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My Friend Shannen
“Come on Shannen, we’re gonna be late!†I stood in Shannen’s kitchen, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest. Normally, I don’t care so much about being on time. In fact, quite often I’m running late myself. But when it comes to movies, I like to be on time. Early even. I don’t why I’m so OCD about this particular thing, I just am. Maybe because I’m in the business myself, I feel the need to show my fellow actors some respect. Even though some of them don’t deserve it.
Anyway, in case you were wondering, I’m Holly Marie Combs, longtime best friend of Shannen Doherty. Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Isn’t Shannen Doherty Hollywood’s biggest bitch? Well, as someone who knows almost everything there is to know about the woman, I can say that almost everything you’ve heard about her is either exaggerated or untrue. Shannen is truly one of the kindest people I know. So she made a few mistakes when she was a teenager—who hasn’t? If you’ve never done anything wrong, I’d really like to meet you because that means you’re Jesus. Anyway, despite what you may have heard about her, Shannen Doherty really is a good person. Except when she makes me late to the movies.
“Seriously Shannen, we’re gonna miss the previews!†I heard snickering coming from the stairwell.
“You and your previews,†Shannen said with a chuckle. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was rolling her eyes.
“I like to see what new movies are coming up that I wasn’t asked to be in. So sue me.†Shannen reached the bottom of the stairs and turned a corner toward the kitchen where I was waiting. She carried herself with such poise. In addition to the skinny jeans and flowing blouse she had on, she donned a hat and a large pair of sunglasses. I had to keep myself from outwardly giggling. “Embracing the stereotype, are we?â€
“I know, I know,†said Shannen. “But if I don’t, it’ll take us half an hour to get from the car to the theater.†At the risk of being even later to the movie, I decided to let Shannen keep the disguise. As we headed out to the car, Shannen said,
“You know, you’re lucky you don’t have to wear this stuff.â€
“I don’t really call it luck,†I corrected. “I call it ‘no one really knows who I am, therefore I don’t need to blend in’.â€
“Don’t be silly, lots of people know who you are,†said Shannen. “People know you from Picket Fences.â€
“Yeah, you know I get ‘hey Kimberley’ sometimes,†I said. “But somehow that’s not quite as satisfying.â€
“At least you don’t get ‘hey bitch’,†said Shannen. I have to admit, she had a point there. She grinned at me, as if the snide comments thrown at her from haters stuck in the past didn’t bother her. I knew better. She’s come so far from her not-so-perfect past, yet the fact that her mistakes are what she’s best known for makes her cringe inside, though she tries not to show it. I don’t blame her. She holds up better than I ever would have. “Well,†said Shannen, bringing me back to reality. “One of these days, some amazing project is going to come along and make you so big you’ll be waving at me from your private jet.â€
“Okay first of all, I’d totally take you with me on my private jet. And second of all, not gonna happen. “
“You just wait,†said Shannen, sliding into the driver’s seat of her car. I hopped into the passenger side and felt something crunch underneath me. Reaching under myself I pulled out a packet of paper.
“What’s this, a script?†I asked Shannen as she pulled out of the driveway.
“Oh yeah,†said Shannen. “It’s the pilot of this show I’m thinking about doing. It’s about these three sisters. Read it if you want, it’s pretty good.â€
“Charmed,†I read out loud. “Sounds interesting enough.†I opened the script and read the description, raising an eyebrow. “The sisters are witches?â€
“Yeah, kind of weird,†said Shannen. “But it’s more than just witch stuff. At its core, it’s the story of three sisters and their relationships with each other. I think it has potential.†I started reading the opening scene.
“Prue, Piper, and Phoebe?†I said with a chuckle. “Where did they get these names?†I read a little further. “Which one do you see yourself playing?â€
“Definitely Prue,†said Shannen. I continued to read the script, picturing Shannen in my mind as Prue. I got so absorbed in the lives of Prue, Piper, and Phoebe that I didn’t notice Shannen park the car and step out. When she saw that I wasn’t moving, she opened the door and stuck her head back in the car. With a devilish grin she said,
“Come on Holly, we’re gonna miss the previews.â€