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We have a few more hours before it’s time to check out of the rental, so I head downstairs to check on Dray to make sure he’s not sleeping in. I knock on the door, surprised to hear his nondrowsy voice respond.
Drake: Come in
I see him sitting on the bed, looking deep in thought.
Wade: I was checking to see if you were up and ready. I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight.
Drake: I’m not going.
Wade: What are you talking about? You’re not going where?
Drake: Back to Brindleton Bay-I’m staying here.
Oh Drake...
Maya said, “It’s not like you’d summit this year and be done. Did you think you could feel that kind of rush and never want to do it again? Believe me, once you get there, you won’t want to stop, you’ll see. This is your life now. Even if it’s not what you do for a living, you’ll dream in summit fever. Just wait.”
Jack was all in with the hype, but Jordan wondered if the dream of a summit would be all he ever achieved.
This hobby was expensive. He wanted to be sold on the whole package, he wanted to drink the Kool-Aid and buy all the hype, but the fine print gave him sticker shock. First there were the classes. Two years of training, probably, if he didn’t want to die on the mountain. He would certainly not make the cutoff for this January’s summit, which meant another spring and fall session next year. The gear wore out, and he’d need to repair and replace it often.
Then, when he finally was ready, there would be airfare, lodging, and supplies.
And besides the climbing, he still had important repairs to complete on the camper. There was still child support to send to Colette exactly when and how she wanted it. He needed to find work, finally, having burnt through most of his savings.
How did anyone afford this lifestyle?
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Alright, I think I've done enough for the day. I cook some friend plantains, which I do alright with, and get ready for bed. I'll need a full day of rest for my performance tomorrow. Do they give awards for commercials, by the way?
But commercials are not my end goal of course as they are just a stepping stone to bigger and better things. I don't have any connections but I do have a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend that thinks she can get me into an upcoming sitcom that is specifically looking for someone that looks just like me but this is an opportunity for another day so let's not think too much on it right now.
Derrick was well met especially because his story feels similar to mines. He's out there grinding with the hopes that someone, anyone, will give him a shot. That's how this whole thing works, doesn't it? You do all you can for that one shot, that one moment that will launch you into stardom and once you are there? Once you are there it's hard to get you down. For him, it's one song that can transform his career and for me it's one performance.
So I find myself back home in front of my mirror and the script firmly in hand. It's a commercial so my lines are few, two sentences, but I'll put my entire soul into those two lines.
"Yep, now it's just about finding someone with simoleons to believe in me I guess."
"Well, you might not get it playing like that in this park!" I joke, but he does laugh with me and seems to understand my point.
"I'm persistent, I'll be here everyday until someone gets tired of it."
"I get it! I'm the same way, I guess we are both here chasing dreams," and this is the city of dreams, isn't it? A city of stars is probably more apt.
"Oh, you too huh!? Derrick, by the way," and he gives me that smile, maybe you know the one? The one that tells me he'd like to see me again but in a different setting. Right now, I'm not exactly opposed to that.
"Teresa! Maybe one day our names will be on the front page of a magazine!"
"Thanks! I'm new to the guitar but it's like they say, practice makes perfect, right?"
"Umm, is it a good idea to practice in the public?" I ask the obvious question because why practice in front of others? It would be like me performing my script out here in front of others.
"I figure if people see my rawness and see the growth over time that they might connect with me more, y'know?"
"Oh, yeah..." hmm, that is an interesting outlook on it, I guess he's thinking long term? "So, whats your vibe, what's your style? What kind of music are you trying to create?"
"All I have is my voice and my word, so I kind of mix things up, you know? A little melodic singing over music is what I tend to do. I don't have a genre, I want to transcend genres."
"Hmm, yeah," Yep, definitely a musician. I know us artists get flack for being odd but that's not on us, not on us thespians I should clarify. It's mainly the painters and musicians that are out there. Maybe you can include writers, if you can find them, they like to hide under rocks after all. "I think you definitely have the talent, at least with your voice, so yeah I can see that!"
It's his voice. That's what it was. It has a tenderness to it that grabs you, that makes you wonder about his story, but then you hear his fingers carelessly pluck at a guitar and it ruins whatever comes from his throat.
I stare at him for a moment and wonder what his game is. Does he realize that he can't play the guitar or is this some new genre I know nothing about? I'll be honest, if it's not a musical I don't vibe with it so it is entirely possible that maybe he this is what you kids listen to nowadays? Anyways, the man seems satisfied with himself.
He finishes and puts his guitar down, satisfied with himself for whatever reason and looking at me as if he expects some applause. "Ummm, congrats!" is all I can offer for lack of not knowing what else to say. I don't want to put him down because he's so very proud of his performance. Actually, he should be, at least half of it? don't know what else to say, he seems so proud of himself.
"Ah, thank you, thank you!" Yep, definitely proud of himself.
"Your voice is very unique, in a good way!" Always focus on the positive, right?!
After a successful audition (I won the part!) I head out to the park to clear my mind and just enjoy the day. A good day. A happy day because my career is beginning. Sure, it's just a commercial but one, it adds to my currently blanke resume and two, I make simoleons. So, we all have to start somewhere and I look forward to shooting it.
ANYWAYS! So I'm at the park and feeling the vibes until the sound of a clearly practicing and amateur musician hits my ears. I'm not going to lie, most of it was horrible, but for whatever reason it catches my attention and interest.
I'm not new here. Like I've said, I'm DSV for life, born and raised, so I'm used to seeing people out in the street begging for the right pair of eyes or ears to give them their big chance so this is nothing new, but the man certainly has a unique sound to him...
ANY WAYS! Off to my first audition! Wish me luck!
OH! Some news that you might not expect but I've decided to join a book club! I'm not sure exactly why buuuuuut, I did? Look, I saw an opportunity and I took it and besides, acting includes a lot of reading. Imagine being an A-lister and having countless scripts sent your way? Exactly. So I plan on being an avid reader!
By the by, I'm not much of a chef and so you'll see me munching on whatever I can get my hands on and this morning its a very plain sandwich. I hope it'll be good enough for breakfast because it is the best I can do right now.
It's Monday which is kind of the start of the week? It usually feels like it at least and I'm not exactly sure what might happen this Monday but I'll be starting it in the shower. Washing off the last of yesterday, you could say, because one must smell good in show business. Just imagine me showing up for my audition with a stench? 'Sorry, you're acting was impeccable but but you stink, no literally, you stink!'
Zin had decided to move on from porn because she wanted to focus on being a good mother for Myitzu and also because she blamed it for her current circumstances. Besides, she had accomplished everything she could in the industry, she had performed every kink and fantasy and had done it all before even hitting her 30s. She felt used up.
Thankfully, she navigated the industry to have enough simoleons to take her time and raise a child without a need for work. She’d find a job eventually, a normal job, and she would have support from Myitzu’s father. Oh, she would. One way or another Ricardo was going to be responsible for his daughter. She would make sure of it…
RICARDOOOO! I thought about bringing him back and while it's not likely it's about how much I had fun playing him!
