“Amy?” Her face popped up on the screen, although it was blurry and dark. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “It’s my first Gatsby rehearsal today.”
“That’s great, but uh, time change?” she said, settling back on her pillows. “You couldn’t have called me on your lunch break?”
“By lunch I’ll be either awesome or dead on the floor,” I said, looking up briefly to make sure I knew where I was going. She sighed, and then smiled, propping herself up more.
“So? Have you memorized your lines?”
“Yeah. All four of them,” I said, looking both ways and then crossing the street. “But I mean…It’s not the number of lines you have, it’s the number of scenes you’re in. And I’m in a lot. In the background, but still.”#p#分页标题#e#
Sarah laughed quietly, and then reached over to her nightstand to get some water.
“I’m sure you’ll be great. They cast you, didn’t they? So it’s not like they don’t know how talented you are. Man, I can’t believe this is happening to you, I’m so jealous.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “Because as soon as I get in good and make connections, I’ll slip your name in.”
“Sweet,” Sarah grinned. “Hey, what about the ballerina? Porsche? Did they take her, so at least you’ll know someone there?”
“Uh…” I looked up to narrowly miss a lamp post. “If they did, I don’t know about it. Dancers are usually separate anyway.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll make new friends,” Sarah promised. “What did Liam say?”
“He said…” I averted my eyes, looking elsewhere. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”
“You miss him, eh?” Sarah asked and I shrugged.
“I miss…having someone to talk to. I mean, you’re a million miles away and I can’t always just whisper something to you. And with Liam, everything felt so comfortable, like we could read each other’s minds. They call it chemistry in this industry.”
“And what else do you miss?” Sarah quirked an eyebrow at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up,” I said, and she laughed.
“Look, Amy, I’m exhausted. Call me if you have a nervous breakdown, hopefully on your lunch break.”
I nodded. I was only a few feet from the studio now and my excitement was building.
I opened the door to the rehearsal building, trying to calm myself. I was breathing like I had just run a marathon and my heart was racing a million miles a minute. With shaky hands, I reached into my purse, pulling out a water bottle and taking a sip. Finally, I ducked into the washroom, redoing my hair and applying lip gloss. When I was only 5 minutes early, I emerged, heading to the huge rehearsal hall where I could hear voices talking.
I was stunned by the amount of people crowded into it. They were separated into two groups and one of them was clearly more confident than the other. I quickly realized that the less confidant group was probably the one I belonged to, full of extras and crowd fillers. In the middle of the room, however, was what caught my eye. Belonging to neither group, the dancers flexed and stretched into impossible positions. They were the most gorgeous of the two groups, their bodies lean and toned and their faces glowing as they moved. In the center of the room, I recognized the two guys from the audition, although their names escaped me. To my delight, Porsche was there as well, watching as one of them helped another girl with a twist. She stepped forward, giving advice and demonstrating with her own twist, which was flawless.