Charlize: Good thing you budged. I could have birthed a man-baby for how long I stood in that line. Hope your meeting went fabulously and you weren’t too late. Awesome to meet you today, girlfriend.
Charlize’s private message through Instagram was the first thing I saw when I got in my car and opened my purse. I needed a few minutes to cool down before I called my parents to tell them the good news and attempted to drive home. My phone was the perfect distraction. But even as I scanned his words again, the aftershock of my meeting with Brett and Dominick wasn’t just sending waves through me; it was churning a tsunami.
Me: I was sooo late, but something buck wild and completely unexpected happened while I was in there. I was offered a TV role, and now, I need to decide if I’m going to accept it. Who would have thought? Because I seriously wouldn’t have.
I hit Send and continued to stare at the screen, wondering why I was confessing this to a total stranger. But I had no one’s house to drive to right now, no one to talk to about this. Aside from my sister, I had no friends in LA, and Daisy wanted to disassemble my body at the moment and drop my limbs in the Pacific. My friends back in Boston would think I’d lost my mind—and maybe I had—but something told me Charlize would understand in a way they wouldn’t, and he’d give me some sound advice.
Charlize: WHAT? Oh, hell yes. Not that I’m surprised. You’re gorg, and you’re in LA. It was only a matter of time before you got scooped up. When are we celebrating? And it’d better be with something stronger than a latte.
Me: Tonight?
Charlize: Yes, girl. Yesss!