𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: Gracie Joyce has always dreamed of being a actress when she grows up. She knew that it would be almost impossible they way her life was going at the moment. When an opportunity for a new movie production find...
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The busy morning catches up to me when I realize that I have run out of time. I'm sweating because of my hardcore workout and now I only have two hours before I need to be on set for an interview and audition.
I admit that I haven't slept. I haven't since Daisy told me that I could possibly be getting a role in one of the biggest movies this year. I spent hours trying to distract my mind, either by cleaning, over cooking, or just putting my nose in my work load.
Which I knew my boss enjoyed because he only gave me a smile when he saw how much I got down in a matter of time.
But now, I just finished my morning boxing workout and now I need to rush home and get in the shower so that my smell doesn't make me give off a bad impression.
I run over to one of the gym lockers and grab all my stuff before rushing out of the place. I get in my car and start heading over to my apartment but because it's New York, it wouldn't be complete without a ton of traffic.
"Come on!" I yell to absolutely nothing as the car in front of me is taking forever to decide where she wants to turn. I lean back in my seat when she finally moves and I speed up and make it to my apartment in less than ten minutes.
I take a quick shower and when I hop out I see a text from Daisy telling me that I'm going to kill it and I have nothing to stress over.
I don't deserve her.
I snap out of it when I send her a heart and quickly throw my already laid out clothes on. I picked out a pair of black dress pants and a beige corset top to finish it off. And obviously an oversize jacket because it's freaking cold here.
Once I fix myself up, I head down back to my car and follow the directions that Daisy sent me. It's absolutely packed when I get there. I'm guessing it's because production starts in a couple days.
I jump out of my car and greet Daisy who kindly waited for me. "Thank you so much for this opportunity Daisy. I mean it." I hug her tight and give her a kind smile. I wipe her tears because the girl gets emotional at everything. She leads me straight to the director's office and hugs me before she is called to be somewhere.
I take a deep breath as I knock on the door. I don't know if it was too much, or too less. But when the door opens I feel a breath of relief escape me.
"Welcome! You must be Miss Joyce?" The man in front of me is smiling and welcoming me in. I nod my head. "Yes. But you can call me Gracie." I walk in and see a bunch of chairs set up. My stomach turns thinking of all the people who might be sitting in here watching me.
"Well Gracie, I'm glad you are here. When our makeup artist Miss Hart told us she had someone who kind of needed a push into this type of lifestyle, I asked her to bring you because I'm sure that if you are here right now you are stronger than most."
I wish his words were true. I am strong, but not in the way he thinks I am. I'm scared of this interview. That I'll fail and never make it. But also, if I do succeed, I'm nervous that I will overthink and fail myself, ruining the only good thing that could happen to me.
