ten; irl

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Arabella paced around her Los Angeles home, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Its as if she was waiting for the inanimate object to come to life and declare what she should do. Despite her conversation with Claire, Arabella was never one for sticking to the plan. The initial confidence had worn off, and self-doubt was quick on it's heels.

"Okay, you dumbass, just dial Julie's number and say whatever comes to mind. Just fucking do it," the woman mumbled to herself.

Of course Arabella loved her former castmates with every fiber of her being, but that is exactly why this decision pained her. She didn't want to let them down again. She didn't want to abandon them again. It was all because of . . .

"Screw it," Arabella announced to the air. Swiftly unlocking her phone, she pulled up Julie's contact and pressed 'call.'

The phone rang for a few painstaking moments, before the chirpy voice answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Julie - it's Arabella, how are you?"

"I'm doing great, just busy - you know how it is. How about you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I thought about our conversation from yesterday," Arabella said, biting her bottom lip. "And I think I want to take it." As soon as she uttered those words, it was as if a mix of relief and impending anxiety washed over her.

"I'm so glad to hear that! I'll let the team know! The table read for the first episode is in two weeks - I'll email your manager everything you need to know," Julie giddily replied. "Really, Arabella, I'm so happy to have you back, and I'm sure everyone else will be, as well."

Ara let a relaxed chuckle escape her lips. "Yeah, I'm happy too, Julie. I'll see you in two weeks, then."

"Alright, see you then!" Julie said, and just like that the call ended.

Are fell back onto her couch, and she couldn't help but smile. "We're fucking doing this, Samantha," she spoke aloud, as if her pet opossum could understand her. The only thing it did do, however, was hiss, and resume eating out of its steel bowl. "Okey dokey, then."

"See you in two weeks, Atlanta."

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