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“Your family’s started investing in the film industry now?” I asked, intrigued and a
little surprised. Alaric’s family had always been more involved in finance than
showbiz.
He didn’t answer directly. Instead, he picked up the script and handed it to me with a flourish. “Take a look first and see if you like it.”
As I opened the script, I felt a flutter of nerves. The first few pages described a character I could relate to–a woman determined to save her family as her mother’s illness weighed heavily on her heart.
The plot was simple yet gripping.
“The female lead marries into a wealthy family to raise money for her sick mother, but just a day after the wedding, her rich husband dies suddenly under mysterious circumstances. Suspected of foul play, she and the husband’s illegitimate son, who was never accepted by the family, both become targets of the family’s hostility.‘
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The story deepened as the female lead and the illegitimate son began a long journey of mutual understanding. As they fought against the entire family, their relationship slowly developed into a forbidden romance.
The plot was tightly woven; the character growth was intricately linked with the narrative, and the emotional shifts between the leads were subtle yet moving. It was clear this script was aimed at winning awards–a perfect fit for the director Osbourne’s style.
I looked up at Alaric, who was watching me intently, his deep–set eyes filled with an earnestness that made my heart flutter. “What do you think?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that the slightest sound would shatter the moment.
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I felt a surge of gratitude for him believing in me. This was a big opportunity.
I nodded, seriously this time, the corners of my lips turning up in a smile. “I’m so up for it.”
The next day, I received an invitation to audition, my heart racing with a mix of
excitement and nerves. The thought of standing in front of the director Osbourne,
showcasing my talent, filled me with both hope and dread.
At the audition site, I was greeted by a flurry of activity–people hustling, scripts fluttering like leaves in the wind, and the atmosphere charged with anticipation. The waiting area was filled with aspiring actors, each one more anxious than the last. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of the strength of my character, and stepped inside.
But then, I spotted Belinda.
Belinda, with her perfectly styled hair and an air of confidence that radiated like sunlight, turned her gaze towards me. A smirk spread across her face. “Oh my, Sylvia, what are you doing here? Surely you’re not auditioning for the lead role?”
Her tone was dripping with mockery, a stark contrast to the nervous energy of the room. She covered her mouth, feigning surprise, while her agent, a tall man with sharp features and an even sharper gaze, different from the woman I threw water at before, nodded in agreement.
“Sylvia, are you so out of work that you’re doing this? Do you even know who the director is? I can’t believe you have the nerve to show up for an audition?” Belinda’s laughter rang out, an unpleasant sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I guess after our spat at the Slow Life set, she had chosen to drop her innocent act a little in front of me. Her malice was now even more blatant.
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Belinda added, “Sis, you’ve always been such an amazing actress. Don’t forget to go easy on me, alright?”
Her agent shot me a cold look, his eyes filled with disdain. “Belinda, don’t worry. Mr. Dwight already said the lead role is definitely yours. Sylvia knows that
too–she’s just here to go through the motions.”
I set down my water cup, the coolness of it contrasting with the heat rising in my chest. I stared directly at Belinda, my determination hardening. “So, you know I’m divorcing Dwight?”
A glint of amusement flickered in Belinda’s eyes, and her smirk widened, almost as if she found joy in my misfortune. I could feel the tension in the air thicken, a silent battle brewing between us.
Seeing her smug expression, I deliberately dragged out my words, letting each one linger in the air. “But–he keeps refusing.”
Belinda’s face instantly darkened, the mockery fading as her confidence wavered.
I stood up, towering over her by half a head, using my height as an advantage. Rolling the script into a tube, I pressed it lightly against her shoulder, asserting my presence. “Belinda, do you know how disappointed I am in you? You’re a mistress, but you can’t even steal away a man who’s about to be dumped.”
“Before you succeed, I suggest you stop showing off in front of me like a clown.”
“If you could just try a little harder and get that trash out of my life, it would benefit all of us,” I said, my voice steady but low, each word carefully measured.
Belinda’s face flushed bright red, humiliation and rage battling within her. But she couldn’t manage to get a word out, the shock rendering her speechless.
“Stop prancing around in front of me all the time. It’s an eyesore.” I took out a bottle of alcohol spray, spritzed my hands as if cleansing them of the encounter, and turned to walk away, my heart pounding.
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As I exited the audition room, I felt a sense of triumph wash over me, mingled
with the adrenaline of the confrontation.
In that moment, I realized I was ready for whatever came next. Whether I got the role or not, I was reclaiming my narrative, and nothing could take that away from
- me.
