Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Some folks are so good-looking, they just breeze through life without stressing about food or a place to live. And it seemed the heavens had blessed Sherilyn with just such a gift.

"Blake, can you give me a moment to think about it?" she asked.

"Sure." Blake wasn't in any rush to push her. "Just make sure you think it through. There aren't many scenes left in this production. What’s your plan after it wraps up?"

According to Blake, Caleb Marshall was in the process of setting up a new project. For this upcoming movie, he was keen on casting fresh faces.

Caleb had already taken a favorable notice of Sherilyn, presenting her with an incredible opportunity. But opportunities, they don't wait for anyone.

After giving it some thought, Sherilyn decided to take the plunge. She was aware that the entertainment industry could be a murky pool, but one's path is forged by their own steps. How to proceed was up to her. Besides, it was just an opportunity. Whether it would lead to success remained to be seen.

...

After Sherilyn gave Blake her affirmative response, he was visibly pleased. "That's great. I'm glad you've made the right decision."

He patted her shoulder. "Believe me, I have a good eye for talent. Sherilyn, you're going to shine!"

Of course, the decision wasn't Blake's to make. He was Caleb's assistant director. The final call on casting was Caleb's prerogative. But Blake could put in a good word for Sherilyn with Caleb.

After filming for the day, Blake took her to meet Caleb.

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"Ah." At the mention of her name, Caleb looked up and gestured for her to come closer. "You've arrived?"

"Yes, Mr. Marshall." Sherilyn stood at attention.

"Made up your mind?"

Caleb was indeed satisfied with her. In showbiz, looks were often the entry ticket.

"Thinking of giving the industry a try?"

"I ask for your guidance, Mr. Marshall."

"Of course."

Caleb smiled, noticing her nerves. "Relax. I'm somewhat familiar with you. Don't worry, everyone starts as a newcomer."

He glanced at Blake. "Give her the script for the first few episodes."

"Right away, Mr. Marshall."

Caleb pointed at Sherilyn, saying, "I definitely spotted you for your looks, but I'm not just about chasing after a pretty face. Take the script home, understand your character—write down your interpretation. I'm looking for depth, got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Marshall."

Soon, Blake handed her the script, whispering, "Take it seriously. Write thoughtfully."

"And one more thing," Caleb added, "I'm not yet sure which role suits you best, from the lead to the supporting characters. Write for each one you feel you can portray."

"Understood, Mr. Marshall."

Sherilyn took the script, feeling daunted by the task ahead. This was complicated. Deep down, she still preferred dancing.

...

In the hospital.

"Francis?"

Caroline pushed the door open and entered. Francis' assistant, Sawyer, was by the bedside, seemingly deep in conversation with him. Upon her entry, Sawyer immediately quieted down.

He turned to her with a smile. "Ms. Bennett."

"Hello."

Caroline was full of questions. What were they discussing? Was it just her imagination, or was there something they were keeping from her?

"Mr. Francis." Sawyer gave a smile. "I'll leave you two."

Francis nodded.

"Ms. Bennett, I'll take my leave."

"Take care."

Once Sawyer left, Caroline pulled up a chair next to the bed, took Francis' hand, and placed it against her face.