Vanessa
That morning on set, my mind was far from the job, still preoccupied with thoughts of Richard. My mother's words echoed in my head—she made it clear I didn't really love him. I hated that she was the one to say it, but deep down, I knew she was right. I had to make a decision, but I wasn't ready to face that reality yet. Instead, I chose to throw myself into work.
I stepped onto the stage, noticing some of my co-stars stretching. I joined them, focusing on the exercises, hoping the familiar motions would ground me and pull me out of my thoughts.
As more people arrived, including the ever-pretentious Leona Harding, we began rehearsing lines and doing speech exercises. Slowly, the rhythm of the routine took over, offering a brief escape from my worries. The structured movements and repetition allowed me to clear my mind, losing myself in the physical demands of the rehearsal.
