"This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things" - Taylor Swift.
The next Friday, I get a call from Stefan to confirm my audition for Saturday morning. I had forgotten about that since Harry and I's falling out. There is no way I am going to miss that audition, but I have to convince my parents to let me go. They can't really stop me though, I am twenty one, after all.
"I'm going to NYC to audition for a movie." I say at the end of dinner.
"Right," Mom says on a laugh. It's only me and her at the table, as Dad is away at work.
"I'm not joking, Mom. My bags are packed and already in my car. I'm driving to the airport after I'm finished here. My flight leaves soon."
Her mouth is agape, and she falls speechless as I take my plate into the kitchen sink. I grab my phone and purse, the Gucci one that Harry bought me for my birthday, and head out to my car. About half way to the airport, my phone starts ringing and ringing, and I just know it's Mom calling me. My words had sank in maybe, and she was probably trying to stop me.
I turn off my phone before I enter the airport, ignoring all my missed calls and texts. The flight goes fast as I flip through the movie script or sleep most of the time. It's 11:30pm when I get settled into my hotel suite, and I'm wide awake. I should get into bed because the audition time is early in the morning but instead, I shoot Harry a text.
"I'm in NYC for the movie audition that Stefan hooked me up with. Will I see you around, or are you too busy fücking every girl you meet?"
I get no response, read through my script a few more times, and drift off to sleep in the king sized bed that feels to big.
I wake up three hours before my audition, giving myself plenty of time to get ready and to drive my rental car to the studio building where Stefan had given me directions to. There's four other girls already seated outside a closed door when I arrive, and I recognize one of them.
"Marissa?"
Marissa turns to face me as I set in the chair next to her. She stares at me with knitted brows and wide eyes. Clearly, she doesn't remember me.
"It's Stella, remember? You came to my Fourth of July party with Harry." I remind her.
A knowing look takes over her face. "Oh, yeah. I go to a lot of parties, meet a lot of people, so I don't remember everyone. It's nothing personal."
"Right, yeah, of course,"
Stefan comes out into the hall a couple minutes later, greets us all and wishes us good luck. Each girl gets called in order of how we're setting, and each audition takes about twenty minutes. When Marissa comes back out into the hall she's beaming, which makes me nervous.
When it's my turn, the audition doesn't go as good as I'd hoped. I mess up on a few lines, and stutter on a few of the others. Stefan and another man, the casting director, make some kind of notes on the papers in front of them before letting me leave.
"That was good, Stella, I'll be in touch." Stefan tells me with a huge smile that looks fake.
I grab my purse and exit back into the hall where I see Marissa still sitting in one of the chairs.
"I thought we could go out for breakfast. I don't know a lot of people since moving to New York, but I kind of know you. So?" She asks.
"Yeah, sure." I answer, not wanting to be mean. She is just friends with Harry, I remind myself, not that it matters anyways.
We drive separately, and I follow her to a small breakfast cafe that isn't too far from my hotel. Once inside, she informs me that her audition went great and that Stefan really liked her. I learn that she was trying for the same part as me, so I lie, and say mine went great as well.
We've only been eating for five or so minutes when her phone starts ringing, startling everyone in the restaurant. She grabs it in a hurry, apologizes to me, and answers it in a whispery voice.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, it went great. I'm sure I'll get the part."
"Thanks. I'm just having breakfast with Stella."
"Yeah, your sister Stella."
"Okay, babe, see you later."
My blood runs cold. Is she with Harry? I can't make myself sit here with her and eat. I push my plate away from me and toss a fifty on the table to cover my bill and the tip before starting to stand up.
"Where are you going? We're not finished yet. Oh, and I just talked to Harry. Are you staying at his house while you're here?"
"I don't feel so well, sorry. I'm actually going to head out." I reply, beelining out of the restaurant before she can say anything else.
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