How would I ever measure up to some of these people? They’d been working on Broadway for years. All I had to show for myself was a handful of plays and an off-Broadway production.
I was nothing. No one.
I straightened in my seat, steeling myself against the barrage of self-doubt. This was my dream, and I wouldn’t let impostor syndrome stand in my way. I shoved down the insecurities and questions of how I’d gotten this role, putting on a show of confidence as we worked our way through the script. And by the end of the table read, I almost believed myself capable of achieving Broadway stardom like I’d always dreamed.
Make Him Work For It
Eve
Ben: You’re thinking about it.
Eve: About what?
Ben: About taking me up on my offer.
Eve: If that’s what helps you sleep at night, then sure. ;)
Ben: Having you in my bed would help me sleep at night...
Isnorted,layingmyphone on the coffee table before I fell onto the old floral couch next to Brian. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and paused the movie he’d been watching.
“What’s funny?”
I shook my head, not ready to divulge about me and Ben yet.
“It’s nothing.” I leaned back, tucking my feet under Brian’s thigh as I got comfortable.
“How have rehearsals been?”
“Not too bad. I only had some minor impostor syndrome when I heard Cheryl Baudin sing.”
“Shut up! You’re fantastic. You deserve to be there just as much as she does. So don’t even think about spiraling about it.”
I smiled at Brian. “Yes, sir,” I said, giving him a mock salute.
I might not be the Idina Menzel to her Kristin Chenoweth, but I could hold my own. The producers had seen something in me to give me the part, so I tried to snuff out the inferiority complex brewing.
“So? Spill the tea. What’s the gossip about some of these Broadway stars? Is Cheryl as awful as the tabloids say?”
“You think I have time to sit around and gossip?”
He gave me a deadpan stare. “We’ve been friends for years. I know how much gossip you can find out about someone in five minutes of digging. You have a gift.”
My lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “It really is a gift, isn’t it?”
“A natural talent,” he agreed.
Of course, I’d done my due diligence of digging up some information on my costars. Brian could go on telling me how naturally talented I was, but the truth was that I was just a nosy bitch who knew what questions to ask.
“Fine. I’ll tell you what I know, but it’s not much. I’ve only had 2 days of rehearsals to gather intel.”
“Mhmm. You have permission to continue.”
“Yes, Cheryl is as awful as they say, maybe even worse. She's been a total diva during rehearsals."
"The next Patti Lupone?" he joked.
"Quite possibly. Warren lives on the Upper East Side and married some rich guy.”
