Over Again (H.S)

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The island of Sebuc. Just off the coast of Brazil. Not too far east but also not too far south. But don't try to look for it on a map. You won't find it. Think of the smallest dot in the world, and then put that on a map.

That's Sebuc for you.

I'm sorry I'm being impolite.

Hi! I'm Jasmine Morgan. Welcome to Sebuc. 

I turn away from my mirror and hurry out the door for my first day of work. I never thought I'd have to stoop as low as working as a *waitress*. Not at all what I pictured 10 years ago when writing that prompt in english class of "Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?"

The thing is I'm fine with working as a waitress. Get that extra money on the side while still pursuing another career path.

My problem was, I was not.

After flunking every audition in the New York area, I had literally no where else to turn. Oh yeah, that's another detail I left out about myself. I am a failed Broadway actress. Came all the way to NY from England and still didn't accomplish shit.

Well I suppose I did accomplish some shit. I managed to go to every audition possible, embarrass myself at everyone, and I am now known as the "Pitchy Witchy" all throughout the Broadway world. 

That's when I decided to leave a country where I was known and go to one where I was unknown, and could basically start a new life for myself.

Invent a new name, new title for me.

Sebuc was my island and I was going to finally be loved, and worthy, and-

"Jasmine, the fuck are you doing? Stop talking to yourself and go clean table seven and take table four's order."

"I'll get right on it sir!" I say with a hint of passive agressiveness to it. 

"And here's to day 1 of waitressing." I mumble into my phone and shut my voice memos off. 

I like to mark my firsts.

First kiss, first date, first job, first audition, and first day of a new country. I talk all my feelings into the phone, thoughts, emotions, anything that comes to mind.

"Jasmine! Let's go! I'm not paying you for nothing!"

I groan and get up from my seat, grab the table cleaner from under the table, and go over to table seven.

Here goes nothing.