Emmarie was getting well known in the theater scene for her exquisite talent in acting. She was getting calls from agents all over about signing her for something bigger and better than what she was doing now. It made her question whether she should keep this hobby up because that’s not what she wanted. She didn’t want her name on billboards, lit up, and flashing. Acting, for her, was just a way of letting out her inner frustrations and healing from past trauma and managing her mental health. She didn’t want to make it the center of her life. It was just a way to cope with it, not be it. You know? She was starting to rethink her move out here to California and considered going back to Tennessee and forgetting this whole journey that really has been so good for her… but would it backtrack all her progress? Make her undo everything she had worked so hard to repair and build positively for herself thus far? It couldn’t end like that. It just couldn’t. Right?
“Hello Emmarie. You seem out of it today. Like you’re here but also somewhere else. Everything ok? Anything you need or rather want to talk about? Only say what you feel ok with sharing though, of course.” said Mrs. Smith in a concerned tone.
“Yeah. I’m ok. Everything is ok. It’s just I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. And neither seems to want to budge because no matter which moves, I lose something I don’t want to give up.”
“That sounds very hard Emmarie. I can only imagine how difficult whatever this is must be for you. Just know I am here to listen and offer advice from what I have to offer ,if anything. If nothing else, I can offer support and sympathy because I can’t promise I can relate or understand… because I may not be able to put myself in your shoes due to lack of experience. But I can definitely be here by your side and not let you navigate it alone.” Mrs. Smith softly said with a compassionate soft smile look across her face.
“Thank you. I do understand. And well, it’s about my acting. I’m getting a lot of attention. Many agents and other notable people in the a-list celebrity clan are interested in taking me on as a client and making me into the next Jennifer Lawrence for real. I don’t want that. This is just a soothing activity for me. Something I enjoy as a hobby. I am not interested in making it a career or lifestyle. So I’m considering quitting theatre. But then I lose my best and most effective coping skill. And I couldn’t handle seeing those apart of that loss. So I’d want to move. I have no other place I would be drawn to call home other than my old home and here that’s why I came here upon leaving home… but home I could at least reconnect with close friends and family from the past. But that brings my Mom and my preacher back into my lives and the town loves them. It’s a lose lose. I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh my. That’s rough. I have no idea what to do for that. Or say to help with that. That’s a hard one. Really hard. I am so sorry. I wouldn’t if I were you, go back home. Maybe being famous would show them how much God has blessed you by separating you from their wickedness? Not that I do or don’t believe in that. I’m just suggesting. Or giving one example of a way to think. There are many. IIIIIIIIII”
“Mrs. Smith we need to see you in the boss’s office.” , said the head of HR speaking of the CEO. Mrs. Smith turned pale as her facial expression turned sour and uneasy. Emmarie thought she might puke. But Emmarie had to know first…
“Wait”, said Emmarie as they all turn to look at her simultaneously, “but they would then reach out for clout or money and tell everyone I sold my soul and that rumor would start then goes picking my appearance apart too, twisting my words, finding out my background, hacked… the leaked photos, texts messages, medical records, etc…. aaaaannnnnnnnd”…
“Mrs. Smith NOW” said the HR Head in an abrupt and concerned tone.
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