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Sylvia swept into the room, surprising her agent, who was on the phone with a new young starlet. The agent’s secretary was running from her desk, to stop Sylvia. She was yelling, “But Ms. Starlight, you don’t have an appointment!” as Sylvia slammed the door in her face. “Just what’s the big idea, Bernie? I’m supposed to be your leading lady!” Sylvia strode across the room, took the receiver out of his hand, and hung up the phone. Then she threw herself dramatically on the leather sofa with an anguished wail. “You haven’t returned my calls in weeks! It’s because I turned forty, isn’t it? The studio is going to release me from my contract! I’m finished!” She said that with her face buried in the cushions, but he understood what she said. It wasn’t the first time Sylvia had shown up unannounced and caused a scene.
Bernie got up and poured them each a glass of cognac from the decanter on his sidebar. He sat down on the couch beside her. “Sweetie, babydoll, come on! You’re always my number one client! You know that!” Sylvia picked her head up enough to see where the cognac was, took it out of Bernie’s hand, and threw it back in one gulp. Then she put her face down into the cushions and cried some more. “Honeydoll, baby sweets, you gotta know Bernie is your guy! I was only on the phone with Ruby because the studio is looking for someone who can dance for their next picture, and you’re my best actress, but your dancing skills….” Bernie trailed off, took a sip of his cognac.
Sylvia sat up in a flash, swooped Bernie’s glass from his mouth and knocked back his cognac as well. “Oh really? Well how about THIS!” She got off the couch, glass still in hand, and did a little softshoe number into a tap routine into a more modern choreographed number. At the end, she was panting, sweating, and not exactly looking like the famous movie star who had swept into the room minutes before, but she was still Sylvia Starlight, darling of Hollywood, famous for decades. Bernie quickly refilled the cognac and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “My darling girl, when did you have time to learn to dance?” Sylvia set the glass down and wiped daintily at her mouth, her breathing returning to normal. “Don’t be ridiculous, Bernie, I’ve always been a great dancer. I’m a Triple Threat: I can act, I can sing, and I can dance. You just never gave me the opportunity. So get back on the phone with the studio and GET ME THAT PART!” Bernie smiled and shook his head. “Is there nothing you can’t do?”
Scent Notes: A decadent blend of tobacco absolute with sumptuous leather, a stiff glass of cognac and a shot of espresso, bergamot, cardamom, and oakmoss.
