Holly's Gone

"And in the news today," said the newscaster.  "The final Hollywood DreamyWorks movie studio has closed down due to high production costs.  Recent technological advances on home computers has seen the blossoming of movie making on simple home computer setups.  Many movie critics have stated with this closure, the Classic age of the studio movie is dead."

Action hero and movie star Gordon McFly switched off his holographic TV and answered the phone to his Hollywood agent Steve Flumenstein.

"So tell me the numbers," said Gordon.

"Opening day, it's brought in one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.  More than we estimated Gordo."

"One fifty k huh?"

"By the way Gordo, this is my last day.  The agency is closing.  I'm changing career."

"Sorry to hear that," said Gordo.  "So what'll you be doing?"

"Baking Cheescakes, my Dad has a business.  People never get bored with Cheescake."

Gordo didn't know what to say to that.  "So what about my expenses?  What did the studio say?"

"They don't cover taxi fares anymore.  You know that Gordo.  The movie industry is broke.  What can I say.  But I got a lead for you.  Maybe one last gig.  A Home Growner.  Made six million on his last movie.  Top of the Internet Movie League.  You up for it?"

"I hate those Home Growners, they destroyed our industry.  LA is a Ghostown now."

"He'll pay Gordo and he'll cover your taxi cost.  Names Haydon-Super-K, also called Danny," said Steve.

"Give me the number," said Gordo.

The house where Gordo pulled up to was a small dwelling.  Gordo pulled his suit tight and pressed the bell.  A middle aged woman answered the door.

"Yes?" she said.

"I'm eh Gordon McFly.  I'm here to see Danny about, eh a job."

"Oh, come on in," she said.  "And please take off your shoes.  I don't like a mess."

"My shoes?"

"Yes, I like to keep the carpet clean.  Please put them in the shoe box."

Gordon took them off and waited at the bottom of the stairs.  "Oh I'm Emily by the way."  She called up the stairs and Gordon walked up stairs.  "First door on the right," she said.

Gordon nodded and straightened his hair.

Politely he knocked on the door but there was no reply.  There was a sound of gaming gun fire.  Gordon pushed open the door and walked into the kids bedroom.

Haydon-Super-K sat on a simple chair and swiveled around.

"Hey close the door!" said Haydon.  "My mom doesn't like me playing games.  I'm supposed to be doing my homework.  Quick!"

Gordon nodded and closed the door.

"So you interested in a job?" said Haydon.

Gordon nodded.

"I like your work," said Haydon.  "Your last movie Super Troopers Return was pretty good but a little derivative."

"Eh, thanks," said Gordon.  "So what's the job?"

"I want you to be in my next movie," said Haydon.  "I'm looking for someone with screen presence.  I've developed some new avatar characters but I think I need someone real this time.  I want you.  You available?  Last movie I made grossed six million dollars.  You'll need to be scanned and reimplanted but I think it could work."

Haydon pulled out a box of cigars from under his bed and lit one up.

"Whaddya think?  I'll match what you earned on your last movie plus I'll cover your taxi fares and lunch money.  What do you think?"

He gave Gordon a cigar.

"They're cuban," said Haydon.  "One other thing," he said.

"What?" asked Gordo.

"Don't tell my mom.  She's worried it'll interfere with my homework."

Gordo just nodded and lit up his cigar.  "I'm in."