Walking down the hall, you pause to look at the mirror and marvel at the face staring back at you.
You were never one to care much about appearances, but soon everyone would know you.
Turning, you make your way to the dressing room and knock on your costar’s door.
You accept her invite and enter, taking a second to notice the picture of your understudy on the side of her mirror.
“Oh, what do you want?”
“Nothing,” you say, pulling a phone cord from your pocket. There’s no one to stop you this time as you lunge.