I believe the Thalamus is the part of your brain responsible for erotic stimuli. It fizzles when I realize Canon is not indeed looking to mate, but then all the other rational parts of my brain combust because he wants me to audition.
Calm your tits. Be normal. Act like this happens all the time to thespians like you.
“Oh really?” I drawl, sounding like fucking Bette Davis. “Sorry. Wow. That’s great. What’s the movie?”
“It hasn’t been announced.”
That’s what he told Janie at dinner. So top secret. I’m intrigued.
Who am I kidding? I’m panting.
“My casting agent, Mallory Perkins, is in town. Can I put her in touch with your agent? They can discuss all the details.”
“Sure. Yeah. That sounds great.”
It’s quiet on the phone for a few electric seconds.
“So . . . can you give me your agent’s info to pass on to Mallory?”
“Yes! Of course. Is this your cell?”
That sounds so intrusive. I shouldn’t have this famous director’s number, especially not when I was just thinking he would break me if we were to ever copulate. He should file a restraining order. Immediately. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Yeah. This is my cell,” he says. “You can share the contact here and I’ll send it to Mallory. That work?”
“That works, sure.”
“Sounds good. Bye.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He’s gone almost as quickly as he called. I flop onto the couch and stare at the ceiling, waiting for my particles to settle back to normal.
Takira rushes from the kitchen to hover over me. “What’d he say?”
“He wants me to audition for a part.”
“Ayyyyyeeee!” Takira jumps onto the other end of the couch and pumps her legs. “This is amazing.”
It is amazing and not something I ever could have seen coming. At least once a day every day since I met Canon, I’ve thought about him. His intense, infrequent stare. That magnetic pull. His indifferent brand of charisma. The surprising words of encouragement he shared before he left. I have deliberately not talked about him, but my thoughts? I have less discipline where they’re concerned. I thought more about the undeniable attraction I felt, not an opportunity. I didn’t dare imagine this.
I shoot a text to my agent telling her to expect a call from Mallory Perkins, Canon Holt’s casting agent. Of course, she calls right away with a dozen questions I have no answers for. I nearly forget I need to text her info to him.
Me: Hey! Great talking to you. Here’s my agent’s contact.
Canon: Thanks.
That’s it? Thanks? Guess we’re not at emojis yet. I get it.
“Ewwww!” I screech and sit up straight. “I just sent a text to Canon Holt from my porny phone.”
Takira cackles and kicks me lightly. “You probably gave his phone crabs.”
“Heifer,” I laugh and lie back, wearing a wide smile. It’s surreal. I’d filed that night away as that one time I met Canon Holt and he called me exceptional. Even though I’ve thought about it often over the last week, I accepted that I’d probably never see him again. It was something cool that happened with someone I admire and respect, but that was the end.
What if it was just the beginning?