Chapter 88
“What is this?”
Gilbert felt something grossly sticky under his foot that made his skin crawl.
He whipped out his phone for a closer look and realized he’d stepped in some sort of food, gooey
and sticky, like some kind of syrup?
“Ugh!” Gilbert grimaced, shaking his foot vigorously before stalking off with a scowl.
Behind him, Sherilyn burst through the door.
She had just realized that her pumpkin pie, which she had identally tossed outside earlier, was
now a smeared mess on the ground.
Using her phone’s shlight, she eventually found the sttered mess in a corner. It was
completely trampled, its contents spilled all over.
“Ah…” With a sigh of regret, Sherilyn muttered. “Well, can’t eat this now.”
She turned to fetch a broom. It was her mess; naturally, she should clean it up.
The small incident with the pumpkin pie didn’t linger in Sherilyn’s mind.
The next morning, following the address ke had sent her, Sherilyn arrived on time at the venue,
along with a few other dance stand–ins,
To her surprise, Caleb was there too. They were also joined by the dance choreographer.
“I’ll keep it brief. I’vemunicated my expectations for the dance to the choreographer. The
routines they’ve designed need to be practiced diligently by all of you. I expect a seamless
performance during the shoot; we can’t afford any
stops.”
Caleb was known for insisting on a single–take performance, applying the rigorous standards of
theater to his actors, including the stand–ins.
“Got it.” Sherilyn steeled herself mentally. But she wasn’t frightened; after all, a dancer’s job is to
dance well.
Throughout the morning, all the stand–ins, under the choreographer’s guidance, practiced until they
were drenched in sweat. Caleb’s standards were indeed high.
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And this was just one segment, reportedly the opening.
It wasn’t until after 2 p.m. that the choreographer finally pped his hands, signaling they could
leave, but not without reminding them, “Make sure to practice at home. You all know what Mr.
Marshall expects.”
“Got it.”
“Okay.”
Packing up, Sherilyn felt her stomach rumble, hungry.
They had provided lunch, but she had danced off those calories a long time ago. She debated
whether to grab a burger or go home and make some pasta.
But pasta would mean going all the way home, and she was too hungry to wait.
Opting for convenience, Sherilyn stopped by a nearby burger joint and grabbed a burger to eat on
the go.
“Sherilyn?” Suddenly, someone called her name.
Startled, Sherilyn looked up to see a middle–aged man standing a few steps away.
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The man stared at her unblinkingly, as if afraid she’d disappear the moment he blinked.
“Sherilyn!”
He took a couple of steps closer, a look of joy spreading across his face.
“It really is you! You’ve grown so much, I almost didn’t recognize you…” He trailed off.
Sherilyn shed a sarcastic smile, her disdain barely concealed. “Excuse me, could you move?”
The man blinked in confusion. “Sherilyn, don’t you recognize me?”
“Do I have to?” Sherilyn raised an eyebrow. “Should I know you?”
For a moment, he couldn’t tell if she genuinely didn’t recognize him or if she was just acting out of
spite.
He pointed to himself, attempting to jog her memory, “It’s been a long time. Thest time I saw
you… was five years ago. You’ve changed a lot, but I haven’t. You should remember…”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Sherilyn cut him off, clearly annoyed. “I don’t know you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, don’t block my
way.”
As she tried to sidestep him, he reached out, grabbing her arm. “Wait a minute…”
But that was a mistake. It just put her on the defensive.
“Ah!” Like a startled animal, Sherilyn red at him in terror, desperately trying to pull away. “Don’t
touch me! Let me go right now!”