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“Being in the theater world, you never know who you’ll run into,” she replied.

I clinked my glass with hers. “But tonight, it’s just us girls.”

Gin laughed. “Agreed.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to be in Les Mis!” Gin exclaimed, overflowing with excitement.

I grinned, taking a swig of my beer. “I know, right? But let’s not count our chickens before they hatch,” I said.

“Please,” Gin rolled her eyes. “You nailed it. The director and his team were all over you. You’ve got this.”

My stomach grumbled loudly, and I rubbed it sheepishly. “Speaking of nailing things, I’m starving. Let’s order some food.”

After flagging down the waitress and placing our order, we chatted about the show’s potential and what it would be like to tour. Gin was already making plans to visit me wherever the show took me.

“You’re going to be a star, London,” she said, raising her glass. “I can feel it.”

As soon as our food arrived, the tantalizing aroma of crispy chicken tenders and fries filled the air, making our stomachs grumble even louder. We eagerly dug in, savoring each bite with relish. In between mouthfuls, we chatted and giggled, enjoying the moment and the unbreakable bond of our friendship. It was in these simple moments, surrounded by good food and splendid company, that I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

An hour later, after finishing our meal, I let out a content sigh, feeling satisfied and relaxed. “I hate to say it, but I’m beat. I’m ready to head home,” I said with a stretch.

“What? No way, we can’t call it a night yet,” Gin protested, pouting.

“I know, but my bed is calling my name,” I replied with a smile. “I promise we’ll have another girls’ night soon.”

“Come on, just one more drink or we can go clubbing. It’ll be fun!” Gin begged, her eyes shining.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not as young as I used to be. I need my beauty sleep,” I said with a chuckle.

“Oh, come on. You’re always so responsible. Live a little! Let your hair down! Dance the night away!” Gin said, trying to persuade me.

“Thanks, but I need to save my energy for the tour.”

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you’re old and gray, regretting not going clubbing when you had the chance,” Gin said, pretending to pout.

“I’ll live vicariously through your Instagram stories,” I replied with a grin.

Gin laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, I’ll let you off the hook this time. But we’re going out next time, no excuses.”

“Deal,” I replied.

While Gin stayed, I said goodbye and headed home, feeling pumped and ready for the tour. The thought of traveling the country, performing on legendary stages, and working with top-notch actors and crew was exhilarating. It would be hard work and long hours but being part of such a famous production would make it all worth it. I was eager for what was to come and the memories that awaited me.

With a smile on my face and a bounce in my step, I walked home, ready for anything.

* * *

The soundof my phone ringing, the piercing noise cutting through my headache, woke me. The bright sunlight shining through my curtains and the city smells coming in through my open window reminded me of the previous night’s celebration. I felt the familiar ache of a hangover as I groggily picked up the phone and saw Gin’s name flash on the screen. I answered, trying to sound upbeat, “Hey, what’s up?”

“London, I have some bad news,” Gin said, her voice heavy with disappointment.

My heart sank. “What happened?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

“I went to the club last night and ran into the director of Les Misérables’ boyfriend. He told me they’re going with someone else for the role. Some Hollywood big shot’s granddaughter got it just because of her connections,” Gin explained, sounding angry on my behalf.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It felt like a punch to the gut. I had given it my all and felt so sure that the part was mine. I was angry, frustrated and completely heartbroken.

“This is such bullshit,” I said, feeling the tears flow. “Why do things always have to be so unfair?”

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