chapter 2

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My head was hurting and my eyes were burning from how much I cried the night before. I did not want to feel this way, not after what he did. Crying over someone who didn't care felt dumb to me. All my life I judged people for it but I did not understand, not until the past two weeks.

Once I got up I made my way to the kitchen where I found my mom working on her computer. She smiled as I walked in the room.

Mom: Good morning sweetheart.

Hazel: Good morning mom.

I said smiling back. She closed her computer as she looked at me, She only did that when she was about to tell me something important. She still didn't know that I was quitting music. I chose not to tell her yet because I didn't know how to bring it up and I was scared to disappoint her.

Mom: I talked to Jared yesterday. He said that you were doing a break with music?

I didn't know how to react. It wasn't him that should've told her and I was upset about it but on the other side I wasn't gonna tell her soon so he made it easier for me to have that conversation with my mom. I probably looked mad because she added.

Mom: He said he knew you wouldn't know how to tell me and would end up not telling me at all.

That was typical of him. Jared had known me since I was 12 years old, I saw him everyday for the past five years, he knew me better than my mom did. He knew what I was going to do before I even knew myself so I'm surprised I didn't see that one coming sooner. I didn't know if I should be pissed or not, he did made me a favor by telling her. I wasn't planning on keeping it a secret for long, I just wasn't ready yet. In a response to my mom all I did was nod. She didn't seem mad or disappointed, I don't know what I was expecting her reaction to be but it wasn't as bad as I imagined.

Mom: An acting agency called me last night. They said they wanted you in their movie. You took some acting classes when you were a kid, I know that it was a while ago but you were good at it. It could be fun and help you have that new start you've been talking about. What do you think.

I raised my eyebrows. She was probably talking about the same agency that tried to contact me a few days ago. They gave me a five day deadline that had expired yesterday which made me think even more that it was a fraud. Why would they call my mom after five days without hearing from me?

Hazel: I got a text from them about a week ago. I bet it's a fraud.

My mom didn't say a thing, she just got up and went out the room. A few seconds later she was back in the kitchen. She sat down next to me and handed me her phone without saying a thing. I looked at her confused but instead of explaining she just stayed there in silence and gave me a hand sign indicating me to read the article open on the screen. The first thing I noticed was the movie title, "The last breath" it was the same as in the message I received earlier this week. The other information that caught my attention was the casting for the movie. A lot of the names I saw were really known, like Pete Hassler, Jasper Robins, Eva Lorden, Fiona Woods and a bunch of others. They were all about my age. A bunch of them were also child actors so I grew up watching them on the television. As a kid I would always day dream about meeting each one of them. They seemed to have a perfect life but now that I was also famous I knew that it was only the idea of a perfect life and it wasn't the truth. I looked at my mom realizing that it wasn't a fraud.

Hazel: Even if I wanted to, they gave me a five day deadline I don't even get why they called you because those five days had passed. If I even had a chance it's gone now. And besides I'm a singer not an actor. If I start acting I'll get more hate then I ever did, people are going to criticize me and analyze every single one of my lines and movements to call me out. I don't want to deal with this right now.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 08 ⏰

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