Showmanship

Showmanship

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When you get yourself a role, with a very successful T.V show. So successful that it moved from Netflix to an Oscar in at least three weeks. A person is very carful with a leading role in a show like that. They usually don't fall in love with one of the other cast members. But that seemed to be his place on set. He couldn't be Dorothy. The spontaneous lead who swore her only talent was singing, even though she can do about anything, but whistling. He couldn't be Carol. To smart to see Dorothy's antics as anything but annoying. He couldn't be Kendal, who was just to oblivious to see anything. He was even to oblivious to see his failing dancing career. He couldn't be Lucy, who was so self-destructive that she would blow up any minute. He could only be James, himself. To caught in a history of failed life lessons and a family of one to many people. And if you can only be yourself, how are you supposed to act?
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"So I meant nothing to you?" Whoa, change of direction. "We could have made it work, you could have talked to me. Told me that this was what you wanted." I can't speak, all this time, he thinks I left because of the contract, that I choose fame over him? "I would have followed you anywhere." That last statement kills me, I have no idea how I'm still standing up surely it's because I'm holding on to the door. "Derek, you have it all wrong." My phone rings the all too familiar ringtone interrupting us once again. I try to shut it off but it's too late. "It's like he knows when I'm with you." he says as he slams the car door closed. He runs his hands down his face "But how can he? I bet he doesn't even know I exist, you forgot I did." His words hit me like knives straight to my heart, more so because I can feel the pain behind them. "Derek I didn't forget you." I whisper taking a step towards him. "Save it, go ahead and call your boyfriend back, I'm going to take a cab." He turns around and heads back towards the street. I want to follow him, I should follow him, but I can't, I wouldn't know what to say, he's right I should have called, I should have been there with all of them but instead I shut him out without ever telling him why. And now he hated me and I had no one to blame but myself.

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