Backlot |ashton irwin|

She's inferior, he's stubborn. She's the A-lister, he's the newbie. She gets what she wants and he does what he wants.

And they'll do anything to get rid of the other.


1. "I've seen dogs that can act better than you."

"My name is Porter Joff-" the boy with silvery blue eyes and the oak brown fringe began to speak but I cut him off almost immediately.

"Absolutely not." I said flatly.

The boy scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but I shooed him away like he was a fly.

"To act the part, you must look the part," I answered, picking at my fingernails like he was boring me,

"And this," I used my pen to gesture up and down his body, whilst still checking out my nails, "Is not working."

The boy frowned whilst muttering a "Whatever," and slowly walked away with an annoyed expression.

"You know, you could be a bit...I don't know...nicer?" Francessa groaned, obviously irritated by my picky behaviour. 

"Yeah, I could." I replied like a smartass.

I could see she was keeping herself from saying something she'd regret. I mean after all, who wants to get the lead upset? I was Colleen Lamintis at the end of the day, I could get her fired at any given time. I had a lot of power. The producers and executives would do anything to keep me in this movie. Heck, just having my name in the movie could bring them a lot of money.

They practically needed me.


"Look, Colleen, we'd appreciate if you'd just tone it down a bit, we only have a few days to find your co-star, and we need to get this done as quickly as possible." Cecilia, the director, spoke up from her seat at the far end of the room.

Before I could comment on what she said, she decided to input a bit more.

"You already have the lead, what more could you want?" she questioned then turned to face the other way.

I sat in silence until a pale boy with green eyes, blonde hair and freckled cheeks walked to the center stage. 

I began to open my mouth when Cecilia shot me a look. I closed my mouth and groaned.

The boy smirked and winked at me. I rolled my eyes, folded my arms and sat back.

"The name is Jonny Foster. I'm twenty-five. Born and raised right here in Cali. Been working out and stuff." he put on a cocky smirk.

"Jon, honey, we don't care." I gave a fake smile. This made him grin even wider.

He flipped his hair and his eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Oh babe, you're just in denial. But that's okay, you'll soon realize that you'd been wr-"

I raised my hand to stop him.

"Are we going to finish this audition or what?" I snapped getting impatient.

He shrugged still grinning. It was getting on my nerves.

"Yeah whatever. April the fifth was the day the world got lucky. You know 'cause I was born. Spring babies for life bro. I like to wan-"

I sighed out loud. This was too much.

"You know what, let's just get to the acting. I don't know how much more of you I can take." I told him honestly.

He huffed and flipped his hair again. He flashed me smirk. Douche.


"Okay, so let's start with scene five where Liam, the role you're auditioning for, and Gracie, Colleen's character have encountered each other for the third time." Dan, the producer, instructed.

"Prepare to be blown away." Jonny grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Just start, will you?" I groaned annoyed.

He cleared his throat. Then he cleared it again. And again. And again.

I sucked my teeth in annoyance.

"Are you done yet?" I questioned.

He nodded than began to speak out his lines.

"Hello Ms. Roberts, how was your morn- look..uh different.." Jonny spoke, but you could barely hear him.

"Mr. Foster, please re-read your line and please project your voice this time." Cecilia said looking disappointed.

He nodded and started over. "HELLO MS. ROBERTS, HOW WAS YOUR MORN- WHOA... YOU LOOK-"

"Mr. Foster please, lower your voice!" Francessa yelled, holding her hand over her heart.

He was clearly a conceited mess.

"Hello Ms. Roberts, how was your morn- w-w-w-whoa..y-y-you look..uh..d-d-d-different." he said way too dramatically.

 Dan rubbed his face in frustration, Francessa ran a hand through her hair and Cecilia shook her head in disapproval.

I, on the other hand, was grinning like a mad woman. This was too great. 

I began clapping loudly and giggling like there was no tomorrow. 

"This is golden! Absolutely golden!" I held my stomach as I cried with laughter.

Everyone gave me confused looks. I tried to calm myself down. It was almost impossible, but I'd managed. 

"Mr. 'I'm-The-Real-Deal' here can't even say a line. Under his cocky facade, he's got nothing. I suggest you find a new dream honey, because you aren't going to make it very far." I said chuckling darkly.

Jonny scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Francessa gasped and shot me a look and I flipped her off.  Cecilia stifled a laugh.

"Mr. Foster, I'm sorry but I don't think this is the part for you." Francessa said with fake sympathy.

Jonny narrowed his eyes at me and then he pointed a finger in my direction.

"It's because the big superstar doesn't want me in her movie isn't it? " he spat. 

I smiled at him. This guy was the best entertainment ever. 

"Mr. Foster, I think you should leave." Francessa said calmly.

He opened his mouth to speak again but I cut him off.

"That wasn't an option, it was a command. Either you get out now, or we'll call security." I said giving him a wicked smile. 

Jonny finally gave up and walked out of the room, throwing obscenities around as he punched and kicked the air. 

I picked at my nails as the others sat in silence. When were we going to find my co-star? Not one audition had been good enough. Some were okay, and the majority was a case of the Jonny. We wouldn't have to be here right now. We already had my co-star audition three years ago. Who would've known that the guy would end up in rehab a good seven months before filming?

If the cocaine mouth of an actor hadn't let go of himself, we wouldn't have been in this mess. How selfish of him.


"You can't control yourself,can you?" I heard Francessa's annoying, nasally voice question.

I blinked back in her face. "Do you have a problem with the way I addressed him?" 

"Yeah, maybe I do."

"How are you going to deal with it?" I taunted.

"I'm going to-"

"You guys need to calm down." Cecilia butt in.

"Well I'm tired of her constantly on my case."

"I'm tired of you constantly being a prude."

"You did not just."

"I think I did."

"Honestly I've met dogs with a better personality than you."

We continued to bicker back and forth with Dan and Cecilia struggling to keep us contained.


"I've never met someone with such low class ever."

"I've never met someone whose had such lack of experience before." she shot back.

"I'll have you know that-" 


Just then there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

We all turned to see a boy with wavy, chestnut brown hair. He had a shy smile on.

"Hi." he grinned waving. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Should I come back another time?" he joked.


I laughed lightly and focused all my attention on him. He really knew how to keep the attention on him.

That could be a bad thing.


A/N: Sorry if I have any errors. It took a lot of time to type this and I didn't exactly do a spell check. Ooops.

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