Dear Ms Amelia White,
I am writing to tell you that I am in London for 3 weeks starting June 19th, and I would love to speak to you about being in the movie, please get back to me ASAP, so we can meet up.
Regards,
Janet Rowan.
I squealed as I read the words on my small screen, it was the 14th now, so she would be here in less than a week.
"What are you squealing about?" Charlie laughed as she towel dried her hair, a jumper and shorts and some flip flops on her body.
"Remember the film? I'm meeting her in a week!"
"Oh my god!" She squealed with me and I giggled. "This is so exciting!" She gushed.
"I know! I can't believe it."
"Have you told Tris yet?"
"No." I plopped back on my seat and sighed, everything has been going so good lately, I didn't want to ruin it, if I got this part, I would have to move to America for god only knows how long.
"Well that's going to be a shit show."she commented and I shot her a look. "What? It is! You know it and I know it." She shrugged.
"I know." I typed back a reply to Janet, informing her when I was free.
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"You'll be flying out on the 15th of July."
"For how long?" I asked, knowing well what the answer was but dreading it.
"A year and three months." Janet answered, sipping from her mug.
We were in Starbucks, a week from when she got in contact with me.
"Everything will be included, accommodation, flight etcetera." She continued and I breathed in slowly, making sure this was real.
"And I sign this contract and that's that, I pack my stuff up and leave for America in less than a month?" She nodded and I knew automatically I needed to do this.
"Very well, are you ready to sign the contract now?" She asked, and I nodded cautiously.
"Sign here." This is what I did for the next five minutes, signing different sheets of paper.
"Thank you." I said to the small woman and she smiled.
"See you soon." She left a second later, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
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I walked slowly to Tristan's house, terrified of what was going to happen once I left this house.
I knocked, not really sure why because I usually just walk in.
"Why'd you knock?" He asked once he opened the door, not even greeting me.
"I don't really know." I laughed, my nerves being very obvious.
I walked in behind him, he was wearing black bottoms and a long tee that reached his thighs.
"Are you okay?" He raised his brow and I nodded quickly, perching myself on the sofa.
"You seem nervous or something." He laughed and landed beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"I have to talk to you." My voice was barely audible as I said this but he heard.
"Yeah okay." He muted the television, before turning to look at me. "Is everything alright?" He asked, his voice was laced with concern and I nodded quickly.
