"Excuse me, Mr.Mehler? Ms.Cyrus is here for your nine-thirty appointment."
Edward sat forward in the soft black leather chair, bringing his elbows to rest upon the edge of the beautiful red oak desk. His elbows came to a lean there so his hands could then cradle together, fingers entwined, set in front of and thus hiding a grin of excitement that set upon his face. "Is she now," he whispered to himself, the slightly developed lines at the corners of his eyes and of his lips forming on the thirty-something man's face. Brown eyes looked through a pair of dark, thin glasses, casting their glance down to the digital camera set to one side of his desk, atop a small pile of manila folders. "This certainly promises to be an interesting casting call, one way or another," the man continued to himself, unlacing his hands to then reach a finger over to the intercom button. "Thank you," he replied to the voice. "Please send her in."
And that was it, the only thing left to do now was not to develop cold feet. Neither of them could. This had too much potential on its own, this project, and on top of that Edward knew it would be the work that would make or break his career. With a smirk on his face that spoke of both excitement and confidence he rose from the tall-backed leather rolling chair and made his way over to a set of vertical blinds. The office here was quite fancy and everything about it spoke of money - he was used to none of this extravagance yet, truth be told, having only been here for all of a week. Hell, before this all he'd done were independent movies, this being the first huge production with his name attached. When coming up with this idea, though, the series he was in the process of casting for, Edward's investors had agreed to see that it was funded enough to be as professionally as possible, which included them insisting on a lavish office; professionalism from the beginning, he supposed.
The floors were made of wood, but dissimilar to the desk, they were a dark mahogany. The walls were a calm, simple white, but with an outline of a tree elegantly painted behind on the wall behind the desk, with its leaves blowing in the wind over the expanse of an entire second wall, stopping just before the door. Past the door was the third wall, comprised mostly of a fish tank, tropical, four feet high and eight wide, the fish providing a vivid juxtapose of color in contrast to the rest of the walls of the office. Finally came the fourth wall, the entirety of it a long, large window covered in vertical slats from end to end. The one thing the office didn't have was a chair for people to sit in. Along those slats, which would have one sitting facing the wall with the leaves and the door while the desk was on the right, was an elegant red velvet couch, its back backless, its arms leaning slightly outward in their rise before curling into themselves.
Edward turned the vertical blinds closed. This still allowed enough light to naturally shine through the lengths for the room to be well lit without allowing any to see in; there was complete privacy. Following that, he took the camera from his desk before going to wait in front of it, standing there with an excited smile on his face and an eager lens on the door. And a slight, slight excitement poking at the front of his leather pants. Only slight. He had to remain calm, but he still knew where things might or might not go, where the conversation would certainly lead. Finishing off the man's look, from bottom to top, were a pair of brand new black boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, a silver ring on his left hand, a silver necklace sitting high on his chest, a silver stud in his right ear, and a head of attractively messy dirty blonde hair.
His chest beat with anticipation.
The light atop the lens was green. The doorway, soon to be the young actress' entrance, was being filmed.<|im_end|>
Word circulated through all the right channels. A new film being showcased, a film that would eclipse Avatar in proportion. Already stars were being called, the hottest and best of Hollywood being summoned forth. Rumor had placed several of the hottest women in the business coming forth to take roles. Most interestingly, the cast list seemed to be mostly young vixens, spry things more known for their beauty than any real acting talent (though there was some of that as well). This rumor reached Miley Cyrus. The vivacious brunette was mostly known for her long-term stand as Hannah Montana, the fake Disney character that had built a fortune for Miss Cyrus. She was a teen icon, and she knew it. She also knew that her body had become something that men drooled over. This little girl was becoming an adult, and she had no qualms about showcasing that. Which explained why she was in a flirty skirt now: white and tight along her lean frame. A slit bared a good deal of delicate white thigh: tantalizing bits of ivory skin just showing. The girl danced when she sung, and exercised on top of those, making her lean. You simply had to trail up, seeing the hips that had just flowed out, filling the skirt and showing how well she filled clothing. Further up was a flowing blouse, one that was just shy of scandalous. A good swish and it would bare her tight stomach, bejeweled with a brilliant amethyst. Further up were a pair of breasts that somehow hadn't realized their owner had hit eighteen yet. The face still held some of the youthfulness as well: rounded with wide blue eyes. However, sultry makeup made it clear that this was a woman, as did the brunette, highlighted curls that fell just below her shoulders.
The young starlet favored the man with a smile. She knew this was an audition, and she also knew she was desperate for the part. Miley had been desperate to prove that she could act, that there was real talent there. In fact, that desire was nearly as strong as her urge to prove herself to be a full adult now. This growing girl stopped just a few feet from the man, her smile turning warm, almost sultry. When she spoke, her Southern accent seemed to layer the words with honey. "Hello there. I believe you were expecting me," she said. Her blue eyes moved about, but didn't locate a chair, so instead, she opted to shift slightly, trying to stand as comfortably as possible. "Don't you want to give a girl a place to sit? Unless you think this isn't going to take that long?" Miley winked at him. A little flirting couldn't hurt, especially when you had a body like Miley's.<|im_end|>