it's you! Is he with you?"

"Is who? Dyani? Oh God!" Knowing right away. "He ran away?"

Jumping to conclusions. No! It was entirely logical. It was
only to be expected. Dyani doing what Dyani needed to do.
Struggling to find himself. Running away to join his lover.

"Oh Will, I'm so scared! Yes, he did run away! He skipped
school yesterday. We didn't realize until dinner time. We
have no idea where he is. I must have called you a dozen
times already. Please, tell me he's there with you?"

"He's not. I've been away." Blaming himself. Hard to breath.
"Do you have any idea where he is?"

"No. None at all. The police are certain he didn't go to
airport, although I wouldn't put it past Dyani to change his
appearance, or get someone to help him.... God! I'm so
worried."

"The last time I spoke to him,..." Will began. "He seemed
okay. That was Wednesday evening. He seemed to be in good
spirits."

Horny boy despite his age. Feeling the urge and whispering
his needs to Will. Talking about having sex. Wanting to be
fucked. Hoping nobody was listening in on the downstairs
telephone. Dirty talk. About how big Will's cock was. About
how it felt going in. Feeling full. Hot. Both of them playing
with their cocks. Dyani lying nearly naked on his bed.  Dyani
laughing.  'Just call me Charley'. Dyani's new code word for
masturbating. Will laughing. 'Yes, Master Bates.' Then,
giggling on the other end. 'Masturbates'. Saying it out
aloud. Will ejaculated onto his belly and then listened
intently while Dyani rubbed furiously at himself. The sudden
silence except for gasps of a boy in the throes of orgasm
made Will get hard again. Exchanging declarations of love
once the immediacy of lust was gone.

"Will,... His father found him,..."

Back to reality. Change of tone. Almost apologetic.

"Huh?"

"After you called, Jeff went to get the telephone from his
room. Dyani had something stuck up his bottom. Some toy or
other,... I don't know what it was. Jeff was furious. I know
Dy can't help it, but Jeff,... He doesn't understand him. He
was furious. He called Dyani names. Faggot! He told Dy he
never wanted to see him again. He might as well be dead as
far as Jeff was concerned. Disgusting things like that."

"Shit! The stupid fucker! That's why Dyani ran away. How
smart do you have to be?"

"I think so too. Jeff didn't mean what he said, Will. It was
just,... well finding Dyani like that. Pumping it in and out,
that's what Jeff said he was doing. He was shaking like a
leaf. Will, I know he loves Dyani,..."

Will chose not to comment. He seethed with anger, at Dyani's
father, at himself for introducing Dyani to a dildo. It gave
a boy the ability to pleasure himself, but it was addictive
too.

"You think Dyani's on his way to L.A.?" Will asked
cautiously.

"I don't know where else he would go, do you? He loves you,
Will. There's no one else for him to turn to."

"How could he? I mean it's too far to hitch hike."

Hoping that was true. It was too dangerous to think about.
Two thousand and seventy miles. More than thirty hours by
car. By himself. Alone in the world. Taking rides with
strangers.

"He took your credit card," Cynthia said quietly. "The one
you lent me to go shopping when we went to Santa Monica."

"Oh! I'd forgotten about that. You think maybe he got on a
plane or a bus?"

"It's a possibility. But if he did, the police are certain it
wasn't at Indianapolis. They've shown Dy's photo to just
about everyone who works at the airport and the bus station
downtown. There's no record of a boy buying a ticket, or
traveling by himself. It's like he's disappeared from the
face of the earth."

"Jesus!"

Will was driving too quickly, especially for one hand on the
wheel. He took the turnoff to Brentwood Hills at a speed that
would have caused any other car to roll over. The Ferrari
swerved back on course, tires howling complaint.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Heart stopping adrenaline at how close he had come to wiping
out. Trying to regain control of his emotions. His fears
raging. Dyani by himself. Gripping the wheel with white
knuckles. Hands sweating. Shaking. Hard to breath.

"Okay,... okay," Will muttered. "Get control,... Listen
Cynthia, I'm almost home. I need to think this through. Okay?
Here's what I think I should do. I'll call a friend at City
Hall. I've used him before when one of my boys went missing.
He should be able to get the word out at the airport here.
The bus station too. Then, I'll call the credit card company
and get the transactions from the last few days. I'll see if
they can put some sort of call on the card so if Dy uses it,
he can be detained until I get there."

"Will, that's wonderful."

"I'll be home in a few minutes. I'll call you right back."

Up the hill. Slamming through the gears. 440 Ferrari horses
straining at the bit. Unleashing them whenever it was safe.
Inviting arrest from any policeman in the vicinity. Will's
lucky day. Finally, he reached the turnoff. Just ahead was
the gate. Shaking. Staring straight. Not believing what he
saw. A girl, standing up. There, in front of his gate. Skinny
girl with a halter top and a denim mini skirt showing lots of
slender suntanned leg. Waiting for Will to arrive. Lifting
her arm, waving. Breaking into a grin. Almost there. Foot
hard on the brake. Screeching tires as the speed dropped from
sixty to zero. Getting out. Dyani running. Jumping into
Will's outstretched arms. Dyani, warm and alive. Kissing
urgently. Not worrying whether anybody saw.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you forever."

"I love you forever too."

Again and again. Endless declarations of enduring love.
Crying. Struggling to get closer and closer to each other.
Held back by clothes. By being where other people could see
them.

"Oh God! I was so worried," Will gushed. "Your mom! I just
called her. I had no idea until then. I've been away."

"No shit!" Dyani sobbing into Will's shoulder. "Sil, I
missed you so bad. I've been here since last night,..."

"No!"

"I couldn't get in because of your dumb security system."

"Where on earth did you sleep?"

"Back there," Dyani mumbled. "I haven't eaten or anything. I
thought,... something happened to you, but I didn't know
where to go, or what to do, so I waited here for you,..."

"Your mom is worried frantic."

"I'm sorry,.... Sil, I had to come. I can't live without
you."

"Me either, Babe. Me either. Jesus. I can't believe you're
here."

Will eased Dyani down, but still held both of his hands.
Afraid to let go. Not even for a moment. Meeting eyes. Doe-
eyed boy. Beautiful boy. Grinning up at him. Beaming with
happiness.

"I like your clothes," Will joked.

Dyani giggled. "They're my sisters'. We're nearly the same
size. Pretty cool huh?"

Stepping back so that Will could get the full effect. Not
letting go. Gazing at each other.

"Very cool,...  Um,... if  I liked girls, which I don't by
the way,... you'd be very sexy."

"I figured they'd be looking for a boy," Dyani said proudly.
"So,..."

"You acted."

"It was so easy. I even had lipstick on at the airport."
Dyani smirked. "I'm cute, don't you think?"

"Hm, as a boy or a girl?" Will teased.

"There was a guy I met at the airport," Dyani announced as if
it was nothing at all. "I kind of, um, convinced him I would
do anything he wanted if he bought me a ticket to L.A."

"You didn't?"

"Uh huh. It was so easy, Sil. See, he was traveling on the
same flight, so we sat together. Mostly he was sort of nice,
asking me about school and stuff. Then, he told me that he
wanted to take me to a hotel when we arrived, but I went up
to the hostess and pretended I was complaining about him.
When we got of the plane in L.A., he took off running."

Will laughed, even though it was too frightening to be funny.
He pulled Dyani back into his embrace and hugged Dyani like
he had never been hugged before. Afraid to let him go. Not
even for a moment.

Back in the Ferrari, Will hit the redial button on his cell
phone and called Dyani's mother for the second time in ten
minutes. Then, when she answered, he handed the cell phone to
Dyani. It was quite a conversation.

"He's safe, Cynthia," Will said when then cell phone was
handed back to him. "Apparently, he's quite an actor."

Not explaining further. She would find out eventually how
her son managed to get from Indianapolis to L.A., but not
that day.

"Not a mark on him. He's doing great," Will added to answer
Cynthia's question about Dyani's safety.  "Yep, perfectly
okay with me."

"What did she say?" Dyani demanded from beside Will.

"She said I should beat your butt with the biggest stick I
can find," Will joked.

Engaging gear. Crawling forward as the security gate opened
up before them.

 "Cynthia, I didn't tell you why I called before. Here's the
deal,..." Will took a deep breath and began. "I want to sign
Dyani to do a movie and a TV series. They're related by the
way. It's a great deal. Maybe the best deal for a starting
actor that I've ever seen."

"What,Will? Tell me, please?" Dyani begged, trying to listen
in while his mother chattered on.

Will winked and started up the steeply inclined drive to his
house as the gates closed behind the car. Thinking a thousand
different questions. Not the least being where he was going
to find clothes to fit Dyani, because he couldn't go to
dinner dressed as a girl, could he? But there was one thing
that Will Sterling was certain of. He was taking Movie Brat
home, and then they were going to dinner to sign a contract
that would keep him in L.A.