Hollywood Wanna-Be

Mackenzie Bentworth stared out the car window. A quick shiver danced up her spine. Today was Friday, the day of auditions for the commercial. Mackenzie tried hard to picture herself on T.V., trying to get people to buy Honey Bunny Chocolates. It seemed easy to get the part, although the young Hollywood resident knew it wasn’t.

“Kenzie?” Mrs. Bentworth looked into her rearview mirror. Mackenzie glanced up into her mom’s glassy blue eyes. Mrs. Bentworth smiled.

“Sweetie, I’m not an actor. I’ve never been in a commercial, never acted for anyone. But I’m an adult, so I can give you a word of wisdom. Do your best. It may seem simple, but it’s true. And something you need to be reminded of. So just do your best, okay?” Not getting an answer, she winked at her daughter. “I know you’ll do great. Now go rock that stage!” Mackenzie smiled as best as she could, and hugged her mom.

Then she slammed the car door shut. Her breath was taken away as Kenzie stared up at LL Commercial HeadquartersThe modern building had a sleek, white paint with stunning height. And the line of girls was even bigger. Thousands of people waiting, hoping to get the part. Mackenzie crossed her fingers, and strutted up to the back of the line, her mom close behind. A young teenager stood with her mother, chatting away at how confident she was. “…Because we all know, like, that I’m perfect for the part, and I’m totes going to be on T.V.! BTW, I’ve of course been on twenty commercials, so I’m like, like a pro already!”

Mackenzie felt sick, but remembered what her mom had said. Try your best, try your best, try your best. It became a little chant, Kenzie’s only source of hope. She stared up at her mom, who was peeking over people’s heads at something.  “What is it, Mom?” she asked. Mrs. Bentworth looked down at her.

“The doors have opened,” she said with a grin. “It’s time.”


“I’ll never be a commercial star!” Mackenzie sobbed, angrily knocking tears off her cheeks. “Ever!” She clicked her seatbelt on, not caring if it was on right, not caring at all. Her mom was silent up in the front seat, praying.

Mackenzie glared at the flyer in her hand. She felt like stomping on it, kicking it to high heaven, tossing it out the window. She would never, EVER eat Honey Bunny Chocolates again. Kenzie took a shaky breath and tried to sort out her thoughts.

When she had been called to try out for the role, Mackenzie had entered an empty auditorium with two women inside. They had been LL Commercial judges. When told to sing The National Anthem, and act something out, Kenzie had nodded. She opened her mouth, and waited. But nothing came out. One minute, two minutes passed. The judges had given her chance, then told Mackenzie Bentworth, Hollywood Wanna-Be that she was “dismissed”.

Mackenzie gulped. She was out of tears, out of hope, and out of luck. Her mom suddenly interrupted Kenzie’s thoughts.

“Honey?” Mackenzie stopped Mrs. Bentworth from continuing.

“Please don’t call me Honey, Mom! It reminds me too much of…” she didn’t have to finish. Her mother knew “Honey” reminded Kenzie of Honey Bunny Chocolates.

Looking at the tear-stained face, she said, “Mackenzie, listen. I know you wanted that part. Every single girl in line wanted it, like you. But just because you didn’t get to be in the Honey Bu- I mean, commercial, doesn’t mean it’s over. Hollywood is brimming with commercial auditions, right?”



Mackenzie stared right up into her mom’s face. “No. I don’t want to be in a commercial. Ever again.”


7 thoughts on “Hollywood Wanna-Be

  1. Mike Adamson says:

    Love the name. Love that she has a nickname. Love that you’re getting inside the mind of an adult and doing it well. It’s really hard to create legitimate characters that aren’t you and to have them think and act like they should. I love the flash forward instead of just letting the arc flow sequentially. Keep writing. Keep growing. Keep experimenting. Best writing yet.


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