Page 15 of My Best Friend's Brother
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 sea.
“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.
