Waving Not Drowning

They set up a skype date so they could discuss their next move. With the time change and opposite schedules getting an actual conversation happening was more convoluted than string theory. So ridiculously complicated. By the time Alistair is home from work Zara is fast asleep. On days when Z is up at the crack of dawn, it's 3 am Al's time but he's either a few glasses into his wine and poring over a script or exhausted and too stressed to sleep. God forbid he's entertaining company.  It took a while but Z knows nothing good comes from late night-early morning texting or phone calls. If he's up and sees her online he can call her, thank you very much. The last thing she needs is to skype him and see some other woman tangled up in his sheets over his shoulder. Sheets she bought and broke in with him on Easter weekend last spring. What a difference four months makes. His contract got picked up and the work is pouring in. It's biblical in scope. Work begets work beg...

That was good, that was really, really good. I felt really good about that. It wasn't like, yeah, I'm gonna get it, but more like, ok, yes. Yes, I did a great job in there and I feel great about the work, and that's what really matters right? I mean, yes, the job would be fantastic, INCREDIBLE, don't get my wrong, I really really want it, I do. That room was filled with women, incredible, fantastic, phenomenal women and everyone and their dog is going in for it so...now it's  hurry up and wait. Just walk away and forget about it. Wipe the slate clean. I mean, have you heard anything yet? I know it's only been a day, but I heard callbacks were next week- right? Is that what you heard? Because maybe you heard something I didn't. Or not, whatever. I saw Isabelle there and Danielle and Julia and Elena. All the gals. The Usual Suspects, ha. Everyone is probably in consideration but I know, no- I mean, I feel rather- that I did a solid audition. Rock solid, in the...

Wayne used to write bad cheques for pizza. Then he'd be chasing down overdraft payments with more credit and skirting bill collectors. A ten dollar pizza would end up costing him 60 bucks when all was said and done. Didn't matter that it was fantastic pizza- no starving artist can afford a sixty buck pie, no matter what the occasion. Sure he had a job now and two more gigs in the can. Hell, he can't go for coffee now without someone saying, hey, you're that guy! Aren't you that guy? Or Wayne's favourite, hey man, didn't we go to school together? Topped only by tell me what you've been in. Wayne's always polite and does the nod and smile but every now and then some guy gets in his face and after five minutes of badgering Wayne eventually tells him to fuck off. He doesn't care if some tabloid picks it up or someone tweets malicious bullshit because truthfully, Wayne's not that big a deal. There are days he wishes he had made better choices- fin...