BAD ACTING

WILD CHILD

        Monday morning.

        The last week of August.

        Driving home from teaching class at the dance studio my car died. The guy at the shop told me nothing could be done to fix it. He suggested I buy one of the used cars on his lot and I did. My whole paycheck from Diesel gone in one day. I drove the red Honda Civic back to my apartment and texted David.

        Weed and coke

        David: How much?

        $500. Split down the middle

        David: Ok boss, give me a few hours

        I took a shower. I smoked a bowl. I turned on music. I turned off music. I turned on the TV. I muted the TV. I turned the music back on. I smoked more weed.

        David dropped off my order two hours later. I opened a bag of coke onto a plate and snorted six lines. I waited for a few minutes and then sorted six more. I stayed home, not sleeping, until Wednesday. I drove the red car to the dance studio, only leaving home to teach my dance class. I continued my binge into Thursday. I received a call from LA Models to show up for a go see the next day. I forced myself to sleep Thursday night and drove to Hollywood Friday morning to meet with a photographer. I drove home and slept more. Saturday Leah called and I ignored each call. By Saturday night my phone read twenty-three missed calls, all from Leah.

         Smoking weed in bed, I heard someone banging on my door. I opened the door finding Leah standing in a sexy black dress.

         "You're going out with me."

         "I am not."

        Leah threw down a new Louis Vuitton duffle identical to the one I never gave back, but charcoal black. She walked passed me shutting the door.

         "I got the part. I'm sorry if you think I'm a bitch, but I needed you to help me."

        I couldn't think of any words.

        "There is something about you I can't explain. I don't think you understand it, or won't believe it, but I won't let you hide from me."

        "I'm not hiding." I finally said.

        Leah gave me a knowing look and laughed. She gently kicked the duffle in my direction.

        "A gift for you. I'm in this stupid movie because of you."

        "Do you really believe that?" I asked

        "Yes"

         "Ok, whatever."

         "Open up the bag."

         Black Amani jeans, Black John Varvatos T-shirt, and a Black Rolex

         "This is me saying thank you."

        "Where are we going?" I asked, giving in to her whims.

        "Sean's."

        "Did you really get the part?"

        "Yes."

        "Did you sleep with Sean?"

        "Yes."

        I dressed in the black outfit Leah bought for me to match her dress. I did not shower or mess with my hair. Leah handed me the black Rolex.