sophie, the daughter of famous actress Blake Lively, struggles to prove herself outside her mother's shadow. Charlie, an up-and-coming star, deals with the pressure of expectations as his popularity rises. When they meet for the first time at a cast...
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sophias POV
PJO Chaos Crew
pookie: who's ready to totally mess this up today?
didi 🩷: speak for yourself. I'm gonna win an Emmy from this table read alone, thanks.
charming chaos🕺: First read-through... let's see who forgets how to act.
walktoschool: Calling it now, it's Charlie.
savage: Walker's sweating and we haven't even started yet.
Guys, I'm literally dying over here, pls chill 😭
pookie: Sophia, just don't trip and you'll be fine. 😭
me: Bet, I'm coming in hot with my ✨awkward energy✨
charming chaos🕺: Someone record it if she trips. For, you know, memories.
walktoschool: Yeah, for "memories." 👀
Y'all are THE WORST.
With that, I put my phone away, laughing to myself as I walked into the studio. My heart was racing a little, but the GC banter made me feel way more chill about the whole thing. This table read had been looming over my head all week, but now it just felt like... hanging with friends.
I walked down the hall, hearing the buzz of conversation getting louder as I approached the table read room. As I entered, I saw everyone already settling into their spots. Walker, of course, was being his usual loud self, making everyone laugh as he dramatically gestured at the script in his hand.
I found my seat next to Dior, and of course, right across from Charlie. He gave me a smirk and a small wave.
"Sup, didn't trip yet, did you?" he teased.
I rolled my eyes but grinned. "Day's still young."
The room slowly filled with the cast and crew, the nervous energy building as we all got ready to dive into the script. But instead of freaking out like I had been earlier, I felt a weird sense of comfort. Maybe it was the banter from the group chat or the fact that everyone seemed just as nervous as me. Either way, I was ready. Sort of.
Walker leaned over, whispering, "Ready to crush this?"
I looked at him, nodded, and then glanced around the table. "Let's do it."
And just like that, we were off. The first words of the script echoed in the room, and the journey had officially begun.
notification from "the chosen ones"
the chosen ones mason: dragon 🐉 sophie grace: grace 🤟 shay: the blonde momona: momo 😟 miguel mora: bandana brady hepner: weirdo sophia: ms raynolds tristan: 2024 president madeleine mcgraw: CUTEY 🩷 jacob moran: j moron 💪
dragon 🐉 : so whens the next hangout? cant believe im saying this but i miss u guys 😔
