Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Typecast

 

Typecast

“Line?” she shook her head in irritation.

This was dress rehearsal, for fuck’s sake. No excuse to blank out on anything at this point.

But what was she supposed to do, with that bitch Vanessa breathing over her shoulder?

Oh, sure she pretended to be a friend, giving her compliments and bringing little presents.

But she knew better. Vanessa was her understudy, just watching for any sign of weakness on her part, so she could swoop in.

She glared at the prompter, who quietly recited, “Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’the milk of human kindness.”

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