A Practical Handbook For The Actor Novels & Stories

Then clench my fists. It had become a curse — the inability to say those three words. Even as an actor, I can fake everything but that. It’s MY curse. But now, because of a piece of paper with a signature, I’m forced to act the opposite of what I’ve always done. I have to act in love. Bypass the curse. Another new layer. An act on an act ― a fake reality. But this time it might bite me in the ass. I’m taking on the role I always avoid. Even in my romance movies, I always have them script out those words.

Rufus smiled. “Fair. But don’t take too long. Carol’s counting on you.” He handed me a small envelope. “An advance payment for your performance, just in case.” I opened it; €300 in crisp notes. My throat tightened. I hadn’t seen that much cash in weeks.