Moving in Stereo

Six women try climbing their way up in Hollywood, but it doesn't come without major struggles and turmoil. What if they don't even make it halfway to the top? Is it worth the fight?

Sheri, Lawson, Sabrina, Marissa, Jolene, Frannie - these friends all have one thing in common.

They all want to make a name for themselves. They just have to battle their way through the sexism, racism and homophobia in the industry, while putting on a stupid happy face.


2. Sheri and the Bad Date

Setup dates weren't usually something Sheri agreed to doing. There was always the dreaded thought it could go disastrously. Especially if the man was a creep or an arrogant jackass. Or her date was one of those guys who needed constant validation. She could handle men who were socially awkward, even self-deprecating, but not the men who had the need to ask her how they were doing.

How am I doing? Am I boring you?

She'd been on dates where guys thought it was appropriate to ask these ridiculous questions.

Those men never got a second date.

The man, Rich, she was seeing tonight was a friend of Lawson's husband. He was about seven years older than her and was a fairly accomplished writer, actor and producer.

Lawson had used this as a selling point but the accomplishments wouldn't have detracted from him being an asshole.

Still, Sheri agreed to the date, thinking if it didn't go well she could be upfront and tell the guy they'd be better off as friends.

The upside was that they'd had encounters in the past at social gatherings. He seemed like a decent guy, but being a decent guy didn't always translate to being a decent boyfriend.

Instead of meeting up somewhere, he'd offered to pick her up at her home. A good sign. Although when she saw the establishment he'd selected, she felted grossly underdressed and, therefore, out of place.

Before she'd left the her place, she spent a good hour curling the bottom of her long brown hair and another half an hour coating her face with makeup, wonderfully concealing every trace of her freckles.

Her nervousness also made her indecisive about the proper outfit.

This was another reason why she didn't go on dates. Too much preparation.

She was now wearing a blue retro mod dress with a somewhat flared bottom that hit right above the knee.

So, yes, it was surprising that she was still underdressed. Everyone was elegantly made up and looked like they were headed for a movie premier or gala. The men sported suits, the women decked in formal dresses.

The place was called Cicada Restaurant and offered a vintage vibe, with marvellous Art Deco, custom designed interior and a thirty-foot high rise ceiling that large chandeliers suspended from.

It was a very classy establishment.

Rich was a member, which explained why he was able to catch a reservation on short notice. He'd selected the club menu for the two of them; it was a three course meal.

"I'm glad this place isn't a ten course meal," Sheri said, as she cut into the Atlantic salmon she'd chosen. "I tried those once and I couldn't make it passed the fifth plate."

Rich chuckled. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"Good." She cut her food into smaller pieces. Sheri could never eat larger portions at once. "This place is really not something I'm used to in a first date."


"Well, yeah. Look at how everyone is dressed. I feel ridiculous."

"You look fine," Rich assured her.

Sheri smiled at him. She finally took a bite of her food before glancing her phone, after she withdrawing from her purse. She thought it better to avoid placing it on the table, because she had a bad habit of picking it up a lot.

Her sister had called her ten times, all within the course of the last hour.

"What's wrong?" Rich asked.

She hadn't even realized she was frowning at her screen until he said that. "Nothing," she replied, just as her sister's name popped up. Normally, she would have ignored it but the countless calls were enough to signal it was important. She clicked the answer button and pressed her phone to her ear. "Hey."

"You finally decided to answer your phone?" Her sister sounding both irritated and distraught.

"I'm sorry," Sheri apologized. "I had my phone in my purse and put it on silent."

"That was stupid, Sheri. I've been trying fucking to call you for the last hour. Dad's in the hospital!" She sounded hysterical.

Sheri' felt unease bubbling up inside her chest, a hot sensation whirling upwards through her neck and into her face. "What?" she asked, her voice cracking. The tears welcomed their way over her eyes as she prepared herself for the worst.

"He had a heart attack." Her sister was crying now.

And Sheri couldn't help it. She started crying too. "Is he okay?"

"I don't know. He's in the CCU right now."

"Where are you right now?"

"We're at the Hospital Medical Centre."

"Okay, I'll be there soon," Sheri said before she hung up. She was so shaken up she couldn't even restrain her tears.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Rich asked, sounding concerned.

"My dad had a heart attack." Her voice sounded hoarse.

Rich didn't seem at all affected by her words. If anything, he looked unimpressed. "You don't have to have your friend fake call you to get out of this. If you're not into me just say so."

"That wasn't my friend. It was my sister. My dad's in the hospital right now." She began to sob as she spoke. She couldn't believe this was happening. What if her father died any second? She couldn't even remember the last thing she'd said to him.

Rich's face quickly went white. "Oh fuck, I'm really sorry," he said, sounding genuinely regretful.

"Can you take me to the hospital?"

He didn't even hesitate before responding. "Yeah, of course."


After they arrived, Sheri hugged both her sister and her mother tightly. Then they sat, waiting, hoping everything would be okay.

Sheri stared at her surroundings. Long white hallways that went on forever. Nurses and doctors strolling about. The atmosphere was solemn and dreary.

Why wouldn't they make hospitals more lively? This dullness couldn't possibly put anyone at ease.

Sheri's mother and sister were eerily silent, perhaps riddled with too much panic to speak.

"This probably is the shittiest date ever," Sheri said to Rich.

"It's fine," Rich told her. "I just hope he's okay."

She wiped a few tears from her face. "Yeah." She hoped that too, but hoping was never enough.

She remained quiet for the next few minutes. Rich said nothing, but placed his arm comfortingly around her.

The doctor walked out with a grim expression. As she strolled closer, everyone stood up, eagerly awaiting the news.

"He's in stable condition," she said. "Thankfully, only one of his coronary vessels were blocked. There was very little damage to his heart muscle."

Sheri's heart swam over with relief. She, again, hugged her sister and mother, this time with happiness and not dread.

"Can we see him?" her sister asked.

Sheri worried that the doctor would refuse, but she didn't. "Yes."

Before she went into the room, she embraced Rich. "Thanks for driving me here," she said, pulling away. "But you don't have to stay here."

"It's okay," he said. "I'll wait out here."

The second they were inside and Sheri saw her dad lying in the hospital bed, her mother roughly smacked him in the arm. "Why would you do that?" she asked.

"I just had a heart attack, lay off!" he exclaimed. He seemed to be functioning well considering the circumstances.

"You wouldn't have had one if you didn't still smoke, but you never listen to me!" her mother snapped.

"I just had a heart attack."

"You only had one so I'd keep going easy on you. It's not working."

Despite the tears, and that tightness in her chest, Sheri laughed. It was just like her parents to banter after a terrible situation.  But she kind of loved that about them.

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