Daddy’s Girls. Tasmina Perry
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Serena flopped back into the luscious feather down of the sofa, resting one stiletto boot heel on the coffee table, rubbing her toes through the leather.
‘I’m bloody exhausted,’ she pouted. ‘Journalists. They’re such a headache. Speaking of which, those lilies are making me feel sick,’ she said, flapping a hand at an enormous vase of trumpet flowers. ‘Can you move them and then get me some aspirin? I’ve got to leave this room before I get cabin fever.’
Clara was both professional and experienced, and over the years had dealt with more divas than she cared to remember. She merely smiled sweetly and phoned the concierge. ‘Aspirin’s on the way,’ she replied, busily tidying up the coffee cups as Serena tutted from the sofa.
‘You do remember,’ added Clara gently, ‘that the cast and crew screening of To Catch a Thief begins at eight p.m.?’
Serena flashed her a look of undisguised boredom. She had no intention of sitting in the dark with the third assistant director and the costume mistress. And besides, she had much bigger fish than To Catch a Thief to fry.
‘I’m afraid I won’t be able to make that, darling,’ she replied airily, lighting up a cigarette.
‘I have a very busy evening tonight and I want to be fresh for tomorrow. By the way,’ she continued casually, ‘can you make sure we have San Pellegrino instead of Badoit in the room tomorrow? Badoit is just a tad too salty.’
Upstairs in the Four Seasons’ presidential suite, Serena took a shower then paced around the room nervously. She walked over to the suite’s dining area, that jutted out fifty-one floors above Madison Avenue, making you feel as if you were floating in space over the pulsating heart of Manhattan. Perching on the edge of the dining table, she looked out at the panorama of New York spread out in front of her. Central Park had become a thick black gulf in the growing dark while yellow taxis darted around it like hornets. She took another drag of her cigarette. New York. She looked at it twinkling in front of her like a golden opportunity made physical, and shivered. Never before had she felt quite so exhilarated, yet quite so apprehensive. In London she had been the queen of the social scene; it was safe and cosy. But here, in front of the Manhattan skyline, London just seemed insignificant.
Serena didn’t want to be London’s hottest star; she wanted to be the world’s hottest star. And that was why she was about to meet Stephen Feldman in the Four Seasons’ bar. Feldman was chairman of Feldman Artist Management, one of the hottest, most ruthless and best-connected artist managers in America. Bicoastal, bisexual and brilliant, even a two-bit waitress was one Feldman strategy away from being a Hollywood superstar. And now he wanted to meet Serena Balcon. She glanced at her watch, then looked at herself reflected in the darkening window. She looked good, and if she played her cards right, New York – America – would soon be hers.
‘Two words. Grace Kelly,’ said Stephen Feldman in his camp New York drawl. ‘In fact, you’re gonna be bigger than Kelly. Sure, she was classy, but she was the daughter of a bum. Serena Balcon is the genuine article. I just know we’re gonna do something very special together.’ Stephen downed his glass of claret and waved the bar’s wine waiter over for a refill. Serena sat back in her banquette and basked. She was loving the attention that Feldman was lavishing on her, eyeing her up like a trainer inspecting a prized stallion.
‘That said, honey, you’ve got a lotta problems,’ he said picking a speck of dust from his camel Brioni cashmere jacket.
Serena looked at him, startled. ‘Problems?’ she spluttered, almost spilling her cocktail. ‘You’ve just been telling me how wonderful I am!’
‘Sweetie, just hear me out,’ he said, pursing his lips. ‘If we’re going to get you up there with Julia, Catherine and Gwyneth, we’re gonna have to make some changes, which starts with getting a proper support system around you. I can’t believe you haven’t already got a manager!’ he said incredulously. ‘Honey, even waitresses in LA have a manager.’
‘I have an agent in LA and London and a publicist in London and it’s worked for me so far,’ she replied, trying to contain her annoyance. If Feldman didn’t have such a fearsome reputation, if he hadn’t worked wonders with the careers of Hollywood legends like David Sanders and Michael Montgomery, she would have been long gone.
‘It’s worked in London, honey. You’re playing with the big boys now,’ smiled Feldman, running his hand through his highlighted blond hair. ‘Plus, you don’t have Tom Archer by your side any more. Sure, he was cute, he was going places – he’s even got Oscar buzz around him now, but he’s gone. Now you have to get noticed by yourself.’ Feldman started stroking his chin, thinking up an angle. ‘Hooking you up with Hollywood royalty wouldn’t hurt. Look how Zeta-Jones skyrocketed after she met Douglas. Or what about the real thing? Hey, why not have a discreet affair with Prince William? You must know him, right?’
They ordered another round of drinks and Feldman took her through his plan. It was both dizzyingly exciting about the future and brutally critical of her past. Serena, he pointed out brusquely, had spent the last five years working on her celebrity not her career. Did she think Julia Roberts or Tom Cruise had made it without a carefully considered strategy? Yes, Feldman had watched some of Serena’s tapes, he said, but they had been mediocre movies with mediocre performances. However, there was some good news. Within five minutes of meeting her, Feldman said, he had known that Serena Balcon could be a good actress and, more importantly, a big, big star. She had a fabulous voice; a little plummy, sure, but rich and sexy, and there was charisma and expression in every little gesture she made. And her physical beauty was awesome.
‘So we’re going to get you to some acting classes,’ he told her bluntly. ‘I know a great woman, Ellen Barber, worked at Lee Strasberg for years, now she does a lot of stuff for me.’
Serena squirmed, caught between anger and embarrassment and still thinking about this so-called ‘Oscar buzz’ around Tom. Where did that come from? Not that poky little arthouse film that had had blink-and-you-miss-it distribution, surely?
‘Acting lessons? At this stage?’
Feldman just raised his eyebrows and looked at her. Serena met his gaze for a moment, then just nodded. Pleased, Feldman carried on with his vision. She would sign up with Greg Bloomberg, former whizz kid at the huge talent agency CAA, who had recently formed the SPK super-agency with some other talent from William Morris and CAA out in LA. He wanted her to be personally looked after by one of the top publicists, not one of their underlings – Pat Kingsley in LA, Lesley Dart or Muffy Beagle in New York. Most importantly, she would have to move to LA.
‘LA,’ she stuttered, instantly balking. She cast her mind back to several years earlier, shortly after she had been expelled from St Mary’s school, when she had flown out to LA to ‘make it’. It had been the only time she had met serious opposition from her father and the only time she had failed at anything. Six months, hundreds of auditions, and a bit-part in a mobile phone commercial later, she had returned to Britain with the stale taste of America’s West Coast in her mouth.
‘But I hate LA,’ she said, ‘the whole city is one big car park!’
Stephen laughed. He had been right about Serena: the girl was a diva already. ‘Sure, and that’s why I spend half my time in New York.’
‘Well, why couldn’t I then?’ asked Serena, pulling her best little-girl face.
Feldman thought for a moment. ‘I guess you could. Liv Tyler, Uma, Julianne Moore, lots of the big girls are based here. You’d still have to go out regularly to build up your profile on the West Coast, but I guess you could do it. The main thing is that you gotta forget about London and come to where the action is, baby!’
‘Well then,’ said Serena, lifting her flute, ‘I guess we’re in business.’
‘Damn straight!’ replied Stephen, clinking his glass against hers. ‘By the time we’ve finished, you’re not going to be just an actress, you’re going to be an international business brand – clothing