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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