Page 16 of Hers to Kiss
Keke offered a closed-mouth smile. Nothing more.
“I’m sure he would’ve been proud of your accomplishments. Theatre and dance! Are you going to perform on stage? Broadway, perhaps?”
Keke politely chuckled. “Was thinking more Hollywood.”
“Ohh!” Judith put a hand over her heart and leaned back quite theatrically. “So fancy! That’s where everyone wants to end up, I guess.”
Well,serioustheatrical performances and dancers were supposed to cram themselves into tiny, dingy New York City apartments and battle each other for the few available parts—Hunger Games style. Keke barely considered that an option. Hollywood seemed to offer more opportunities to perform, from television to independent films and major studio productions. Besides, she’d rather live on the beach in a bungalow than in a stuffy, overpriced NYC apartment. She had lived in Middle America all her life; it was time to live by the ocean.
“I already have an audition. They’re looking for a dancer, and I’m really good.”
This time, Judith politely smiled. She patted Keke’s arm. “Yes, of course you are, dear. You always did very well in school plays.”
From some corner of the cafeteria, Bertie snickered. Keke’s back went rigid. Bertie had no reason to laugh at her audition—which was hard to secure. Sure, few made it, but Keke believed in herself, especially when no else would.
Not that Bertie knew anything about it.
Bertie could complain all she wanted about Keke breaking the “spirit” of rule one of their friendship code, but Bertie had broken rule two outright.
Do not lie to your friend.
