At the end of the day, I was psyched. I'd never felt so happy in my life before!
My mood was brought to the maximum when I got my first paycheck.
Two. Hundred. Dollars.
I held the little check in my hand like it was treasure. I made my way to a bank, where I cashed it. The bank teller looked at me suspiciously, but reluctantly cashed it anyway.
Two. Hundred. Dollars.
I stored the brand-new cash in my shoe, then decided that was a bad place to keep it. So I arrived back at my favorite thrift store and found a cute little wallet. I also came upon the most adorable skirt I'd ever seen! It was a silky, sky blue color that shone in the light of the display.
I counted my money, which was mostly in tens, and came up with $202.91. I didn't let the clerk see it all, in case she suspected I had stolen it or something, and handed her the money she needed. I got another plastic bag that she put the items in, and I tucked the rest of my money in the bag before coming back out.
Back outside, I sorted my money in order from smallest to biggest. I put the coins in the zippered pocket and the bills in the biggest one. I put on my skirt and put the wallet in its pocket.
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For the next year, I played Young Eponine for crowds of nearly 2000 people a night. I loved doing it, but I suddenly felt like I had such a small role. No singing lines, just two scenes...
Not that I'm complaining. This was the life!
I did ask Robert if I could be in the ensemble. "It would mess with the blocking we have so far; I'm sorry," was his response.
But, like I said, it was okay with me. Life was sweet. I cherished every second of the lights in my face while everyone else watched what I could do.
Little did I know that this was just getting started.
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A Rising Star
FanfictionShe didn't even have a name. She never thought about it. She never worried about clothing, because she wore the same thing every day. With her only friend being the bookseller Hailey Haddow, and her life consisting of only reading bits newspapers le...
