Pat looked even more sad.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve been enjoying myself.”
“I know,” I nodded. “Me, too. I’m sure we’ll find a network. Otherwise, there will be plenty of other parts for you in the future.”
“But not like Victoria. There aren’t that many badass characters for women in their forties, you know.”
I knew. I couldn’t lie about that.
“If this doesn’t work out, we’ll come up with the concept for another one,” I promised.
Pat looked uncertain.
“I guess I’ve just gotten attached to the character. I feel like she’s helped me become more liberated. Take risks. Live as I want. Maybe because I was at a turning point.”
“You are a kickass woman, there’s no doubt about that. And you’ll keep being one, with or without Victoria.”
Pat smiled, but I could see she still felt some doubt. This role was her big chance. We both knew it — she was as if made for it, but I couldn’t promise anyone would buy the show. Life in Hollywood was unstable at best, a tornado at worst.
