Since we had been doing so much sight seeing and shopping the past couple of days the only thing left that we spent the whole day at was the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. She loves art museums and I was glad that we spent the entire day there. It was a lot of walking and traveling but made it all worth it. We came home around 7:00 when as Evanna's goodbye gift was that she had made dinner. It was a relief since we were both too exhausted to do anything else.
When dinner finished I had to help her pack.
"Gotta say mom, I'm going to miss you being around." I said while I folded a shirt.
"Aww sweetie you know I'm just a phone call away." I shrug with a smile. We put on some tunes and sang horribly to them together before it was time for sleep where I took the couch..again.
Her flight was in the afternoon so we could sleep on to a decent hour. I had to drop her off at the airport.
"Bye mom it was really fun having you here."
"Bye Bumble I love you. Make me proud"
"Love you too mom. I will. Call or text me when you land!"
She nodded and kissed the top oft forehead. She took her luggage and eventually disappeared into the airport crowd. And like that she was gone. I think that is what makes her visits so special: she doesn't do it as often so we charish almost every moment. I sighed getting back into the car and drove home.
*****
The next few weeks were basically the same routine. I'd get up, practice for the audition, go to work, come home go to bed. The days I didn't have work I just practiced more. The days Evanna went out with Denny sometimes I would forget to eat dinner. I was so nervous about screwing up that if I knew it front, back and sideways, it would be easier. I would chat with Joe every so often but wouldn't stay long because he was busy. I understood. Finally the day came. The audition came. I woke up at six on the dot and drove over to the address Betsy texted me. I was a nervous wreck. My body was shaking. I took very long deep breaths. I didn't plan on loosing it due to a nervous breakdown. The waiting room was no better. Name after name was called none of them mine. After another two hours it happened.
"Davis, Annabella." I stood up. My legs felt like someone preformed the jelly legs jinx. And I didn't know unjellyfy. I took one last deep breath before entering the next room. It was a rather large room. There was a table near the wall with a row of people. I guessed it was the producers and writers and directors. There was a man. He was not much older than me. He had sandy blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and high cheekbones. I supposed he was the other lead. I couldn't tell if he was auditioning or had the role already. I was so nervous out there I hadn't had the chance to actually look around.
"Okay you can begin." Said a voice over at the table. I swallowed hard but began.
"You can't keep me here. I don't belong in this lifestyle."
"Maybe you do? Did you ever think of that? You can't leave."
"And just why not!" I spoke louder while taking a step closer. "I can't do anything here! I'm just weight that no body needs and another mouth to feed."
"You're not just weight. All my life I've lived here and for the first time these people are showing emotion. It was the same thing you gave it life."
"But I also gave it destruction."
He was silent. He was suppose to be but I could feel it.
"Don't go." He whispered
"I have to. I don't belong here like you do. I can't be here anymore. I'm not needed here." This was were I turned to walk away but he lightly grabbed my wrist.
"I need you." He whispered before our lips crashed into one another. He lightly placed his palm on my cheek before deepening the kiss. It got intense. I broke before I said the closing line.
"Goodbye."
I stood still for a moment before facing the people at the tables. Many were writing things down and taking notes. The one in the middle spoke.
"Thank you, you can go."
My vision then became completely blurred. I managed the find the door and make it to my car without puking. When I made it to my car there was a white piece of paper stuck to my windshield wiper.
"Great a ticket." I grumbled to myself prepared to face the payment. There was no payment on the paper. It wasn't even a ticket. All it read was 'turn around.' Confused I did so. There behind me was something worth turning around to.