Tonight, she’d memorize every line of her scene. Tomorrow, she’d book the part.
Kylie reached for her water bottle. Her hand was steady. That was the trick, wasn’t it? Not letting them see the crack.
Kylie held her gaze for a beat longer than friendly. “Thanks, Jenna. That means a lot. Coming from you. ” behind her back kylie page
Behind her back. The phrase slithered through Kylie’s mind like cold smoke.
She’d felt it before. The subtle shift in a room’s temperature when you become the subject instead of a participant. The way conversations pause as you approach, then resume in a lower, softer key once you’ve passed. Tonight, she’d memorize every line of her scene
“Hey, Kylie!” called Marcus from the couch. “We were just talking about your audition for Edge of Night . Jenna said you nailed the monologue.”
The dressing room mirror reflected Kylie’s practiced smile, but her eyes were scanning the group huddled near the craft services table. She couldn’t hear the words—just the rhythm of hushed voices, the furtive glances, the way Jenna’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh. Her hand was steady
And the ones whispering behind her back? They’d still be standing by the craft services table, wondering why their careers never took off.