Epilogue
“I’m so nervous,” I say, staring at the mirror in my dressing room.
“You’ve done this plenty of times before,” Marina points out as she fusses with my hair, even though the hairdresser finished it ten minutes ago.
“Not on Broadway,” I tell her, turning around.
“True but you’ll kill it. I know you will. You come alive on stage. Movies were just suffocating your true talent.”
“That’s how Amanda swings it, too,” I retort.
Marina grins and I feel a little better. I am waiting for Jon to come by and wish me good luck. He had a business meeting with his new partner in his talent agency here in New York and was running late.
“If this goes well,” I tell Marina, “then maybe everyone will finally forget about Rich. I’m sick of answering questions about him.”
“Of course you are. It’s
