Page 40 of C*cky Best Friend

Shrugging it off, I continue down the dark hall and wrap on Asher’s door. “I’ll be ready in ten.”

He calls back, “I’ll pick you up at your dressing room.”

“Like literally pick me up? Off the ground?”

He doesn’t seem to get my humor as he replies, “I’m on the phone.”

“Oh, sorry!”

My smile grows the closer I get to my dressing room. Broadway. The big city. The one they say never sleeps. If I can make it there, I have made it. Period. And to be dancing as the lead female in a hit musical when I arrive! Wow.

I smile to my reflection, sagging roses in a vase to my right as I whisper, “It’s a dream come true.”