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My new JG fanfic, "Soldier Boy"..

Judy was seated in a sleek set chair, lightly puffing on a cigarette while listening to another one of Mr. Louis B. Mayer's lectures inside his stark white pretentious studio office.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Judy. Your mother has informed me that you're spending too much time at night clubs. Dating men twice your age and staying out much too late for a girl your age.." Mr. Mayer grumbled while organizing a stack of papers on his enormous desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mayer. I will try to get in earlier..but I am over eighteen. And I can assure you, the men I go out with are complete gentlemen." Judy confidently replied.

"All gentlemen are wolves." he retorted.

Judy low-spiritedly looked down at her lap.

"Why, a young lady like you can get in all kinds of trouble running around night clubs with over sexed actors and Latin lovers. Just the other day, I read in some movie magazine that you and Tony Martin were seen French kissing over cocktails at Ciro's!"

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes popped out and her mouth fell open.

"But, Mr. Mayer. That never happened. Although, I admit it would've been sorta nice if it had.." she replied with a teasing smile.

"Stop behaving like a silly schoolgirl! This studio is not paying you to flounce around Hollywood as a party girl. You are one of the most important stars on the lot and we're going to make sure your reputation stays untarnished." he fired back.

Judy soberly looked at Mr. Mayer and gently put out her cigarette in the ceramic ash tray resting on the studio executive's desk.

"And that's another thing..you're not to be seen smoking in public. Photographers are everywhere in this town...it's bad for publicity. Your wholesome image is important. The studio is going to protect that image for as long as you're under contract here, young lady." Mr. Mayer continued.

"Greer Garson smokes in public." the pretty young actress spoke up.

Mr. Mayer flashed a stern look at Judy.

"Ms. Garson isn't America's little sweetheart."

"America's little sweetheart? I thought that was Shirley Temple." Judy sassily replied with a cute chuckle.

Unamused, Louis B. Mayer straightened his necktie and took off his glasses to clean them with a nearby handkerchief.

"Judy, I want you to know that I've come to think of you like a daughter. I'm proud of you. So proud of your work. Don't you realize that whatever I advise you to do or not do is for your own good?"

Judy dutifully nodded with a sigh.

At that moment, Mr. Mayer sprung up from his leather chair.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I visited the set of "Naughty Marietta" back in 35' and directed a scene with Jeanette MacDonald?" he boasted, putting his spectacles back on.

"Yes, Mr. Mayer, I think so." Judy answered.

Of course, she had heard him recount that tiresome story many times before in meetings over the years, but always listened with wide-eyed eagerness.

"There was this long flight of stairs..and I showed Jeanette exactly how she should glide down those steps into Nelson Eddy's arms.." Mr. Mayer dramatically rattled on, taking out of his desk drawer an old ostentatious wig.

"So help me, if he puts that ghastly thing on top of his head and starts singing I'm leaving.." Judy mused.

Mr. Mayer went on and on about how he saved the picture from disaster and with steel tears in his eyes began to croon a few lines of "Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life" while pretending to showgirl-like walk down a flight of imaginary stairs.

Judy held back from wanting to burst out with laughter watching this grown man cavort around the room like an idiot.

Just then, there was a brisk knock on the door, interrupting Mr. Mayer's impromptu performance. All at once, the movie mogul halted his act.

"WHO IS IT?!" he belted out, wiping his brow with a hankie.

The door swung open and to Judy's sweet surprise, there stood a tall, gorgeous Navy sailor boy.

"Who are you?" Mr. Mayer snapped.

"I'm Guy Madison. I had an appointment today, sir." the serviceman answered with an apprehensive smile.

Judy turned around in her chair and felt her heart flip looking up at the hunky young man.

Louis B. Mayer glanced down at his wrist watch.

"Oh, that's right. It completely slipped my mind. Well, you'll have to come back in another hour, young man. I'm running a little behind schedule today." he brashly replied, clearing his throat.

The wavy haired young man glanced down at Judy for a moment.

"Oh, excuse me. How do you do?" he shyly mumbled.

Mr. Mayer took his wallet out of his suit pocket and frisked out a few dollar bills.

"Here, go and get yourself some lunch at the commissary. And keep the change."

"OK. Thank you, sir." he said, briefly stepping inside the office to take the cash from Louis B. Mayer's right hand.

Judy pensively watched young Mr. Madison scat out of the room while Mr. Mayer returned to his desk.

"Ok, Judy. That's all for today. You can go now and enjoy your lunch, too. But, remember..no splitting a burger with another actor or indulging in a slice of cake. You have to stay pretty and slim for the camera."

"Yes, Mr. Mayer." she muttered in a lamblike tone. "I've got to find myself another job." Judy thought to herself.

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Arriving at the studio commissary, Judy decidedly joined a table occupied by fellow starlets, Ann Rutherford and bathing beauty newcomer Esther Williams. The ladies exchanged pleasantries and then dived into usual girl talk after ordering their lunch plates.

Judy was served a pineapple cottage cheese salad with a bowl of chicken broth soup and a small glass of coke. While Ann and Esther were indulging in big fat juicy cheese burgers and tall milk shakes. Both gals offered to split their burgers with Judy but she politely refused. She had to stick to a strict low-calorie diet at the studio in order to stay on the payroll.

"Gee, Judy. I don't know how you do it. I'd faint from hunger if I had to follow a liquid diet like that!" Ann exclaimed.

"Believe me, it's not easy. But, what can I do about it? I have to keep myself slim for the movies." Judy replied, sipping her bland soup.

"You need to revolt! You're one of the biggest stars at MGM. They need you more than you need them. Movie goers love you..and it has nothing to do with how slim you look." Esther spoke up.

"That's easy for you to say, darling. You can eat anything and not gain a pound!" Judy quickly responded.

"It's all that swimming Essie does" Ann chimed in.

"That's true..the studio has me kicking underwater most of the time!" Esther replied with a wry chuckle.

Just then, a good-looking serviceman, seated all alone at a table, caught the attention of Ann.

"Who's that dreamboat?" she uttered while finishing her strawberry milkshake.

Judy and Esther turned around to look at the handsome gentleman from across the room.

"Wow. He is dreamy. I've never seen him before. Must be a new guy around here.." Esther said, swooning.

"He is a new guy around here. His name is Guy Madison." Judy nonchalantly replied.

"You mean to say that, that cute guy's first name is Guy?!" Ann inquired with a giggle.

Judy smiled and nodded.

"That's right! We met informally in Mr. Mayer's office this morning.."

Esther softly interrupted, "Don't look now..but he's looking your way, Judy."

"He probably wants to come over to our table and strike up a conversation. Well, whatever..I've got to run, girls. I have a hairdresser appointment. The next time you see me, I'll be a redhead!" Ann lively expressed, rising from her chair.

The ladies heartily giggled.

Then, Esther looked down at her tiny gold wristwatch.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm gonna have to scat too. I have a meeting with some photographers at the pool. Call me later, Judy honey. You can tell me how it worked out with your sigh guy." she exclaimed with a wink.

After Ann and Esther said, "Toodles" to Judy, the dashing young sailor made his way over to her table.

"Hello, again." he warmly said, with a nice grin.

Judy felt a rush of butterflies in her stomach.

"Hello." she uttered with an inviting smile back.

"May I join you for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." she replied.

Guy took a seat straight across from Judy at her table.

"You're awfully pretty close-up..you know, you're the first movie star that's said a word to me all day...I guess around here I kinda look like a misfit..my Navy uniform and everything.." he rambled on in a sweet, vulnerable manner.

"Gee whiz. He's so open and genuine, it's refreshing. Not like most of the men I've dated" Judy mused.

"Are you an actor?" she asked.

"No, but my agent thinks I could be." Guy replied with a boyish grin.

A waitress came by with the serviceman's lunch after realizing he moved to Miss Garland's table. A large delicious looking steak sandwich with hash browns and onion rings. And a cup of coffee.

"This looks great, thank you." he said, looking up at the waitress.

Judy's big beautiful brown eyes widened, eyeing all that scrumptious food across the table.

Guy couldn't help but see her reaction and remarked, "Would you like half of my sandwich? The lunch they served you certainly didn't look very filling."

"Thank you..but I'm not allowed to split a sandwich with another actor. I'm on a strict diet. Studio rules." Judy replied with a deep sigh.

Guy reached for a fork and knife, cut his steak hoagie in half.

"Well, I'm not an actor yet. I'm a first class Navy seaman. So, you won't be breaking any rules."

Judy burst out with a cute giggle that wrinkled her nose.

"That's right!" she said, discreetly taking a half of Guy's tasty looking sandwich off his plate.

"I sure hope the studio doesn't put me on any crazy diet. That's if, I get employed. I'm crossing my fingers. My agent luckily got me an appointment with Mr. Mayer today. I sure hope Mr. Mayer won't hold it against me, interrupting your meeting like I did earlier. I feel like such a dope." he confided, while munching away at his lunch.

"Don't worry about that! Mr. Mayer's bark is worse than his bite! I'm sure he's forgotten all about it." she encouragingly replied, kiping an onion ring off his plate.

Guy chuckled and playfully slapped her hand.

"Tu es un mignon petit briseur de règles." he uttered.

Judy flashed a quizzical look back.

"What does that mean?"

Guy cheekily leaned forward.

"It's French for, you're a cute little rule breaker."

Judy threw back her head in laughter.

Guy picked up the menu on the table.

"Now, let's see what sounds good for dessert.." he mumbled with a grin.

"Do you speak French, fluidly?" she asked.

"Yeah. I picked it up while stationed for a few months in the South of France." he casually replied taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, I'd love to visit Paris someday!" Judy said enthusiastically.

"A couple of shipmates and I drove up to Paris for a weekend. It was beautiful, if you like old buildings, art museums, and French pastry...you know, there wasn't one hot dog stand around?" he bluntly expressed.

Judy snickered and snuck another onion ring off Guy's plate.

The good-hearted sailor boy chuckled.

"Do you like chili dogs? You know, it's kinda funny..once I ordered a bowl of chili and a hot dog at The Stork Club in New York. I poured the chili all over that hot dog and the waiter just about had a fit..not to mention my date!" he vocalized with an impish grin.

Judy chuckled.

"I love hot dogs..but I've never ordered one at a night club!" she replied.

Guy broke out with a hearty chuckle. And then, suddenly, the young man grew quiet, noticing the time on a wall clock in the commissary.

"Well, Judy. It's been a lot of fun talking with you over lunch..but, I'm gonna have to scoot. I don't want to be late for my appointment with Mr. Mayer."

"Oh, I understand. I've enjoyed our chat and thanks for sharing your lunch with me." Judy replied with a wink.

She then took a little pen out of her purse, scribbled her phone number on a napkin.

"Let me know how your meeting went later on.." Judy replied, handing the napkin to the cute sailor boy.

Guy beamed.

"Thanks, I will!..and if you're not busy tonight, would you like to see a show or go out dancing? I've heard there's a great new rhumba band at Ciro's." he mentioned.

"I'd love to. Ciro's is my favorite night spot!" Judy bubbly replied.

"Then it's a date!" he said with a big smile.

"We'll order chili and hot dogs..and you can teach me French.." she uttered with a winsome smile.

Guy burst out laughing.

"I don't think you can learn French in just one night." he quipped.

"Well, we can start with the basics. Like, for instance..a kiss.." Judy flirted back.

Guy blushed all over.

"A French kiss??"

"Yes! I'm dying to learn and this time, the press can finally print something true about me for a change!"

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