Chapter Thirteen
For the first time since I moved to Hollywood, I want to go back home. I don’t want to stay here anymore. Despair clings to me as I sit in the stall, staring at the door. Confusion reigns inside of me. Part of me wants to blow off the audition completely. Another part of me wants to go in there and nail it. Show them that even if Rich did have hand in getting me a second audition, I deserve that spot.
I can’t shake the thought that Rich has gotten me the callback because I slept with him. Kathy has told me multiple times that Hollywood is all about who you know and your connections. But I don’t want to be known as the girl who has slept around for a spot on a f*****g soap opera.
I close my eyes, feeling the familiar surge of anxiety rise in me. The whole thing with Jon
