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him one evening, met him at the stage door and told him to meet him for lunch the next day.   Dubious, but not one to pass up any opportunity, he’d gone to that meeting and had been handed the Broadway break he’d dreamed of.  
    For the first few years of his career it had been stage acting he was known for, winning many awards for his theatre work.   Awards he was immensely proud of.   But he’d ultimately wanted to work in movies, so he’d found himself an agent who was willing to tout his name around Hollywood to see what opportunities were available, and within a month before he’d packed up his life and relocated back to Los Angeles.  
    The transition from stage actor to big screen star had been easier than he’d imagined, and although it had brought it’s fair share of troubles this town had given him his dream, and he’d be forever grateful.   It had given him chances and he was taking every one, which was why he was now branching out into producing and directing – it seemed the natural progression in his already extremely successful career – with this new, soon-to-begin-shooting Reece Brogan and Kenny Ross movie, if they ever got around to finding a seemingly elusive female lead, that was.   
    It had been partly his idea to go for a new and unknown face, although it was slowly starting to feel like a bad one.   If they couldn’t find anyone soon they’d have to look at re-testing actresses they’d already seen and the thought of that just drained him.
    He leaned over and grudgingly picked up the ‘phone.   “Yep.”
    “Michael?   It’s Vince.”   Vince Maine was Michael’s co-producer, his partner in their movie production company, a long-time friend and successful hotel and casino owner from Las Vegas .
    “Vince, how’s it going?”   Michael ran a hand over the back of his neck and hoped this conversation was going to be short.   He wasn’t in the mood for business talk tonight.
    “Guess what?” Vince went on, a hint of excitement in his voice.   “The search is over.   I think we might have found her, Michael.   Our leading lady.   I think we‘ve finally found her.”

 
    CHAPTER 3
     
    India curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, not really taking anything in.   Last night had been a blur; something like that just didn’t happen to people in real-life.   Not people like her, anyway.   Famous film stars didn’t just come up to people and tell them they’d be perfect in movies.   Life wasn’t that fantastic.
    Charley sat down next to her, nudging her gently, handing her a cup of tea.
    “Here you go.   Drink this.   I’ve made some toast, if you want some.”
    India shook her head, smiling at her friend as she took the tea she held out to her.   “No, thanks.   I’m not hungry.”
    Charley settled herself into the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest as she looked at India .   “Are you going in to work this afternoon?”
    India shrugged, staring down into her tea.   “I don’t know what to do, Charley.”
    “I’d be packing if it was me.   Los Angeles or Newcastle ?   Hmmm, let me think about that, for about a nano second.”
    India looked at her.   “Come on, Charley.   It’s ridiculous!   Nobody just walks up to someone and says ‘ come out to L.A. , you’d be perfect for our movie’ .   It just doesn’t happen.”
    “It happened to you .”
    Charley couldn’t believe India was even thinking about it.   If Reece Brogan had walked up to her and told her he was taking her to L.A. next week she’d have been packed and out of that flat quicker than you could say Red Carpet!   But Charley wasn’t India .   Charley didn’t always think before she did things.   India sometimes thought too much.
    India took a drink, blowing on the tea to cool it down.   “I can’t just go swanning off to Los Angeles , Charley.”
    “Why not?”
    India looked at her friend again.   “So, you think I should just drop