Part 1

Part 1

The sun shone through the slits in the blinds. Teresa slept soundly, dreaming and not wanting to awaken. A faint hum began to stir her from her cozy cocoon of blankets and pillows. Her eyes fluttered and she realized her alarm was buzzing loudly, not the faint hum she thought at first. Reaching out she slapped the snooze button and glanced at the time. “8:15!” She squealed. She had made an appointment with her agent at 8:00. She was a struggling actor. Was there any other kind, Teresa often pondered. She ran to the shower and decided to get that out of the way before she attempted to call and try to explain what had happened.

The hot water beat down on her and she began to recall the dream she’d had. She recalled dreaming about a guy, but had to wrack her brain as to who it was. It was a familiar face but not one she remembered seeing recently. She also sensed a relationship, something innocent but passionate. Why couldn’t she place that face?

She quickly picked out something to wear. A blue sweater that always made her feel sexy, yet powerful. She was determined to get a job, and soon. Mike, her agent kept telling her there was nothing out there for an undetermined, lazy spoiled rotten girl. She had never been called lazy or spoiled before she met him. He didn’t mess around though. If you wanted to keep him as an agent, you had to work hard. She knew, although she didn’t want to admit, he kept her on only because her dad had given him his first good talent that started him in the business himself. “Everyone deserves a hand up,” her dad always said.

She missed him. He had died two years ago in a car accident. A drunk driver had crossed the median on the freeway and hit him head on. She could only hope that he didn’t have any pain. She wanted to make it at something that would make him proud. She just couldn’t seem to settle on hat one thing. Today would be the day. Except now she was late. “Damn,” she thought, “Dad, what am I going to do?” She pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail and slapped on some lip gloss. As she slammed the door behind her Mike’s cell phone rang with her on the other end.

“Teresa?” He blurted, he sounded frustrated. “I had an audition lined up for you for tomorrow, but I don’t know.” “Give me one more chance, Mike.” She pleaded. “Just get down here; we’ll talk about it then.” She hung up and sighed relief, he had forgiven her even if he was frustrated. “Thanks, dad.” She whispered. Her mind was occupied though. She couldn’t shake that dream she’d had. Who was that guy?