3: Noah

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It's now the day that the final cast is decided and notified. I'm so nervous, my palms are sweaty, and I keep pacing around the house.

I'm trapped in this terrifying cycle of thoughts.

I'm not enough

I've bombed the audition.

They don't like me

They lied about me being good

These are vicious thoughts that claw at my mind.

Anxiety hits me like a train. I can barely breathe; shallow breaths are all I can manage right now. It feels like there's a plastic bag on my head, and I'm slowly running out of oxygen.

***

I hear my phone ring, and I quickly pick it up and press the answer button.

"Hello?!" I say frantically.

"Good evening," Evie says. "Hope you're having a good day."

"So? What's the news?"

"Well, a hello would've been nice," She says and pauses for a few moments, but it feels like minutes. "Congratulations, you got the role of Clyde."

My hands start shaking, and tears prickle at the back of my eyes. I can't hold them back. I feel the tears streaming down my face.

"I finally get my dream role," It's apparent that I'm crying. I just can't control it. "Thank you for everything that you've done, Evie."

"Don't cry. This is the big thing you've been working towards. You're going to be an amazing Clyde, and this role was made for you."

"Thank you."

"Good luck and have fun. I'll send you all of the details."

***

After two hours of driving, we stop to eat. Two hours in the car doesn't seem like a long time, but it feels like an eternity.

We got seated, and the waitress took our orders. I don't even really know what I ordered—I'm so out of it, and I'm just staring directly at a painting on the wall while tapping my fingers on the table.

Nerves are finally settling in even more than before.

"What's wrong?" Dad asks.

My focus snaps away from the painting.

"The closer we get to San Antonio, the more real all of this feels."

"I understand, but you're going to do great. Nerves are normal, and I know it'll take time for you to be calm about this, but you made this far, and you'll make it to the end."

"Thanks, Dad."

"How long is filming going to take?"

"They assume about three months, but things can always change. Things can get delayed."

My dad smiles. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you."

***

We didn't stop for the rest of the drive, which was unfortunate considering how uncomfortable a car is.

This is my first time here, so hopefully, I can find free time to explore.

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