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┃𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

📍LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘

Hannah had never been recognized as an actress. In fact, her IMDb page likely didn't exist, and if it did, it would have been a ghost town with no credits to her name. Her roles were limited to fleeting moments, barely noticeable in the background, blending into the scenery. Even in real life, she often felt like a supporting character in someone else's story—present, but never truly seen.

As time passed, Hannah's self-doubt grew louder. She couldn't shake the feeling that she lacked the talent or the presence to truly stand out. The fear that she wasn't good enough began to weigh on her, gnawing at her confidence with each passing day.

Acting had never been a part of Hannah's plans—at least, not until five years ago when she impulsively auditioned for a small part in a local film, a role literally titled "Girl in Movie." It wasn't a speaking role, just a bit of screen time, but she thought it would be fun, a chance to try something new. But when she didn't even land that simple, blink-and-you-miss-it part, Hannah realized just how bad she must have been.

The rejection stung more than she expected. It wasn't like she had grand ambitions of stardom at the time, but failing to get such a minor role made her question if she had any potential at all. It was the kind of role anyone could do—just a face in the background—and yet, it wasn't hers. She laughed it off at first, but deep down, the disappointment lingered.

That small failure marked the beginning of something unexpected. She found herself wondering what it would take to actually become a good actress, to be someone casting directors wanted. One audition led to another, and soon acting wasn't just an experiment—it became a pursuit, even as her confidence wavered.

That's why she decided to stick with modeling. At least there, she knew she had something—her looks. Hannah had always been told she was pretty, and in the modeling world, that was enough. It wasn't about delivering lines or capturing emotion; it was about being a canvas for someone else's vision, wearing a look, posing just right. It felt safer, more predictable.

In front of the camera as a model, she didn't have to worry about whether she was talented enough. Her appearance did the work, and that was something she could rely on.

"I came to support, not to act," Hannah said firmly to the director, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from the idea. The last thing she expected was to be asked to step in front of the camera. Acting wasn't her thing—at least not anymore.

The director looked at her expectantly, but Hannah stood her ground. She wasn't about to let herself fall into the same spiral of doubt and insecurity all over again.

Jack cringed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Steve. I can get someone else to do it." He glanced awkwardly at Hannah, who smiled, relieved that she was off the hook.

But Steve wasn't having it. "No," he said, his tone firm. "I loved the way Jenna described you. Honestly, I think you could do it." His eyes locked on Hannah, his expression a mix of certainty and encouragement.

Hannah's smile faltered, the tension creeping back into her posture. This wasn't what she had come for, and yet here she was, being seen in a way she hadn't expected.

But she also thought long and hard, "Are you sure it's only just running?" The last thing she wanted was to step into a role she wasn't prepared for, especially if it meant more than just a quick scene.

As she spoke, Jenna and Elena watched from a distance, their eyes flickering between Hannah and Jack, then to Steve. Jenna nudged Elena, whispering something that made them both smile. Hannah could feel their gaze, a mix of encouragement and curiosity, and it made her heart race.