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ready for the first shoot.”
    Curt hurried
over, desperate to hold her in his arms and tell her how much he
loved her.
    “Doris,” he
said, bursting into her trailer without knocking. “I’m sorry, I
love…”
    Dahlia looked
up at him wide eyed from the cocaine she was snorting, crouched
over the little table. A rolled up twenty pound note dangled from
her fingers and white powder decorated her nostrils. Hastily, she
wiped it away.
    “Curt, I can
explain…”
    “Save it, Dahlia. ” He turned to leave, then paused for a second. “Oh,
and I retract my offer of marriage. I am done with this shit. ”
    “Curt! Baby,
please wait, let me explain…”
    Curt hurried
out the trailer. For the first time in his life, tears stung his
eyes. Incredulously, he wiped them away. He had meant what he had
said in there, and not just about calling off the engagement. He
realised in that moment how much he hated acting. The whole scene
was a load of bollocks. It was all so fake, so narcissistic, so pathetic.
    “Hey, Curt,” a
young guy he didn’t recognise called over to him. “I think you need
to see this, mate.”
    The young man
with Camera Crew scrawled on the back of his jumper waved a
copy of a British daily under Curt’s nose.
    ‘ Double
Trouble !’ blared the headline on the front cover, followed by
the sub-heading: ‘Dahlia Dean in drug-overdose scandal.
Identical twin, Doris Dean takes her sister’s place to attend the
film premiere for ‘Brick Face’ while Dahlia was holed up in
rehab…’
    Curt snatched
the paper to read the article, his heart thumping painfully
hard…
    ‘ Whoever
would have guessed that model and actress, Dahlia Dean had an
identical twin? After a particular nasty incident involving another
man and a woman, a nightclub toilet and a lot of cocaine, Dahlia
Dean was rushed to hospital with a near fatal overdose. She went
straight into rehab while her identical twin, Doris, stepped in to
take her place, to attend the film premiere of her sister’s
break-through film.
    The question
is, was her leading man, Curt Gunner, in on the conspiracy too?
When he announced to the world that he and Dahlia were an item, was
it Dahlia he meant, or Doris?...’
    Curt couldn’t
read anymore because he felt sick. With trembling fingers, he
folded up the paper and tucked it under the crook of his arm.
    “Hey man, are
you OK?” the young guy asked. “I just thought you might want to see
it…”
    Curt completely
blanked him and walked away. He reached the perimeter of the film
set and carried on walking. As he walked he switched off his mobile
phone and discarded it in the nearest litter bin.
     
    Doris didn’t
hear the news until Dahlia phoned her on her landline in Cornwall
later that day.
    “Have you seen the god-damn papers?” Dahlia spat, her voice nearing
hysteria.
    “Hello Dahlia,
how are you? I’m fine, thanks.”
    “So you’re
holed up in your shitty little cottage, writing your romantic crap
and ignoring the rest of the world as usual then?”
    “What’s
happened? Why are you so ratty?” she asked, ignoring her sister’s
entirely accurate accusation.
    “It’s all out.
My overdose, you standing in for me, everything. ”
    Doris’s blood
ran cold and she almost dropped the phone. “What do you mean?” she
whispered.
    “It’s pretty
fucking obvious what I mean, wouldn’t you say?”
    “OK, Dahlia,
you need to calm down…”
    “Don’t you dare
tell me to calm down. This is all a fucking mess. And it was all
going so well too. I hope it wasn’t you that leaked it to the
papers.”
    “No! God, why
would I do such a thing?”
    “Because you’ve
always been jealous of me. Because when you were fucking my boyfriend, you went and fell for him and now you’re doing your best
to fuck it all up for me.”
    “Dahlia, you
sound wired, have you been taking drugs?”
    “He finished
with me, you know,” she said in the same, high-pitched, manic
voice.
    “ What? ”
    Now the phone
was so