Chapter Six

Jenny didn't know whether to be happy or be sad.

She was friends with Diane again, which was good of course, but Jennifer and her weren't friends again which sucked.

"Hey, you okay?"Diane, surprisingly asked as she was on her way to an audition.

Jenny kept her voice steady. "I'm fine. Why?"

Diane looked around and whispered. "About what I said..."

The inside of Jenny's body went cold.

"No one wants fat ugly girls."

Jenny stared in the other direction. Think about different things…Think about different things….

She forced a smile. "What about it? It's in the past, no biggie."

Diane smiled uncertainly back at her.

Jenny wondered what was going on. All the confidence Diane had flaunted was gone. She was no longer the girl who acted with no regret of her actions. She seemed hesitant somehow..."Don't worry about me, Diane. All I'm sad about is the post pone audition."

Diane sighed. "Look, just be careful out there okay?"

Jenny laughed. "What's there to be careful from? So there are a few snobs here and there, but that doesn't mean anything."

Diane's sweet attitude vanished in an instant. "Listen here Ashton! Hollywood's mean. You do one thing wrong, and your gone. Hollywood doesn't do mistakes. You start drinking. Bam, you are an official alcoholic. And you know what's worse? That it is only one example!"

Jenny stared at her shocked. What is she, bipolar or something? "Look, I don't drink, and I try not to make mistakes. And if Hollywood doesn't like me, I'll try harder."

Diane looked away from her. "Just be careful."

And just like that, Diane walked away.

Jenny tried to think about the script, she really did, but she just couldn't.

It wasn't that she forgot the words or didn't know who she was playing. No, it was much worse than that.

Jenny was afraid of rejection. Of not being good enough. Of not being perfect!

Jenny smiled shakily. "Here we go Ashton, the start of your career."

As she walked into the doors, Jenny felt panic.

Oh god, what if she accidently hits the director? Or worse, be in a giggling fit because of the script!

The possibilities that she can do wrong was swirling around her mind endlessly, as if trying to make her be freaking scared out of her mind.

Jenny took deep breaths. Come on Jenny, be your confident self as you always are. After all, what's the difference between auditions for plays to shows?

"Hi. I'm Harry West, your director. Just go mingle with people until we say your name. "said a tired looking man.

Jenny saw millions of people. But who should she talk to? There are several cool looking people.

"Hi. Uh…your first audition too?"

Jenny turned around to see a girl that looked about her age. She had brown curly hair, kind brown eyes, and a very different….outfit.

She smiled. "Yeah. I'm Jennifer Ashton. But you can call me Jenny."

The girl grinned. "Camille Roberts."She began to spout some random Spanish words, or at least she thinks it's Spanish..."Future Method actress."

They began talking more after that. About pretty much everything. Boys, roles, you get the picture.

"Jennifer Ashton."A monotone voice called.

Jenny grinned. Oh, yes…

A person stood in there in the acting room. She had almost white hair, professional clothes, and critical green eyes. "Okay. Tell me the lines."

Jenny looked across the sky imagining. "I don't know why I'm here. It's as if I'm asking not to belong. But since when do I ever listen to my conscience? I'm a vampire. And nothing can change that."

The women stared at her with distaste. "Are you aware this is a vampire's love story? Well, I don't quite think so. If you did, you might have covered that belly of yours."

Jenny stared at her. "Yes, I'm quite aware. And the belly of mine? It's called meat in my bones. You should try it, since there is obviously no meat in yours."

The women glared. "Leave. And don't come back. We don't need your kind!"

Jenny ran quickly as she could.

The tears were slowly coming down her eyes as she ran.

What was wrong with her? Ever since she came to Hollywood, she hasn't done anything but cry, cry, and cry more. It was a repeated cycle. She was tired of it.

Jenny was going to show them that she could be perfect. Then they'll be sorry.

As Jenny finally walked away from that place, she found what she was looking for.

As she walked in, Jenny begins starting what was only the beginning.

Throwing up.