Chapter 12

It was after ten when I finally got away from them all and into my parents’ exercise room, where my cot had been set up the night before. Not the world’s most comfortable bed, but it was manageable.

I’d brought my tablet with me, and before going to sleep for the night, I checked my email. The only thing of interest was from my agent, who kindly—and I mean that sincerely—informed me that I was not going to get an audition for a role I had inquired about. Apparently, I was “not the direction they were wanting to go.” Whatever that meant.

It shouldn’t have been a crushing disappointment, given that it was a small part in the scheme of things, and yet it felt like the sky was falling and I was Chicken Little. Just one more failure in a list of failures that had been my life lately.

I turned to the website for the nursing school I had been attending in San Jose prior to deciding to follow my acting dream. It had a stellar reputation and really was a great university.