The Script of Your Life E-Book

Veronika Esslinger

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 140

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Emmas life hasn't always been a piece of cake. Early on, she already had to prove herself to her family and always stood in her sister's shadow. A dangerous love affair in Hollywood and many curiosities couldn't stop her. The development of one's own potential and an inner strength - despite all odds - are shaping this story. Now, she is a successful business woman with two beauty salons, as well as a popular choreographer and dancer. This is a book about the ups and downs of life. And about an ambitious and aspiring woman who never stopped fighting for her dreams; a woman who was even brave enough to go to the end of the world to make them come true. A story of love, passion, suffering and decisions.

Leseprobe

Veronika Esslinger

The script ofyour Life

© 2019 Veronika Esslinger

Publishing Company & Print: tredition GmbH, Halenreie 40-44 22359 Hamburg

ISBN

Paperback:

978-3-7497-3712-3

Hardcover:

978-3-7497-3713-0

e-Book:

978-3-7497-3714-7

Imprint:

Author: Veronika Esslinger

Design and Co-Author:

MS Design, Melanie Stadelbauer

Bloggerherz, Christian Gera

The work including its parts is protected by copyright. Any use is prohibited without the consent of the publisher and the author. This applies in particular to electronic or other duplication, translation, distribution and public disclosure.

Think carefully about what you’re

wishing for and work hard to make your

dreams come true. I’m thankful to my

parents & friends, for being by my side

through all ups and downs and for

allowing me to live my dreams.

Good friends listen to your story; true

friends help you write it.

Thanks to Karin Seven, actress & coach

from Berlin, for your support and your

unwavering faith in me.

Thanks to Anna Russo, Make-Up-Artist

from Los Angeles, for your inspiration &

friendship.

Table of contents

Prolog

New beginning and dreams

Paris

Los Angeles

Berlin

Who am I?

Richard

Back to Berlin

Los Angeles II – Reunion with Matthews

Flight or destination?

Prolog

Where do I begin? How could I reveal my inner thoughts to the outside? How do I write my book and tell my very own story? I observe a butterfly flap its wings, time stands still. With closed eyes, I sit on a park bench in late summer. Right in the center of Berlin. The wind gently touches my skin, I can feel goosebumps on my arms and a chilly breeze clears my mind …

“WHATEVER YOU CAN DO OR DREAM YOU CAN; BEGIN IT.”

-JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

I had only just read this sentence on a wall in the park. They touched my soul deep inside. At first, I was startled like a young deer when I discovered these words, but then I recognized their depth; an abyss even. I needed to think things through and I needed to decide which path I was going to take in my life. Here and now. On this park bench in late summer. The time was there to take a look back and put the puzzle pieces together. Like a butterfly, my thoughts flew off and unfolded my previous life before me ….

Emma’s life has never been a piece of cake. Even when she was still young, she had to prove herself to her family and the people around her. She always stood in her sister’s shadow.

But Emma found a way, her very own way in fact, to live out her potential and her passion. A couple of years later, she even founded her own company and kept overcoming any obstacles standing in her way. She gained confidence and strength and mastered all hurdles. Setbacks and low blows couldn’t stop her. All of this – especially the failures - are what makes or breaks a person at the end of the day.

But what happened to her? Where were all the glory and the glamour? The applause? She could have all of that. But did she even still want it? She was sad and torn apart inside, but she had a clear mind and she was focused. But why did she feel this way now?

Emma was a successful business woman with two beauty salons. She was living in Berlin, in a beautiful apartment in the green… Just like she had always dreamed of, but deep inside she was still looking for her true purpose.

Something was missing. She looked at her life in some kind of bird’s-eye view. The higher she flew, the smaller she felt. An abyss opened in front of the park bench she was sitting on.

Should she jump? Should she rather stay? Which path should she choose? …What was it that tore her apart inside?

She was regularly booked as a choreographer and dancer. That was her passion, her hobby, her muse. She was just about to make a breakthrough as an actress as well.

But then there was this one single encounter that changed her life entirely. Matthews, an actor from Hollywood.

A dangerous amour, marked by love, suffering and intrigues. Be careful what you wish for, because it might come true.

The Script of your Life is a story with depth, heartache and tragedy.

… Which path would Emma choose?

Which role in life would she take on?

Go on a journey of life in “the City of Angels” affected by drama, rumors and dangerous love affairs… but especially with the knowledge that dreams come true despite all obstacles in life.

“If you can dream it, you can do it!” (Walt Disney)

New beginning and dreams

My new life situation was a challenge. In this year, I had split up with my ex-fiancé. Not that he minded; he just moved on with the next woman in the house that we had lived in together.

When I moved out of the house this summer, I was pretty sure my world would crumble. I had to look for a new place to stay. Fortunately, I had good friends and so I could crash at my friends’ place in Zürich for three weeks. She tried to comfort me and lovingly took care of me. “Forget about Richard” Vanessa said every day. But that was easy for her to say. Our wedding was set already. Meanwhile, with the help of a real estate agent I befriended, a client in my beauty salon, I searched for a new apartment.

Vanessa asked me to not stay home all day and drown myself in selfpity: Zürich was right outside the door! She was working as a barkeeper in a popular scene bar right in the center of Zürich.

“Come with me, forget about Richard!” she demanded.

Eventually, I gave in to her demands with a heavy heart. Prettied up, yet quite empty inside still, we went to the lounge bar.

I didn’t really feel like dealing with a big crowd of people. Vanessa was quite busy herself. So, I sat down at the bar counter where, luckily, there weren’t too many people. Vanessa came by right away and poured a glass of Rosé champagne for me. Was there even anything for me to celebrate? According to Vanessa, I did, but according to myself, I did not. I was still deeply hurt…

A man in his forties took a seat next to me. I could feel his glance on me; he must have liked what he saw. I could feel this chemistry between us right away.

He talked to me in English without any accent. His pronunciation was as perfect as I had last heard it in Los Angeles when I visited the city…

I told him about my beauty salon and that I was also working as a professional dancer/choreographer on the side. And he actually did come from Los Angeles and worked as a producer in Hollywood.

Incredible!… was my first thought, and obviously, any man could tell you the same, if he was trying to hookup. But my guts told me he was indeed a nice and honest guy from Los Angeles. Crazy how life goes sometimes and how fate sometimes brings people together in the most exceptional situations. Especially when you don’t expect it.

It was a great evening which slowly drew to an end. In the end, we exchanged numbers.

Right away, I began doing some research regarding my new acquaintance; highly amused and grinning, Vanessa just shook her head. “Sweetie, do you seriously think this guy is for real? And what then? Do you think, Bill is just going to give you a role in one of his movies and then you’re becoming famous?”

“I mean, duh!” I said laughing.

As it turned out in the end, he really didn’t lie. Vanessa snapped my phone out of my hand and stared at the online results and pictures just as dumbfounded.

She stopped the car, turned around towards me and grabbed my shoulder with a dead serious expression on her face:

“Imagine this was your breakthrough! That would be incredible” euphoric and with all kinds of Hollywood dreams in our luggage, we drove towards the last sunrays of the day…

When my phone rang the next morning, I was shocked and so excited at the same time – it was Bill the Hollywood producer. Of course, I didn’t want to show how nervous I was. I was so excited I barely could get a word out of my mouth.

Fortunately, Bill was a bit more experienced than me and got straight to the point. “Hi, it’s me, Bill. I wanna say thanks for the great evening yesterday at the Lounge bar, it was really nice to meet you.”

I managed to stay calm despite the excitement about his call, as the famous caller rather quickly clouded my euphoria about seeing him again soon:

Since the filming for his new movie started soon, he had to leave that night and go back to LA. I was so sad about this. Bill might have noticed at the other end.

“When you come to Los Angeles, let`s meet for a coffee! I’ll show you the City of Angels. Let’s stay in touch!“

I wanted to keep in contact. I felt a strong connection to him. Even if the wounds of my breakup were still fresh. I wanted to get out, away from here. And I firmly believed that we would meet soon again…

It was a rainy afternoon in November, I was visiting Zurich again and met friends at an art exhibition. There were a lot of people but I separated myself from the crowd to enjoy the art in peace.

I stopped in front of a Monet; the picture fascinated me.

To my right, I noticed an attractive, dark-haired man in elegant clothes. He was focused on the same picture as I was. He looked to the left when our eyes met.

We smiled at each other and then looked back at the art.

“Hi, I’m Matthews!” he said surprised.

“Hello, my name is Emma!” - … “beautiful art exhibition, wouldn’t you agree, Emma?“

… I nodded reservedly and didn’t really show any interest in Matthews, yet he kept going.

Matthews, a tall, lean and imposing man with such a breath-taking aura – at least to me – who was particularly good at being mysterious… we talked in a way that made me forget anything around me.

“Emma, would you be interested in having a little appetizer with me at the bar?” He expressed himself according to his appearance. “I’d like that” I replied.

Arriving at the bar, Matthews showed genuine interest in my life; I told him about my career. Then I got curious myself and wanted to hear more of his own story.

“I’m an actor and I live in Los Angeles; I am just here for a visit…”

I couldn’t believe it; once again I met someone from Los Angeles; in Zurich, as well. Could there even be coincidences like these in life? This city seemed to magically attract me somehow.

“Wow, color me impressed!” “No, what you are doing is impressing” Matthews countered. We smiled and right away, there was this magic surrounding us.

Do you know these kinds of evenings and nights that pass in slow motion, where you forget anything around you?

We turned night to day by dancing through the bars and clubs of the city. I forgot about Richard.

Even if nobody said it out loud, we both knew there was something special between us. We already planned a second meeting which was supposed to take place in Paris…

Paris

I loved this city. Even more I loved the thought of seeing Matthews again the next day!

Months passed after our first meeting and the desire to see him again took over me. I felt taken back to when I was 17, to my time as a teenager!

Matthews managed to get us two tickets for the Moulin Rouge Show, a table with the perfect view at the stage. I was more than happy. I could feel a tingling in my entire body…

Slowly, the weight of my past and my breakup with Richard; my entire old life so to say, was lifted off my shoulders.

Matthews seemed to have noticed that as well as he was excited about how much I could let my guard down around him.

Moulin Rouge, here we go…

But before it could get there, I traveled ahead to meet my aunt. She lived in Paris, not far away from the Moulin Rouge and I had a key to her apartment. She was going to be in her apartment to welcome me the next day.

As a fashion designer, she was traveling the world a lot and I was really looking forward to seeing her again. She turned into a typical Parisian lady. Always dressed well, one package of cigarettes a day, sometimes more. Her perfect French sounded so elegant and the way she expressed herself was always on point. She knew the Parisian fashion scene which I appreciated a lot and she never was at a loss for words.

I was so excited, what should I wear? Which pair of shoes would work, if I picked a dress? Or rather pants with a fitting blouse? No, rather a dress.

“I’d grab the little black dress, if I was you!” auntie said, to make it easier for me to decide – and smoked one of her long cigarettes.

The bright red lipstick she wore emphasized her elegant, chic look combined with her widely-cut coat and the fitting hat.

Her updo hairstyle let a few strands of her silver hair shine through beneath the wide brim of her hat. I liked her purposely elegant style. “Come here, I’ll style your hair. A light wave perhaps, so you don’t appear so strict?”

I let her decide and trusted her blindly, since she was a style icon to me anyways. Two hours left before the show started. I did decide for the little black dress, my hair was done in a gentle wave that playfully covered a part of my face. Smokey Eyes, but not too overdone and a hint of red lipstick. The black and gray glitter High heels rounded off the outfit. The Chanel perfume gave a subtle erotic hint that I wanted to achieve.

After the styling, I was so nervous that my aunt poured me another glass of Rosé champagne.

“Here’s to a great evening!“ she said and raised her glass as well. … I really had to visit her more often, I thought to myself….

The noble penthouse apartment of my aunt was indeed quite impressive! Its location rounded off the atmosphere well. I loved Paris and its diversity and the individuality of the people. Just the smell which was ever-present in the little streets of Paris. A mixture of smoke, perfume, creativity and danger! But that was what made the city so exciting.

The vibration of my phone brought me back to reality.

“Well? Is it Matthews” The suggestive grin on my auntie’s face said it all.

“Yes, indeed. He only just arrived. You can’t even imagine how nervous I am!” Quickly, I put on my beige coat on top of my little black dress…

It was only 10 minutes walking distance to the Moulin Rouge. But walking there seemed to take an eternity. It was a chilly evening in January. Despite the bad weather, a lot of people were sitting outside the cafés to the sides of the Parisian streets.

With every step I made, I felt more and more nervous.

There was already a huge crowd gathering in front of the gates to the famous Varietés. And then I saw him. His elegant appearance almost reminded me of “Joe Black”… He wore a black suit, a white shirt underneath and a black bow tie. A Chanel scarf in beige rounded off his style.

There was a smile on his face when he saw me. I couldn’t believe it. It was him indeed! Matthews! And he looked so good!

Nervously, I kept forcing myself to calm down as I walked towards him. My aunt sure knew what she was doing when she poured me the champagne. It didn’t miss its effect.

“Hi!” we said at the same time. He gave me a warm hug that I would have liked to drown in. “Hi” I said again and smiled. “That’s a long line, I hope you’re going to enjoy the show. I’ve seen it once before and the performance was amazing, such an artistic pleasure!”

The crowd slowly moved towards the entrance. I could feel the sparks flying between Matthews and me.

“Welcome to the Moulin Rouge, please enjoy the show!” the man at the entrance said. There were well-dressed and highly excited people all around us. The atmosphere was exciting itself and inspiring at the same time.