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#SALLYJREED! an independent and low-activity portrayal of sally reed from hbo’s barry, exploring concepts such as survivor’s guilt, finding yourself, and the exploitation of womanhood. 18+ and mutuals only. loved by reed.

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❝ SALLY REED: CHARACTER STATS.
TAGGED BY: @gunbash ♡ / TAGGING: @desafia, @debtwon, @siaradwr, @spiritdreamt, @guiltskate, @nhanks, @liberdie, @trajedis, and anyone else who would like to do it!
LAYER 001: THE OUTSIDE.
NAME: sally jane reed.
EYE COLOR: a mix of green-brown.
HAIR STYLE/COLOR: blonde; the length varies from chin-to-shoulder.
HEIGHT: 5′5″.
CLOTHING STYLE: varies depending on what she has going on that day. usually some sort of costume or outfit based on a character she’s reading for, but her personal outfits are full of neutral tones with a splash of color somewhere.
BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: she has such a pretty nose, but her eyes are gorgeous, too. ♡
LAYER 002: THE INSIDE.
FEARS: disappointing the people around her, becoming what everyone in joplin thought she was, failure in general.
GUILTY PLEASURE: glee ( :/ ), red vines, early 2000′s romcoms.
BIGGEST PET PEEVE: people talking over her.
AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: starring in a feature film, creating her own television show, hosting snl, being famous, being adored.
LAYER 003: THOUGHTS.
FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: checking her email for casting updates.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: preparing for class/auditions, her own insecurity.
WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: depends on if her anxiety is bothering her or not. if she’s had a good day, she’s excited for the next one and potential opportunities; if she’s going through a rough time, she usually beats herself up until the early hours of the morning.
WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: her talent ( which is tied to her worth to other people ).
LAYER 004: WHAT’S BETTER?
SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: single.
TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: 60/40 with respected being more, especially within the industry.
BEAUTY OR BRAINS: she’ll say brains, but deep-down it’s beauty.
DOGS OR CATS: cats!
LAYER 005: DO THEY...
LIE: all the time.
BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: she wants to.
BELIEVE IN LOVE: yes, but she believes it’s farfetched or unattainable for her.
WANT SOMEONE: more than anything.
LAYER 006: HAVE THEY EVER...
BEEN ON STAGE: it’s practically her home by now!
CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: oh god, yeah, especially when she was younger. now she says she’s her ‘own person’ but in actuality, she falls back on her old patterns more than she’d like to admit.
LAYER 007: FAVORITES.
FAVORITE COLOR: salmon.
FAVORITE ANIMAL: koalas, even if she knows they’re kind of awful. she thinks they get a bad rep.
FAVORITE BOOK: educational: the art of acting, by stella adler. novel: rebecca, by daphne du maurier.
FAVORITE GAME: clue!
LAYER 008: AGE.
DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: april 24th.
HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: verse-dependent.
LAYER 009: FINISH THE SENTENCE.
I LOVE: acting.
I FEEL: anxious.
I HIDE: my insecurity and fear.
I MISS: my grandma.
I WISH: i could mean something to people.
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the showcase had begun with a decade-long lie.
SALLY: i’ll call you a fucking idiot! yeah, and you know what else? i’ll talk to who i please, when i please. you don’t own me, you fucking prick! and from now on, i’m going to speak my mind. i’ll say what i want to say, starting with this: my name is SALLY JANE REED, and as of today we are fucking done, you son of a bitch!
the audience had barely started clapping when sally'd ducked offstage, wading through her classmates who either called after her, or knew her attitude well enough not to. after that, it felt like there was no going back; not on the truth, not with barry— barry, who she thinks on with guilt as she clamors out of the dressing room; barry, who looked at her with such hate in his eyes she had no choice but to fold into herself again. and here she is, running like she did so long ago— though whether it was away or after from something she didn’t know.
but imagine her surprise when she finds her reflection around the corner.
❝ ... delia? ❞
PAN RIGHT ACROSS THE LOBBY. SALLY doesn’t know what to think when she sees her. that near-mirror, that ghost with the same hands, same face, different disposition. her uneasiness shifts into anger, which she’s sure isn’t right but fits on her all the same, her steps quick as they echo against the tile. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. with a fell swoop she swings DELIA’S shoulder alongside hers so they’re parted from sight; her glassy eyes are recognizable now more than ever.
( it’s a grief only a sister would know. )
❝ what the fuck are you doing here? ❞
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CHICAGO 2002 | dir. Rob Marshall
“She is somebody who is as morally corrupt as the others on the show, and I didn’t want her to become the moral barometer for the show just because she’s the woman.” - Sarah Goldberg as Sally Reed in BARRY
a loud ‘crack!’ resounds throughout the theatre as sally wrenches back another flat, tossing it to her side with an ease she’s practiced so many times before. the audience has long since left, a speckle of casting directors and agents that had, by invitation, joined her for her cabaret before hurrying out without much to say, leaving her to dwell in the thoughts she so often fought to stifle. for all this and more it could be cathartic to rip the walls she’s built down, nail by haphazard nail, another loose piece of plywood at her feet; but— and this is something she’d never admit— it could also be lonely, a quiet ache she doesn’t like to touch.
she’s thankful she’s not tackling it on her own tonight.
@gunbash: if the zombies come, this is where i’m hiding.
sally casts her head over her shoulder to find sebastian hard at work, delegated to the putting away of props that she herself didn’t want to handle. she chuckles earnestly, her wrist blotting back sweat from her forehead as she tosses her hammer onto an empty chair. ❝ yeah, striking the set is always a total mess. pretty sure there’s, like, forty fire hazards blocking the door right now. ❞ a quick nudge of her shin pushes three rehearsal cubes behind the curtain, dusting her hands against her jeans.
❝ thanks for coming, by the way, it... it means so much to have you here. ❞ she’s sure her quick, ‘wanna hang?’ text two hours prior hadn’t read the way he expected it to; she wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a little bit ( read: a lot a bit ) on purpose. gotta use that girlish charm while you have it, right? ❝ usually natalie’s around, but she had some sort of… group thing, i guess, and it was my showcase so it wasn’t like anyone else was gonna help. ❞ she makes an expression that reads, ‘typical’, but the truth of it lies dormant beneath her words: if it were anyone else, she wouldn’t be here, either. it’s an actor-eats-actor world out in the valley.
her expression slips into something coquettish here; sally turns over her shoulder to face him, tilting her head as her hands fidget in front of her. it doesn’t hold a nervousness as it usually does, but rather a deliberately placed shyness; paired with that sly smile of hers, it’s easy to tell what she’s saying before it even leaves her mouth.
❝ maybe later i can make it up to you? ❞
STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS
❝ don’t be ridiculous, there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞
❝ please stay. i don’t think i can be alone tonight. ❞
❝ i’m staying, okay? you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞
❝ you shouldn’t be alone right now. i’ll take the couch, it’ll be fine. ❞
❝ will you sleep with me? i know how that sounds i just mean— i feel safe when you’re there. ❞
❝ i’ll be here the whole night okay? nothing will get to you while i’m here. ❞
❝ wait— have you been here all night? ❞
❝ i thought you went home after i went to bed. you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on. ❞
❝ can i stay with you tonight? i don’t wanna go home yet. ❞
❝ it’s late, you might as well just stay here. ❞
❝ can you just…stay here? and hold me. ❞
❝ i know this might sound weird but, do you wanna stay over? i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but. i think it’d be nice. ❞
❝ i’m not expecting anything, i just, thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞
❝ i don’t have nightmares when you’re there. ❞
❝ i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it. i do, but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night. might as well come to bed. ❞
❝ thank you for staying. it just gets so lonely at night sometimes. ❞
❝ i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, i don’t really wanna be alone either. ❞
❝ do you wanna stay with me tonight? ❞
❝ stay, please. ❞
❝ i’ll stay. ❞
❝ i’m staying. ❞
❝ i’m staying. end of discussion. you gotta learn to let people take care of you. ❞
❝ i’m not ready to say goodbye yet. ❞
❝ i don’t wanna have to say goodnight. ❞
❝ honestly i can’t sleep, so if you wanna stay up with me? ❞
❝ i don’t sleep a lot either these days. we can be insomniacs together. ❞
❝ well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. ❞
❝ if you can’t sleep, there are other things we could do. ❞
❝ i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest. ❞
❝ it doesn’t have to mean anything, i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight. and i want to feel good for once. ❞
❝ please don’t go— i need. i need someone— i need you. ❞
❝ the night doesn’t have to end here, you know. ❞
❝ i like it when you’re here. so stay. please? ❞
❝ you’re just as lonely as i am. might as well be lonely together. ❞
❝ you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch. ❞
❝ chivalry is overrated, get in my bed. ❞
❝ you’re clearly exhausted. you can go in the morning. ❞
❝ you don’t have to pretend to be fine, if you need me to stay i will. ❞
❝ when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you. i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different. ❞
❝ you need someone right now. and i’m the one that’s here. let me be what you need. ❞
SCENARIOS
[ GUARDED ] sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger.
[ GUARDING ] receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger.
[ UNEXPECTED ] one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.
[ CONSOLE ] sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.
[ CONSOLED ] receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.
[ ACCIDENT ] sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them.
[ UNPLANNED ] receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them.
[ STAY ] sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away, receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed.
[ STAYING ] receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away, sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed.
[ APPROACHED ] sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them.
[ APPROACH ] receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them.
[ SHARE ] sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight, receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed.
[ SHARED ] receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight, sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed.
[ FOUND ] sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch. in the middle of the night, sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone.
[ FIND ] receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch. in the middle of the night, receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone.
[ DISCOVERED ] receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them.
[ HAVEN ] receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them.
[ WEARY ] sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms.
[ TIRED ] receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms.
[ PROPOSITION ] one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time.
[ PURPOSE ] one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out.
[ TRAPPED ] one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm.
[ KEEP ] sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up, sender whines so they stay put.
SALLY: i hold him, and i can feel his shame, burning. i take care of him, so my shame grows. i stay for the apology. ©

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it’s love that brings her back again.
ENTER SALLY. she finds she likes the gallery much more than she expected herself to. silence is something that rarely sits well on her; even now— her eyes roaming along the mountains of acrylic paint, layer-over-layer— does she make the slightest bit of noise, bouncing on her heels, her fingers drumming against the cover of her notebook. a looseleaf copy of her most recent side and scribbled sheets of notes clip along the edges, making it evident why she’s returned: ‘CANVAS’, a short film by a friend of a friend with more substance than she counted on, full of rich commentary she couldn’t name even if she tried. l.a.’s not short on art, but it is short on accessibility, and so she’d googled the quaint studio she stands in now, pencil in hand, welcomed by its placid scene once more.
and it's here— silhouetted by the soft hues of a crane tipping its head toward the sun— a familiar figure stands, swathed in light. SALLY can’t help it— like a ribbon in her ribs she’s tugged towards her, her smile splitting her face in two.
❝ mags! hey! ❞ sally says excitedly before swallowing her voice back, stepping closer to bridge the gap, ❝ wow, i didn’t think i’d see you here again. you must really like this place. ❞ the blonde fights the urge to cringe out of her skin, brushing a lone lock of hair behind her ear before fidgeting with the spine of her book. of course magnolia liked the gallery; they’d spent her last visit weaving through the pieces together for a reason. she’d led her from frame to frame with a patience sally found comfortable; it didn’t make her stand out like she so desperately forced herself to in l.a.— at her side, she relished in just being a person. perhaps herself, perhaps not, but a person all the same, blending into the room alongside the other in quiet harmony. it didn’t mute the woman against the pale, mismatched backdrop— quite the opposite. magnolia became a piece of art herself, ruddy strokes against her cheeks, the smooth clay of her hand framing outlines of work from a distance. neither of them talked much, and sally was okay with that; her trips here were meant for character work anyways, and besides, she liked watching the other move. mags carried a passion that she herself recognized, a secret pressed to her breast, love unfolding itself to wrinkle against her heart. sally offered her own, a script of a girl long gone, and they shared that keeping— shared a kinship in one afternoon. the both of them knew it didn’t have to have a voice; sometimes understanding is enough.
❝ oh! it’s funny, uh— i have something for you. not, like, for you, i mean, it— it just seemed like maybe it’d come in handy for roles later on, so. ❞
she clears her throat to break her stammering, tucking her notebook into her satchel before shaking her hands out in front of her. ❝ okay, um… ❞
❛ my name is s-a-l-l-y. i love your name, m-a-g-m… ❜ ( ❝ wait, no. ❞ ) ❛ … n-o-l-i-a. ❜
her sign language is clumsy at best and slow at its worst, performed with a deliberateness she only brings to the stage. her face burns with embarrassment once she finishes, turning the tips of her ears red and causing her already sweaty hands to shake. she overcompensates with a short chuckle, slapping her palms to her thighs.
❝ sorry, i know it’s kinda shit. i’m still getting the hang of the spelling. my spanish is way better. ❞
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“To survive, I had to stay unfamiliar to myself, neutralized, at arm’s length. Sometimes, I think, all these years later, I’m still hunting the part of myself I exiled.”
Places I’ve Taken My Body; ‘The Broken Country: On Disability and Desire’ by Molly McCully Brown
she’s been sleeping with a butter knife under her pillow for the past three days.
sally knows how stupid it is. the blade was barely sharp enough to cut through her bagel when she’d stolen it from the hotel lobby, worn from use, water stains speckled along the steel. she’d slipped it up her sleeve when she was sure no one was looking, bringing it back to her room to score against the hot arizona asphalt on her rare afternoons alone, eyes darting warily around the parking lot as she broke a promise to a man often on the run. it’s all blunt edges now, doing more otiosity than harm but tucked against the sheets all the same, a threat waiting to become an action.
she doesn’t want to use it. even thinking about using it hollows out sally’s stomach, pressing a penny-ish tang to the back of her mouth before she swallows it back. and yet, for some reason, it helps her. it gives her something to hold; it gives her a chance in a situation with so few chances. there’s something to be said about that, isn’t there? using the past— sitting like an old coat in the closet of heart— to comfort her now?
it’s a thought she has no use for here. the knife came with enough grief; using it to cut the ache from her chest would only give her more.
FADE IN ON SALLY. she’s not sure what wakes her up, but whatever it is does so slowly, a hand drudging through cold water to pull her to the surface. the moon eats its way through the curtain, barely touching the corners of the room but just enough to cast a filmy light over it, finally stirring her from sleep. it’s then, after a blink or two, that she feels a second presence lingering at the farthest wall, the camera panning to a figure that scares her even as she recognizes it.
SALLY: jesus christ! [ she rushes to sit up on her palms, one reaching blindly under the pillow, flinching from the man sitting at a distance. after a second SALLY huffs, brows furrowing with a sharp: ] what the hell, barry?
her face flushes with an irritating embarrassment. despite their time together and the truth of him now painfully known, sally has done her best to mask her fear. sure, the mafia on their tail is enough to shake her, but sharing a car, a room, a diner table with a man who’s killed before— killed friends— and will kill again? she doesn’t want to give him that satisfaction even if she’s sure he doesn’t want it. after all, this isolation was his act of love; she knows how similar the two can look.
sally thinks to throw her pillow at him, but a combination of anxiety and bitterness stops her before she can. too ‘rom-com’ for her taste. her heart slams erratically against her chest, and try as she does to calm it down it prevails, the rhythm making a home in her throat. no way she’s sleeping now. with a sigh she swings her legs over the side of the bed, refusing to give him another look.
❝ what are you doing? you look like a fucking serial killer. ❞ if the shoe fits. a thought possesses her now, one that stills her immediately, her voice hushed when she asks, ❝ wait. is something wrong? ❞
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( * & . — ‘ YOU ’ ( SEASON ONE ) SENTENCE STARTERS .
* starters from the lifetime & netflix series ‘ you ’ , based on a novel by caroline kepnes . warnings for sex , violence , stalking , & swearing .
‘ you’re a drug . you are worse than pills . ’
‘ i loved you the absolute best that i could . ’
‘ you don’t love me . you never loved me . it was a lie . it was all a lie . ’
‘ if he came anywhere close to making you cum , you would’ve made a broadway show out of it . but you didn’t , cause he didn’t . ’
‘ you fall for the wrong men . you let them in . you let them hurt you . ’
‘ hey , uh , can you help me open a couple of bottles ? i have butterfingers ‘cause earlier i was touching butter . ’
‘ well , that was a mistake … never again . ever . ’
‘ i’m glad we met . i’m glad we’re friends ? ’
‘ friends ? for the love of christ … ’
‘ they say girls with daddy issues are really good in bed . ’
‘ it’s okay . i have a pretty bland face . ’
‘ you are insane to move in with her this quickly . you barely know her . ’
‘ you love who you love and love tells you what to do , easy - peasy . ’
‘ i think only an idiot tries what you just pulled . ’
‘ uh , who the fuck is this ? ’
‘ why would i want to kill him ? who wants to kill people ? ’
‘ i’ve seen enough romantic comedies to know guys like me are always getting into jams like this . ’
‘ from every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body , your heart , you learned you didn’t have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince . ’
‘ you surrounded yourself with the girls you always resented , hoping to share their power , and hating yourself . ’
‘ stay away from them , because if you don’t , i’ll grab a steak knife and i’ll cut those little freak eyes out . ’
‘ hey stranger . you drool in your sleep . so cute . ’
‘ at the end of the day , people really are disappointing , aren’t they ? ’
‘ do you think i’m unremarkable ? ’
‘ unremarkable people don’t worry about being unremarkable . ’
‘ you sound apologetic , like you’re embarrassed to be a good girl . ’
‘ in the end , you couldn’t love me . i feel at peace with that now because i loved you the absolute best that i could . ’
‘ how can self - respecting women tolerate this crap ? ’
‘ sometimes i swear i’m the only real feminist you know . ’
‘ turns out , it is like the movies . the second it’s over , all you can remember is the stuff that made you fall in love . blazing through your mind , this rom - com montage made of the sweetest poison . ’
‘ it’s a miracle love ever happens , if it’s not a myth . ’
‘ if the zombies come , this is where i’m hiding . ’
‘ it scares me to love someone so completely and not have them love you back . ’
‘ i’m only going to ask this once and i need the truth . are you … or were you ever fucking them ? answer me . ’
‘ everything i have done , i have done for you . even this . ’
‘ grown - ups are assholes . ’
‘ he didn’t ever get her something that nice and she finally let him do anal . ’
‘ some guys are assholes and you just have to realize that . ’
‘ he tried to finger bang me at the bar . ’
‘ he is nothing . he is trash . ’
‘ you’re the one who told me to keep reminding you that he’s a bastard . ’
‘ the most valuable things in life are usually the most helpless . ’
‘ runner’s high is better than sex . and for some it may last longer . ’
‘ i’m starting to think i’m some kind of magnet for dudes with serious issues . ’
‘ are you not wearing a bra ? and you want me to notice . ’
‘ male energy in my healing space just … isn’t optimal . ’
‘ why do men think disembodied members equal foreplay ? you know , they’re not aesthetically pleasing . ’
‘ it’s exhausting being your friend ! ’
‘ if that’s the case i should warn you i have the facial thing where i can’t hide what i’m thinking . ’
‘ how the hell am i supposed to be great with you being gone if you’re really gone ? ’
‘ find that brilliant badass inside of you and believe in her . i know i do . ’
‘ some people have a hard time letting love in . some people are built for love . some people … some people are searching , searching for someone who can love them in the way that they deserve . ’
‘ it’s a horrible feeling to know things have gone wrong and there’s nothing you can do to change it . ’
‘ i love you too , creeper . ’
‘ why’re you so sad ? you’re just so sad . ’
‘ sometimes i could swear i’ve known you forever . ’
‘ britney got through 2007 though , right ? ’
‘ i don’t know who i am . so how am i supposed to know what i want ? ’
❝ wait , these are six year old kiddos , right ? that means we don’t gotta kiss since kids hate cooties. or is that something they’re gonna wanna see ? not that i mind. it’ll be like a stage kiss. just don’t mind my garlic-y breath from the garlic fries i might have eaten an hour before. ❞
one liner starters , co - starring @sallyjreed
FLUORESCENT LIGHTS AND BOBBY PINS MAKE UP THE SCENE. we peer over SALLY’S shoulder to meet her eyes in the mirror, a clip clamped between her teeth, quick fingers twisting a curl before pinning it in place. a wig as long as she is tall sits on the bathroom counter, fabric flowers and glitter woven into a golden braid.
it’s not every day you get to be a princess. every weekend, though? that’s her forté.
she glances at mason past the doorframe. he rambles the same way sally does, primping at her bedroom vanity, pulling at a costume that fits him in a way hers never could. he’s a natural prince charming; it’d make her jealous if he didn’t bring out the best in her. at the end of his chatter sally gives a showy gasp, slapping her hand against the door in mock-offense. ❝ from that place on 2nd? without me? turd. ❞ a sly grin shines through before she ducks back towards her reflection again, pressing a lock of hair to her scalp, ❝ do they even kiss at the end? i mean, probably, right? didn’t they have some sort of weird censorship thing at some point? god, i can’t even remember the last time i’ve seen a disney movie— other than like, character scenes, obviously. my parents didn’t have cable. ‘lion king’, maybe? ❞
sally matches his rattling off with her own, finally swallowing to put a stopper on it. she doesn’t know why these events make her so nervous; it’s not like there’s much at stake with these parties. sure, there’s the glaring paycheck hanging at the end— and it can be fun, especially when mason’s at her side— but it’s not meaningful to her; it’s not what makes her tick. but her bills need to be paid before she can be a real actor, and so she puts on the makeup and the heavy dresses, lip-syncing the same song for the fortieth time hoping the birthday brats like her enough not to complain. aside from herself, kids could be the worst critics. ❝ whatever, as long as they don’t puke all over me again. remember that ‘frozen’ party outside pasadena? it cost me, like, a hundred bucks to get that dress cleaned, and her parents didn’t even tip. my car smelled like confetti upchuck for a week. ❞
a short pause, a rustle, and then a loud, exaggerated groan beyond the bathroom door. ❝ fuck, i can’t get this wig straight! ❞ she leans past the doorway again, fingers clung tight to her hairline. ❝ d’ you have a second? i need your hands. ❞