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tracy mcmillan

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About Me



I like to write...

a lot.

Mainly, I write movies and television.

And I’m working on a memoir called, "I Love You, And I’m Leaving You Anyway."

I make music, too. Though not as often as I’d like.

Life is really really good.

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Member Since: 7/30/2006
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the beautiful girl
a story in moments

once upon a time there was a beautiful girl. a bored beautiful girl.
one warm, windy day she sat outside. just sitting, smoking, wondering... maybe hoping a little. hoping the wind would bring something it never brought before.
hoping something would happen that never happened before.
12/28/06

that one, unpredictable day, the beautiful girl left her home, which wasn't really much of a home at all, and just started walking.
with no particular direction in mind.
12/29/06

she walked and walked. for hours she walked. criss-crossing the flat, dusty town. she began to surprise herself with her thoughts... thoughts of leaving.
and never coming back.
12/30/06

after a while, the beautiful girl came to a cafe. suddenly aware of an empty and wanting - she sat down at a table... which had the most beautiful flare of sunlight she supposed she'd ever seen.
with a smile, she place an order. "diet coke, please."
even though she had no money.
12/31/06

"it's a new year," she said to the waiter. "do you think you could help me out?"
the waiter looked at her, charmed at her audacity. and mesmerized too. "maybe," he said.
she looked for that glint in his eye. the one all men seemed to come equipped with...
but didn't find it.

1/1/07

he drove an old car. the kind that gets you from one place to another. not the kind that gets you what you want.
"sit down," he said, patting the bucket seat. "i don't live far."
the beautiful girl thought about wondering whether going home with the waiter was a good idea, but decided against it.
because it was the only idea she had left.

1/2/07

the apartment was just one room, practically empty, its only inhabitants a tattered old green chair and a bed.
it was unmade.
"you take the bed," he told her. "i'll sleep in the chair".
"oh, no." she demurred. "i couldn't." there was an awkward pause, long enough for her to notice his eyes - the uncomplicated blue of a world map.
"we could sleep in it together," she offered. "i trust you."

1/3/07

the beautiful girl never crossed the mason-dixon line to the stranger's side of the bed.
still, she woke up frozen - fearful of the sticky feelings and forced interactions that would open with his eyes.
so she looked out the window, and wondered how she got here...
1/4/07

after a long while, he woke up.
by now she had taken up residence in the tattered green chair, and was looking at him. watching him sleep.
"i should go," she said, as soon as his eyes were open.
"you can't," came his reply.
"i have to," she said.
"you only think you do," he returned. "besides," he gazed upon her, "i already need you."
1/5/07

the door closed behind him and the beautiful girl sighed, relieved to be alone.
there was no tv, so she didn't turn it on. there was nothing to read, either.
at last, the tattered chair became so uncomfortable, the beautiful girl left the stranger's house.
1/6/07

it had only been one day, but this time it was a different city. no longer the hometown of aunts and uncles and childhood friends.
now it was a place where identities are lost and created.. then lost and created again.
the beautiful girl walked toward the lights... believing that's where she would find what she was searching for.
1/7/07

naturally, the beautiful girl was drawn to the lights - it's as if they were calling her.
as she passed under the marquee she felt just a little bit taller and more elegant.
a man standing just inside the door took one look at her. "if you're here for the job," he said pointing, "it's down that way."
1/8/07

a brusque man looks the beautiful girl up... ...and down.
"you ever dance before?" he asks. then he moves to his second thought. "actually, it doesn't matter. you look fine. can you start tomorrow?" he offers her a skimpy costume.
the beautiful girl, considers it for a moment.
then holds out her hand...
1/9/07

"you'll be on the day shift" the boss told her. "it gets so busy in here now. nobody can wait til after work anymore."
with that he turned and walked away, giving a smooch to an aging waitress who passed by.
the beautiful girl stuffed the costume into her purse.
as she left, she realized she now had a job she'd never even said yes to...
1/10/07
***
that night she and the waiter sit on the bed eating leftovers re-deployed from the plates of richer, less hungry people.
"this is good," the girl says. "thank you."
the waiter smiles. that she's beautiful. that she's happy. that she thanked him. that for even just this one moment, he's important to her.
1/11/07

the waiter and the beautiful girl ate in silence. in a familiarity odd since they'd known each other just 37 hours...
they pick at the diner spaghetti for a couple more minutes - then the girl takes a deep breath.
to feel calm, she imagines herself sitting by a lovely pool...
finally, she speaks: "i got a job today."
1/12/07

the line down the middle of the bed was a little less visible that night, though neither of them crossed it.
they went to sleep in the same position as the night before - his face to the west wall, her face to the east.
within minutes, she could feel a stillness settle on the whole room, and she knew he was asleep.
that's when she turned... and faced the west wall, too.
1/13/07

when she woke up, he was gone, and there was a hastily scrawled note where his head used to lay.
"working early today," it said. "see you around 3."
she wondered if her shift at the new job would be over by 3... and it worried her that he might come home and find the house empty.
she felt responsible for him. already...
1/14/07

the beautiful girl carefully decorated her eyes with liner... and mascara - like the the elegant 60s lady of her imagination.
and when every spare minute was gone, she put on the shiny top and tiny bottom, and looked at herself in the mirror.
"this is who i am now," she thought to herself.
1/15/07

any sense of elegance evaporated the moment the beautiful girl passed underneath the glowing marquee.
thousands of lighted bulbs, like a chorus of brilliant blue mocking birds - whose song illuminated her empty spots.
"it won't take long," she told herself. "i'll make enough money, then i'll leave this place. for somewhere better..."
1/16/07

after sitting for a while in a locked toilet stall, the beautiful girl figured enough time had passed...
she emerged from the dressing room wearing her little tiny outfit...
"well, well," said the boss. "turn around." he looked at every inch of her.
"you're going to do just fine," he predicted.
1/17/07

the waiter arrived home toting the styrofoam container like it was made of tiffany blue.
he opened the door expecting to see her there.
but there was no beautiful girl.
and no note.
1/18/07

a sick feeling hit the waiter with such force, he had to sit down.
his mind started moving a million miles a minute. his stomach clenched. his heart dashed against his chest.
he was sure that the beautiful girl had left him...
1/20/07

the beautiful girl climbed up on the stage... and from nowhere, music started playing.
unsure of exactly what to do, she just closed her eyes...
and soon, her body began moving.
even though no one was there to watch her...
1/21/07

all the way across town in a neighborhood of perfect, but hopeless homes...
a mother cried.
wondering if she would ever see her beautiful girl again.
1/22/07

the waiter had spent all his hope, and was deep into a pile of his despair when the door opened...
and the beautiful girl walked in.
he handed her the tiffany blue takeout container.
and smiled.
1/23/07

she ate the food, and he watched her...
and she didn't mind.
even though she had been being watched, all day long.
"where were you?" he said, trying to sound casual.
the question made her want to get away just a little bit...
1/24/07

"i was working," she turned away when she said it. "silly."
she reached into her pocket and pulled out a neat rectangle of money... as big as a deck of cards.
the waiter's eyes got big. "that's a lot of money," he said.
"i know," she agreed. "i'm going to save up. so i can get out of this place..."
1/25/07

as the days turned to nights turned to days turned to nights-
the line down the middle of the bed faded...
until it dissolved.
and they were one.
1/26/07

the beautiful girl got used to moving her body for money.
after a while it lost it's meaning as: her body or: her heart.
it was just a body.
it was just a heart.
1/27/07

"get in the car," the waiter said one saturday. "i have a surprise."
the beautiful girl felt light and pretty... just from the way he looked at her.
like he loved her.
1/28/07

not wanting her to see the gift before he was ready to give it.
they walked down a long slope.. she, in her short skirt.
until there, in the distance it was...

off in the distance the beautiful girl could hear the laughter. and the music.
and then, she saw
it
a giant ferris wheel turning, turning...
and she could feel her heart.
1/30/07
the waiter pulled his hands away from her eyes and she jumped up and down with delight.
he had remembered her favorite thing in the whole world...
he had been listening.
1/31/07

on the way home they let the cotton candy dissolve on their tongues until it was gone...
like the memory of the ferris wheel...
he took her hand, "i don't ever want to be apart," he said quietly.
2/1/07

"promise me," he said, falling right into her eyes.
the beautiful girl became even quieter than usual.
she didn't want to say she would...
but she didn't want to say she wouldn't.
"maybe," was all she could say.
2/2/07

that night it was even more tender...
the way he traced a tributary all the way down her body.
the way she let her tongue linger at the corner of his mouth.
at once forever and never again.
2/3/07

in the morning the beautiful girl awoke to an empty bed - and an angry sky.
outside a silly bird sang like there was hope for the day.
inside, she knew a train was coming...
2/4/07

after work the beautiful girl walked down by the water instead of going home.
the only question was: to tell, or just to leave?
either way, she was already gone.
2/5/07

"nothing's wrong," said the beautiful girl, blankly.
the waiter watched her carefully, but didn't say a word.
after a few minutes he knew - she was lying.
to him. and maybe to herself.
2/7/07

the beautiful girl stole out of their warm bed,
as the waiter sprawled sleeping.
all she had was a laundry basket for a suitcase.
she moved silently toward the door - not ready, but needing to leave.
2/9/07

the waiter threw himself in front of the door. like a 50s movie.
"you can't leave," he said, his eyes a frantic green.
"i have to," she said.
he grabbed the makeshift suitcase from her hands. "then i'm coming with you," he said. "now, where are we going to go?"
2/10/07

she was secretly glad...
the sky was like hot, syrupy peaches as the car sped west along the empty highway.
...glad she wasn't alone.
2/12/07

drive, they did.
through counties and states of mind.
at last they saw the first sign that they had arrived in the city of angels...
the city of dreams.
2/17/07

not knowing where to go they simply stopped driving at a non-descript motel on hollywood boulevard.
is this it? he asked.
"it must be," she answered.
2/24/07

once inside the club you might as well be anywhere or nowhere...
the smell, the music, the men, and the boys.
and of course, the money.
2/27/07

the waiter went looking for a job, too.
but for him, it wasn't so easy.
for one thing, he didn't really want to be here...
3/02/07

it was her he wanted.
and for her he was willing to give up
himself.
3/04/07

soon the beautiful girl began getting offers...
some she wanted some she did not...
but all involved the exchange of energy for money...
3/04/07

after a week in the hollywood blvd. motel the beautiful girl had enough money for an apartment.
they found something past the meth people and the ne'er do wells...
on alexandria street.
3/11/07

meanwhile, the waiter languished.
everything to him was a deep sigh and a long night.
the beautiful girl knew he wouldn't last too much longer.
3/15/07
'the beautiful girl' written and photographed by tracy mcmillan, copyright 2006, 2007

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My Blog

i'm in venus zine...

i'm the subject of a lovely feature piece in this month's venus zine... editor-in-chief amy schroeder asked me to be "reader of the ish". i get to preside over the whole Spring issue of the magazine. ...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 11:43:00 PST

Night People

I went to a cocktail party the other night.It was purportedly to celebrate a men's fashion line called "Retribution". But like most parties in Hollywood, it was really just a great excuse to get the b...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 01:26:00 PST

After Hours

Lately, I've been doing some nightlife photography.It brings me back to the days before I became a mom, when I lived to walk past the velvet rope, into a fantasy world on the other side. Now, I realiz...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 07:32:00 PST

Bakersfield, California

I went to Bakersfield, California.There are no tourists in Bakersfield. It's not the kind of place you decide to spend a weekend. There's nothing much there. No scenery to speak of. No shopping malls....
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:00:00 PST

Tattoo Convention

The first thing you notice is the buzzing sound. Bzzzzzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzz. Every direction you turn, you hear the start-stop-start of the ink gun. It's the sound of history being made. A single day, ...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 08:57:00 PST

Truck Stop

Truck Stop is the kind of place I used to would have loved. I grew up hotly anticipating nights filled with strobe lights, thumping bass, and four-on-the-floor drum beats. But by the time I got there,...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 10:50:00 PST

the 64th world science fiction convention

two weekends ago, i found myself at the anaheim hilton. i stumbled onto the world science fiction convention, an assortment of freaks, geeks, fantasists, wizards, and adventurers from all over the wor...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 03:12:00 PST

sunset junction

i took my camera down to sunset junction last weekend. it's the annual street fair/bacchanal that brings together all of los angeles' east siders: hipsters, leather guys, american apparel refugees, em...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 03:01:00 PST

My Musical History

Like I said, I've always had music in me.As a kid, I took sporadic piano lessons. I was a foster child, so I moved around a lot, even after I got adopted at age 8 by one of my dad's girlfriends. Consi...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 06:36:00 PST

The Spacebar

Early in 2005, I decided to re-think my music career altogether.I had been realizing that what I really wanted to do was focus on my favorite parts of making music, the writing and recording. I also w...
Posted by tracy mcmillan on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 05:48:00 PST