"it's more than a feeling of deja vu. things are repeating. but this time ... i know how to stop them."
[ sequel to THE MANDELA EFFECT ]
au
ft. jason patric, the corey's, etc
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WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 31st 1987
another sleepless night and a morning filled with anxiety ... i'm getting too used to this.
michael called me in for a meeting, or that's what he likes to call it, but i know this "meeting" is going to be an argument based on the events that took place three days ago.
corey's currently in a meeting with his own manager to discuss his absence from the premiere and afterparty he was supposed to attend with me.
"a fight with a goddamn homeless man?" michael complains as i cringe in my chair.
"you wanna tell me how that happened? how you two somehow never ended up making it to the premiere or the afterparty?"
"we-"
"never mind!" michael cuts me off before i can even start. "i probably don't wanna hear it! because you're gonna say something that makes absolutely no sense."
"can't argue with that." i mumble.
he takes in a deep breath, collecting himself.
"you'll have off for the next two days, but by january third i expect you to be on your a game. auditions, interviews, and being seen out with corey, kapeesh?"
i furrow my eyebrows at his choice of words. his italian roots are coming through.
"kapeesh."
"that's my girl!" his smile disappears just as quickly as it it came on. "now get out."
i roll my eyes, standing up out of the chair. "see you later, michael."
"yes, you will."
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"how'd your manager meeting go?" i ask corey as we meet up on the sidewalk.
"got yelled at. how was yours?"
"also got yelled at." i nod my head.
"they just don't get it, you know? that we have other things to worry about. my focus is no longer on making movie deals, money, or having fun. all of that just seems so minuscule now." corey says, watching his feet as he walks.
"tell me about it." i sigh, stretching my arms over my head, "i haven't been able to sleep. i'm a wreck over all this."
"what's the biggest thing you're scared of?"
i come to a halt, causing us to stop beside a pay phone.
"honestly?"
"yeah, honestly." he says.
i let out a huff of air through my nose, "i'm scared that we won't be able to save river. that the night will go exactly how it originally did 25 years ago. my whole reason for time traveling here is to change these things, save people like him and you. imagine i can't do that."
