6. Callie

Dried puke scratched her face when she awoke on the velvet couch. Before passing out the night before, some vomit dribbled from her mouth onto the cushion. When she sat up, the smell of alcohol that still lingered in the air made her sick to her stomach. It hadn't been long since her last hangover. Her head throbbed. She rubbed her temples while noticing her top was missing. Six other people were sprawled on the floor, sleeping.

Last night's theme party was Woodstock. That explained why she was topless.

When she found her blouse, that hung from the bathroom doorknob, she looked in the mirror and didn't like the person staring back at her. There was more to her than this. Why was she selling herself short?

Living in Paris, alone, wasn't as fun as she thought it'd be.

            Callie Hamilton is a 25-year-old mooch who earns a living by being friends with famous celebrities, such as Tatum Wexford – a fame-driven gossiper whom reporters mark as a "has-been actress." After being introduced to many A-listers through Tatum, she earned a reputation of being "Hollywood's fun sidekick." Callie, like Brooke, would do anything to stay relevant. Not necessarily because she loved the attention and the partying, which was contrary, but because it paid her bills. Callie knew what it was like to be on the verge of homelessness after her mother cut her off from the family fund – and never, would she go back.

            Growing up, she and Rosie were inseparable. They made a pact to sweep family secrets under the rug for the sake of their sanity and safety. When Rosie met Sonny, everything changed. It was no longer them against the world. In the beginning, he paid off their debts and set them up in a loft outside of Los Angeles. Callie made it clear they were a packaged deal and then they wed. Once they tied the knot, Sonny realized how his sister-in-law's reputation was affecting his own, so he stopped paying for her expensive lifestyle. She was family now, sure, but he thought by leaving her high-and-dry, she'd learn her lesson. Instead, it made matters worse. Stirring up past feelings of neglect and abandonment, Callie retaliated by degrading him and his career on social media. The drama only brought her more attention – the kind she, at first, was chasing after. Rosie defended him instead of her. It had been a rocky road since.

Audition:

She didn't plan on returning to The States anytime soon, but this was the exception.

"How was your flight?" Joanna asked enthusiastically, hoping her energy would be contagious.

"Long." Callie replied without a smile. "I'm tired."

She grabbed her snakeskin purse from the ground and headed for the door. The panel was waiting to hear her go on about jet lag. But she meant she was tired of playing different roles.

"Wait!" Freddie yelled after her, which made her stop.

He thought of a quick lie that would make her stay. "Rosie and Sonny want to make things right again."

She was still standing by the door. "I'm listening."

"Take a seat." He insisted.

"I'm fine where I am." She callously retorted. Her natural blonde hair, unlike her sister's, was pushed back by pricey sunglasses. Joanna wondered how much she weighed. Callie was smaller than Rosie. Her size two sundress had room to be taken in. Was she on drugs?

"I'm not going to sugarcoat this for you." Freddie dropped his pen and reclined in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"We need you on the show."

Callie liked to be needed.

"This is your chance to rebuild the broken relationship you have with your sister. America will be able to relate. And being relatable is what will put you in a new light."

Freddie understood her. He'd been working with women like her half his life. "Isn't it time you were given a new label; a label that actually suits who you really are?"

She pursed her lips. "How long do I have to think about it?"