Page 32 of Jace 4Ever
Jace: Glad to know you think my friends are just as nuts as I do.
Nelson: Second topic - handed in the script yesterday.
I swallowed and grimaced. We’d worked so hard on that damn thing for the past month.
Jace: ?
Nelson: They love it.
Jace: YES.
Nelson: Max is looking to see if he can legally have the original author moved to a credit line instead of a full credit.
Jace: Wait, what?
Nelson: You and I are splitting 80% credit for the writing.
Holy effing mother of cheese and rice with chicken. I did fast math in my head. Typically, the pay for a major motion picture was $250,000, and there were outliers. But if we got the standard fee...that was going to be nearly a hundred thousand dollars.
I actually tripped over my own equipment power cord.
Jace: Are they going to advance on that?
Nelson: Ha. I knew you’d like that. Yes. 10%. And get this...
Nelson: He wants you on set with me for on the spot script tweaks.
On set. Holy crap. That meant more money.
Jace: YES. ABSOLUTELY.
Nelson: Excellent. Are you coming over for dinner tonight?
Jace: Do you want me to?
Nelson: Of course.
Jace: I’ll be there.
Nelson: Bring me a blank check and I’ll get Max to transfer the advance tomorrow.
This was my way out. It was going to get me out of this situation, away from porn, away from feeling like I had nowhere to go and nothing to look forward to until I paid Denis back. This was just basically like the best day.
I rangthe doorbell under the stairs after juggling the pizza so I could. Nelson was usually downstairs in the den, and he just asked me to ring down there.
A minute later, the deadbolt clicked open, and the knob unlocked. The door swung open and Nelson was standing there in a towel.
I groaned and nearly dropped the pizza.
He unlocked the screen door and swung it open. “Hey, sexy, come on in.”
“Calling me sexy,” I grumbled. “I almost dropped the pizza, man. Aren’t you afraid of the paparazzi catching you like this?”
“Nah.” He shrugged, closing and locking the door behind me. “They’ve seen more of me. Plus, the angle of the doorway and stairs means there’s only one real place you can get a shot under here, and that’s a no parking anytime zone. Works out perfectly.”
I’d been here so many times, I didn’t even need directions of what to do with the pizza. I marched down the hall to the sitting room and put it down on the coffee table.
Before I had a chance to stay anything, Nelson’s hand was on my elbow. He spun me around and hauled me against his still damp body, and crashed his lips on mine. I couldn’t help but melt against him and into him.
