Someday, Someday, Maybe by Lauren Graham

Author:Lauren Graham [Graham, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Humorous, General, Contemporary Women, Fiction
ISBN: 9780345532756
Google: 47an008mTKIC
Amazon: B00ALBR6E6
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2013-04-29T07:00:00+00:00

16

Herb didn’t even tell me himself that I didn’t have my job at the club anymore. He sent Ricky to the phone to give me the news.

“We’re slammed here. Prom group. It’s better that you hear it from me anyway, Franny. Neither of the understudies answered their pagers, and Herb is pissed.”

“But maybe if I tried to explain it to him myself—”

“He said giving you one more chance was one chance too many. He said your head’s just not in the game. You know, all his regular cop-show shit. He said you can pick up your last check anytime after Wednesday. Sorry, Franny. You’ll still come to my show though, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Then the following Tuesday in class, Penelope Schlotzsky showed up with a new haircut and lighter blond highlights. She ran her fingers through her new long layers with indifference: “Oh, this? They did it. For work. I had to do it for this job.” “Job” might as well be “jail” for how unglamorous she made it sound.

“What’d she get?” I asked Casey. “What job?”

“She’s like, the new lead on Pinetree Lodge,” Casey said with a shrug.

“Oh, really?” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. “I read for that.”

“You did?” Casey, said, impressed. “Wow. All I had last week was a go-see for Ebony Breeze perfume.”

“I almost went in on that, too.” I said, and Casey gave me a funny look as Stavros dimmed the house lights. “I’ll explain later,” I whispered into the darkness.

Penelope Schlotzsky, I thought. Of course. I would have given it to her over me, too. But it still stings. How can a part I had no chance of ever getting still feel like it belonged to me, even a little?

So when Stavros assigned James Franklin and me to do a scene together, I was less excited than I might normally have been. I need a job like his girlfriend has, not a headache like him.

Still, a few days later, when I hear his voice, or what I think is his voice, talking into the answering machine upstairs, I run so fast that I bang my knee on the circular staircase while lunging for the phone.

“Ow, I mean, hello?” I say, a little short of breath.

“Franny?”

“Yes?”

“It’s James. Franklin.”

“Oh, hi.” I actually have to cover the receiver while I try to catch my breath. I’m audibly gasping for air.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Are you okay?” I shoot back, boldly.

“Am I … okay?” he says, sounding confused.

I try to adjust my tone and sound more breezy. “I mean, how are you? Okay?”

“Yeah, uh, I am. I’m actually in the neighborhood. Want to take a walk? I thought we could work on our scene, if you’re free.”

Am I free? I’m not sure. It would definitely be cooler of me not to be free, but I’d like something to do, since I do happen to be free. And anyway, he isn’t asking me out, therefore the never-say-yes-to-being-asked-out-on-the-same-day rule doesn’t apply here. It definitely doesn’t apply to scene partners from class who are just getting together to work.

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