Tim Jones was only 19 and was a rising star in Hollywood. He just starred in his first major film "Phone booth" for Warner Bros opposite the very beautiful Jane Briggs. The kid from Michigan was now a major star. His newfound success led him to be invited to a party in Beverly Hills with all of the big time actors, directors, and studio heads.

The party was being held by Wayne Fisher at his mansion he was the studio head of Redline Pictures. His films were changing Hollywood by the day if you wanted to go somewhere you had to be around this man. Tim Jones only met him a couple of times and he was surprised he got an invite at all. Arriving at the mansion Tim gave the keys to the valet and made his way inside.

A band was playing music and he recognized a few faces. By the bar enjoying a couple of drinks was Sebastian Anderson, the best director in Hollywood. He's never worked with him but hoped to in the future. Standing in front of the fireplace socializing with the other guests was Karie Crater the actress, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on and to Tim was out of his league.

"Tim!" he recognized that voice it was Jane Briggs and she had her arms locked around Wayne Fisher! Were they an item or was there something else going on?

"So nice you could make it. This is him Wayne the guy I told you about he was with me in Phone Booth. He was just simply amazing I loved that one scene where your character is all alone It was deep and a great reflection about life."

Wayne extended his arm and shook Tim's hand.

"Nice to meet you Tim, I've heard a lot of good things about you. I just might steal you away from Warners if they aren't careful. I hope you enjoy the evening."

Tim spent the rest of the evening drinking and speaking to the other guests many actors,and directors who all gave him their cards and the promise of working together. He even manged to get Karie Crater's number. As people started leaving the party He looked around for Wayne and wanted to say goodbye to Jane who was with Wayne all night but couldn't find him or Jane.

He went upstairs and heard some screaming.

"Where my money? WHERES MY MONEY?"

A door was open and Tim took a peek and saw Jane knocked out on the floor unconscious, cocaine on a table, and a big fat man beating the hell out of Wayne. What the fuck was going on?

"You think you can just disrespect me?"

The man spit on Wayne then held him up and looked him in the eyes.

"I am not a man you fuck with. Let this be a lesson NO ONE FUCKS WITH BARTOLO'S MONEY!"

The man let Wayne go and left the room. Tim rushed in and tried to wake up Jane.

"Who the hell was that Wayne? Jesus call an ambulance! Jane doesn't look too good."

Wayne spit up a bit of Blood.

"Just some no good thug that I owe some money to called Bartolo. You don't ever want to get mixed up with their type kid trust me. Don't tell anyone about what happened here."

Wayne ignored Jane and went over to the table where he snorted some cocaine up his nose. Tim called an ambulance and rode with Jane who was still unconscious all the way to the hospital.