Rewriting the Script — Episode 1

That was terrible. Claire's voice cut across the set. You call that acting? I'm sorry.

I'll do it again. You'd better. If you can't even handle three lines, why are you here? I clenched my script tighter.

A few people around me laughed. Then the assistant director came over. Claire, your audition slot tomorrow may be canceled. What?

Don't ask me why. They just don't think you're right for it. Three years ago, when I broke up with Jillian, he was just a broke actor with red eyes,

begging me not to leave. We lived in a tiny apartment, split cheap takeout, and promised each other that when he finally made it, we'd get Three years later, Julian Calloway had become Hollywood's biggest male star,

and I was still nobody. I survived by taking background roles and a few lines whenever a production needed an extra body. Before I could say anything, my phone buzzed. A message from the hospital, Luca's treatment deposit is due. My fingers went cold. I called the hospital. Hello? I'm trying to get another few days. Mrs. Hayes, we've already extended the

line. I know. I just need a little more time. Luca can't wait much longer. We need the full payment before we can begin treatment. I'll get it. I hung up and immediately called everyone I knew. No one answered. Disorderly, I turned to the AD. Claire, I'm sorry. I really can't lend that much. I'll pay you back. I swear. I know you will, but I don't have it. Then suddenly,