Harper snorted.
“And I think she’s curious about that brain of yours.” Kelsey flicked the card. “Take it, Harper.”
She swept it off the floor.
“And stop selling yourself short. Your work is good.”
But not good enough. The words whirled in her head like they weren’t sure exactly where to land. “Tony thought it was a terrible concept.”
“Only because you’re not pitching a bloodbath.”
And she’d never ever bathe an audience with blood. “Not my style.”
“Exactly, which is why Sissie said to contact her when you come up with a better idea and have worked out a solid beginning, middle, and end.”
A moment passed as she processed Kelsey’s words. “Sissie wants me to pitch her again?”
Not that anyone in the industry would call today’s disaster a pitch.
Kelsey’s eyes sparked when she grinned. “That’s what she said.”
Her notebooks were filled with scraps of ideas along with the two finished scripts that she’d already given to Evan. But none of those seemed like the right screenplay for Sissie Sloan. She’d have to write something new.
Harper addedLavender Ridgeto her duffel. “What sort of story does she want?”
“A story that you love.”
“I’ve been trying to write that—”
Kelsey smiled. “Are you really that intrigued about Miles’s walk across the country?”
Harper rubbed the side of her head. “Moderately.”
“Sissie’s right. You should write something that you want to watch. Even more, something you want to watch with friends.”
“A rom-com about a guy in a coma?”
Kelsey laughed. “Already been done.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Kelsey tapped her chest. “Write from your heart, Harper.”
Which sounded easy enough, except she wasn’t entirely sure what was in her heart.
She glanced down at the card and saw Sissie’s information. A studio address, phone number, email address, even a fax number. “Thank you.”
“Use it when you’re ready.”
“Did your dad already fire me?”
“Not officially. I don’t think he wanted to do it in front of Marlo.”
“So he’ll send Wendi to deliver the bad news.”
Kelsey glanced back at the door. “At any moment, I suspect.”
“I’ll resign first.” She added toiletries to the bag, a photo album, more of her mom’s books, a manila envelope with all their important papers. She needed a new place to pull her head out of the clouds and tether it to the earth, but she didn’t want to say goodbye to her friend. “I have to leave.”
