Chapter 11
Being at the studios was hell. I couldn't figure out whether or not Jim told Chris because when I arrived they had been talking. It didn't seem like Chris was interested, I guess. Getting depressed. Have to snap out of it before I go on for my line in a tinsy skit. The entire time everyone rehearsed, I sat on the 'sidelines' wishing I had something to rehearse. That's when I noticed Lorne walking up to me. I instantly got nervous.
"We're in a bit of trouble here, Cathy..."
"Cat," I corrected him. If I wanted to be more comfortable here, I would have to ask everyone to call my by my comfortable nickname.
He smiled. "Cat." He corrected himself. "Rachel was supposed to do this new recurring sketch we've thought of, but now there's been a bit of delay. She played one of the main parts. Maybe you'd like to take the script backstage or in your dressing room and try to memorize it?"
It hit me like a wave. It felt like I was in one of those TV shows where the person who wanted the part most didnt get it, and then the person who played Juliet gets sick, and they ask her to replace her, and -- "Sure, I'd love to," I grinned without thinking.
"You sure you can do it? This has gotta be memorized before tomorrow...?" He said, putting even more pressure on me. "'Cause if you can't that's perfectly alright. Remember: if you do it this one time, and the audience likes it, you become the character."
I tried to say something but nothing came out, so instead I nodded. He grinned. "Great work," He handed me the script and I went backstage to read it and figure out who I was being and how I was to act. The script was about a dysfunctional family. The daughter -- whom I am playing -- is goth, and hates her parents, who are perfect. The parents are played by Chris P and Mya. So, the daughter brings friends over every day for dinner. The friends are usually played by the host. Just as I began memorizing, I heard a knock at the door. I put the script down and walked to the door, opening it.
"Hey, Cathy." Oh my gosh.
Chapter 12