"Ok," Adam takes a deep breath, composing himself. "So I'll message Sabrina's manager tomorrow and we can discuss the details and see if we can get Sabrina on board. Deal?"
I think for a second before answering hesitantly, "Deal.."
END OF SCENE 3
INT- BEDROOM, NIGHT
r.
The rest of my day, following my short meeting with Amanda and Adam, was spent thinking about countless regrets and a restless night.
I mean, what was I even thinking, letting Adam and Amanda convince me to follow the most idiotic plan imaginable? I've somehow managed to put myself into an awkward position with Sabrina after promising to her (and myself) that I'd never lay eyes on her ever again. And what if she says no? I would just be giving her an opportunity to tease me as well as provide her with evidence that proves that I'm desperate and a failure in the industry. I'd never be able to live with myself having Sabrina constantly pester me and laugh at my every move.
The reality of the situation is; Sabrina is more successful than me in every way possible. No one could deny it. All I was doing now, put simply, is trying to catch up to her and cling onto my ever-declining fame.
With Sabrina still in the back of my mind; a constant reminder of the things I will never be able to accomplish nor ever be, I lazily put my hair into a messy bun and plop onto the cushioned, queen sized bed in front of me. Though my life may be shitty at the moment, I had a nice ass bed to make up for (most of) it.
I extend my hand to the left of me as I aimlessly feel for the phone on the nightstand. Finally obtaining a hold on it, I press the power button as I scroll through my endless amounts of notifications.
Instagram: @.bensavage, @.cecibalagot, and 2,506 others have liked your post
Twitter: 89 new DMs
Snapchat: uhmeer_ sent a streak! Send a snap to keep it going!
Instagram: [@.coreyfogelmanis] give me my charger back u wimp 😔
Messages: [Sba] yo.. (tap to read more)
Duolingo: You haven't practiced French in over 60 days!
Wait..
I scroll back up in the notifications, seeing a message from someone in my contacts put in as 'sba'. Probably not an important enough person if I didn't bother typing in their full name, but nevertheless I decide on checking the message anyway.
Sba: yo.. My agent told me that ur guy wants to talk to me?? Is this ur way of trying to HMU or something? clingy much...
I scoff, quickly tapping my phone screen as I respond to the person I assumed to be Sabrina—- guess that's why I didn't bother to make a proper contact for her. I was usually one to organize my contacts well and never failed to include a nice photo of them in their avatar.
..wdym, you wish. my agent said he wanted to discuss something kinda important with you.
I let out a sigh, about to place my phone back on the nightstand until it immediately buzzes in the palm of my hand, indicating a message notification.
Sba: as long as I don't have to d8 u or something like that then I don't rlly give a shit lmao.
Read.
Well shit.
This was going downhill way too fast.
