“You were a natural.” She states firmly. “I need
you to hear that and believe it. You should be proud of yourself.”
“I can’t wait to see it.” A laugh slips out of me and I press my fingers to my lips. “My face on an actual billboard—”
“Speaking of natural.” She pauses, and I go still. “This isn’t something I typically do but I want to be upfront about that.”
My heart is about to jump out of my chest as I respond. “Okay.”
“A friend of mine is directing a film. There’s a small role and the total screen time would be roughly twelve minutes. When he mentioned it to me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I think you could do it justice. Would that be something you’re open to?”
The word yes is forming before she finishes the sentence. I clamp down on it long enough to sound like a functio
