"Faith? Honey, how do you feel?" Ryo asked, knocking on the apartment door. The door swung open, and Faith was standing there. She wore sweatpants with her high school logo on the leg, a black cami and her hair was tied up. "Hey Dad." Faith said, turning around and walking back to her couch. Her apartment wasn't tiny, but it wasn't gigantic. "You're not upset?" Ryo asked, rather confused. Faith always went on for hours about how she could have gotten that role, if only she had done something different. "I'm sorry you didn't-" Ryo was cut off by the sound of Faith shushing him. "What?" Ryo asked, confused. "It's the same story every time, 'Sorry you didn't get the part'. It's basically like saying 'Sorry you weren't good enough.'" Faith said. "Well, you did great. I know you did." Ryo said confidently. A small smile crept onto Faith's face and she chuckled softly. "Thanks Dad." Faith said softly. They watched stupid reality TV shows for hours, talking all night. By the time Ryo left, Faith felt so much better. She was asleep on her couch, wrapped up by a white blanket. Ryo turned off the TV and put Faith in her bed, leaving soon after.
Faith couldn't stand waking up. It was one thing she hated with a burning passion. She managed to sit up, rubbing her face. She picked up her phone, looking for new notifications. She only had two texts and five notifications from the sims. She read the text, one from her service provider, and one fro her fellow failing artist, Benkei Hanawa. She swiped open the conversation. 'Coffeehouse. 9:30.' Alright, cool. She looked at the time.
9:00
Son of all the bitches. She ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She grabbed her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it, running back to her room and grabbing jeans and a grey shirt. She showered and got ready, leaving the house at 9:20. She ran down the street to the coffeehouse, immediately seeing Benkei. Of course he was smirking. "You know my phone is on silent on Friday nights, jerk." Faith snapped quietly. "You're mad because you're late." He teased. "Shut up." She smiled. She knew he was right. "So, how did the audition go?" Benkei asked, sliding her a coffee. "How do all My others go?" She asked. "Oh God, they turned you away again?" Benkei said, like he couldn't believe it. "Yep." Faith said. "How about your score? Did that go through?" Faith asked. "Only 7 of the 20 songs." He deadpanned. "Tough break." Faith said. "No kidding." He replied. They talked for awhile, before they went back to Benkei's apartment, Which Faith immediately looked for his dog, Monster. Monster was an applehead chihuahua, and liked everyone who gave her food. She picked up the small dog who bounced at her feet, smiling. She sat on the piano bench, petting the dog between her ears. "I love your dog, dude." Faith said. "I'm convinced that dog is the only reason I have friends." He smiled. Faith laughed a little and sighed. "Should I try to audition for anything else?" She asked quietly. "Should I submit any more scores?" Benkei asked. "Of course you should. You're the best composer I know right now." Faith said. "That's my answer. You're the best actress I've seen. I guess our times will come." He said. "Not son enough." Faith said with a sigh.