“When do they need me?”
Priscilla grew serious. “I’ll send you the information as soon as I get it. Officially, the contract starts in three weeks. But they want you early, since you haven’t seen the script yet, and wardrobe is going to have to make some adjustments. You’re about three weeks behind the original cast.”
My heart sank at her response. “I can’t do it, Priscilla. Mom still has a couple weeks of therapy, and I have commitments here.”
She clicked her tongue. “Krystal, be reasonable. This is the chance of a lifetime! Your mom will understand.”
The unused train ticket to New York City made me think otherwise.
And what would Bryce say?
Just yesterday, I’d been mentally extending my visit because I had no work waiting for me. I’d almost been convinced that God was telling me that I was supposed to stay. And now this?
“I need some time.”
“I already told them you wanted the job,” Priscilla admitted.
I sighed. “You had no right to do that. I’ll see what I can do. I’m not making promises.”
“I’ll stall as best I can. I’m calling you later today.”
“Go get some sleep, Priscilla.”
I hung up and stared around my old bedroom. I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted a cup of coffee as badly as I did at that moment.
What was I going to do?
I flopped backward onto my pillow and then groaned as I rolled my way off the bed, barely catching myself with my feet before I ended up on the floor in a heap.
I should be thrilled. Priscilla obviously was.
Was it just the way it happened that had me jaded? I wasn’t really Faithmark’s first choice, and the only reason I had a chance was because of the poor choices a child actress had made to deal with the pressure of fame and expectations.
Or was it because I didn’t want to leave Bryce?
Did I still want the job?
Yes.
I felt the answer resonate within my heart as I fumbled through the process of making coffee.
Without a doubt, my desire to be an actress was still there. I loved every minute of working on the movie last year. And no matter the circumstances around how it had happened, the opportunity was here in front of me. Was God just doing things a bit differently than I would have chosen?
I sipped my coffee in silence, watching the sky through the windows as it slowly shifted from black to gray and then pink. I heard the sound of Mom’s cane in the hallway and then the sound of her in the bathroom.
As she came into the kitchen, I poured another cup of coffee and set it at the table for her.
“Morning, Mom.”
“You’re up early,” she remarked.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
There must have been something in my voice, because Mom raised an eyebrow at me. “Everything okay?”
I hesitated, taking a drink of my coffee while I considered how to respond. “I got the leading role. Actually, I got two of them. They want me back in LA for a week to catch up before we start filming.”
Mom smiled broadly. “That’s amazing! When do you have to leave?”